Chapter 23. Bipolar

《 Shirley 》

"I quit!" Dylan announced and stood up from the couch. He stuffed his hands in his pockets and let out a frustrated groan, walking out of the gym.

"What do you mean by you quit?" I questioned, trailing behind him with my belongings.

"I quit means I quit," he stated. "Now I don't have the patience to teach you the meaning of 'quit," he let out.

What did he mean by that? I was a good student, and I learned quickly.

"Huh? But why?" I pouted. "I do whatever you tell me to do," I justified myself.

Dylan halted on his steps and turned around to face me, his grey eyes throwing daggers at me. "You listen to me?" He laughed humorlessly. "I think I need to give you an Oscar for that joke. Oh, should I contact the Guinness—"

"What are you talking about?" I spoke up, putting a hand on my hip. "But I tried my best to do everything—"

"Yeah, right. You did everything. Everything." Dylan gasped mockingly. "Oh, no, I can already se