Chapter 8

Keila's POV

I opened the gym door. My group mates and Dwayne looked at me seriously, looking into my eyes. He stopped dancing until he came to me. I was suddenly nervous.

Is he mad at me?

"I clearly said the practice is at 3 PM. What time is it, Keila?" he asked bossily. I can't look at him. "Are you just going to be stupid there? Go there and practice." I closed my palm and closed my eyes.

It's time for me to quit. I have enough reasons to stay, but I don't want to see Dwayne anymore. I had enough.

"I don't want to," I said sparingly.

"What?" he asked. "Repeat what you said," he ordered.

I can feel his seriousness, and yes, he is scary.

"I don't want to, Dwayne." When I repeat

"Why?" Dwayne asked quickly. "Is it because of me?" I can't even look at him. I'm very nervous, and if I look at him, I might suddenly faint. "Dancing is out of our personal lives. You know that, right? So why are you quitting now? Just because of what hap