Febby nearly flinched when he reached out and she shook her head, pressed up against the counter with nowhere to go. Thankfully he stepped back, but nothing he said was helping any. He was really awful with words sometimes, careless and reckless.

This was a mistake, a huge mistake, getting involved with him. What had she been thinking? From the first time they'd met they hadn't exactly been seeing eye to eye. Her judgement had been clouded; she'd gone and landed herself in the god damn newspaper for cry out loud! This was turning very slowly into a nightmare.

She watched him as he spoke next, cruel words and actions that knocked the wind right out of her. Just because she wasn't the typical debutante didn't mean she didn't have feelings (even if she didn't want to fully acknowledge them yet). Febs stood there, shock and hurt clear across her expression now, frustrated tears prickling at the corners of her eyes. She absolutely refused to let him see her cry; he wasn't worth it, this wasn't worth it. "Get. Out." She punctuated each word carefully, hoping not to betray the flood of emotions that would surely follow.