Cynthia Dion:

"Do you want to argue?" he grunted, narrowing his eyes.

"You're the one blocking my way," I stated, raising my voice a little.

"Lower your volume," he closed his eyes momentarily, processing, and then muttered under his breath, "Get inside; I'll drop you off at home." He attempted to calm himself by taking a deep breath.

"Why? Are you afraid someone might see you bullying me?" I scoffed, avoiding eye contact.

"Cynthia," he closed his eyes and ...