BRENT'S POV

I swallowed down the frustration I was fast losing control of and held my hands down to help Priscilla up, which she ignored.

“Why don't they like me? Have you said something about me to make them decide that?”

She sucked in a breath and stood up by herself. “Why would I do that? They usually take to new people easily. Maybe you should have a look at what makes two 5-year-olds not like you.” She replied, angry fire filling her eyes.

I took a deep breath to control my ...