SELENA'S POV

“Arthur's not a friend, is he?”

It was about time he asked. After witnessing our very unfriendly banter towards each other twice, it was right he asked. Anyone would be curious to know, and I couldn't blame him.

My hands fiddled on my thigh as I blew out a breath, looking on at the Horizon's landscape from his windshield. The sky had taken on a darker hue of orange-pink, and the sun's intensity slowly waned as it slowly took shade behind the flurry of clouds. Dusk was ...