"Curtis..."
"Forget it, Lara," he quipped, cutting her off before she could say whatever it was that she had to say.
"Please, Curtis. Just listen to me," Lara insisted, and her voice trembled on the last word.
Curtis turned to face her. His expression was cold, his hands curled into fists.
"If this is you trying to apologise, Lara, I have told you several times. I don't want your apology. I don't need it, so don't bother," he snapped.
She shook her head at his harsh words, and tears filled her eyes.
"You don't understand. I..."
Curtis cut her off again.
"What is there to understand, Lara? I told you. I fucking begged you to leave me alone. You kissed me, you made the first move. You know how I feel about you and yet you went ahead to do all of those things. I walked away, Lara. I turned and left because I didn't want to do it. And you followed me. You saw me in a vulnerable moment and you took advantage. I begged you, Lara. I told you to fucking leave me alone!"
