Ross's POV
Rodney and I were leaning on opposite sides of the counters, staring at each other. "Alright... so what if Hayley knew all the things you've done in the past, but not only in the ways that YOU see them" he asked, his gaze unmoving.
"What are you talking about?" I asked in a slightly angered tone. I may be putting faith into Rodney, but me and him have way to may rough edges to be able to smooth over in a matter of hours or even days... it's gonna take a while.
"I mean all the bad things you've done and blamed on me"
"Name one"
"When you killed El-"
I shot my hand out and grabbed his throat "Don't you f***ing dare say her name!"
Rodney pulled my hand off of him and backed up a little bit, obviously shaken. "Alright dude, chill"
"NO! I will NOT just *mocking tone* chiiiilllll, you know how I felt about that girl and you know that nothing that happened that day was my fault" I barked at Rodney as I walked around the counter and backed him against the opposite wall. He was opening and closing his mouth as if he was trying to say something but I scared him so bad he couldn't gather the strength to spit it out. I could feel my face burning up, my eyes were changing colors, and my fangs were coming in. "What Rodney, got no smart a** remark to come back with? Or is it that you know something, LIKE USUAL, that you're just. not. telling. me?" I asked getting up in his face, and now we were just inches apart. "Well? What the f*** is it Rodney?" I asked once more. Just then we heard a scream and both looked toward the door. We both recognized Hayley's shriek, forgot anything else, and ran to help her.