C18 Seventeen

Maxine's Point of View

"What is your problem?!" I shouted.

"Easy," she smirked. "I'm sorry because the glass of juice slipped in my hand."

My jaw tightened with annoyance. Did she think I would believe her lame excuse? Pwes, she's wrong!

I raised my eyebrow at her, "Ah really?" I took the glass filled with iced tea from the table and poured it on Ferries’ head as well. "I'm sorry