C86 Eighty-four

Byron's Point of View

"I like you, Byron." He uttered.

What the heck is he saying?

I scoffed, "Say what? Have you finally gone mad?"

He looked at the floor, "You don't need to answer me right away. I can wait."

"Wait for what?" I put my hands on my waist.

"Wait for your answer," he replied.

I snigger, "I will give you my answer now. My answer is no and that will never change."

He nodded