56. Fight

Despite her appetite for physical exertion and proving herself capable, Emily disliked confrontations. She was one to tell it how it was, yes, but she didn't argue topics into the ground even if she knew full well that she was right and the other was wrong.

“And why not?!” yelled Xavier, his voice increasing in volume each time he spoke.

Emily gave him a look, her arms folded across her chest.

“WELL?” he encouraged.

“Quit fighting me,” she said simply, raising an eyebrow judgmentally.

“I'm not!” he retorted.

“Then why are you yelling at me?”