Henry POV
    You're making this surprisingly difficult,henry Crawford,he huffed out distractedly,scratching his head.Here I am trying to be nice to you ,and you're hardly returning the favor"
      You don't know a dammn thing about me or my friends,Noah,so I don't think your really in a position to tell me what to do,I fired back.
         Henry Crawford,he called,"What"I retorted,his voice was dangerously low extremely deep,N-N-nothing he stammered out,
      "Yeah"right, I don't know what game your playing  Noah Johnson,but am not a fan of it,I replied.I stood up straightening my self up to my pathetic height of '5.3' at least am more taller than betty,I tossed my golden hair over my shoulder,my chin jutting out defiantly.
     "I'm not playing at anything henry Crawford he sneered,
       "You know what, I think your the one who is socially inept,I said.
     Henry I think your blind because,clearly you can't tell the difference between a death threat and someone trying to be nice to you.Those rather harsh words has some effect on me and I wasn't expecting.It was safe to say that I was now staring at him like he had something sticking out of his head.sure he had a point there.
      But why"I...