At his outburst, Anjali stared at him even further. The notion that Justin could think she was even semi-interested in Kabir was.. perplexing. Astounding, even. She could barely register it before he was off again.

"For all I know, Sharma, you wrote me just to keep me off balance. Hell, last time I saw you, you were in his arms in Honeyduke's,"

"That's ridiculous," she said, her bruised hand falling at her side as she shook her head, the senselessness of the accusation making her feel this was all a joke. That he would tell her the real reason he was upset with her any second. This just couldn't be it.

"And he's everything that you could be proud to have,"

That caught her attention.

"Are you joking?" she asked, her exasperation evident as she stared at him. Garnering not the response she had been hoping for, she plopped down onto the side of her bed, and finally admitted, "Kabir's a nice boy. He is, he's sweet but... docile."

Wincing at the sound of it herself, she lifted her gaze to Justin's before adding in a whisper, as if speaking it any louder would mean he could hear her.

"He's, quite frankly, dull."