Dante
I have to physically force myself to stop from going back outside and punch James. Or accidentally killing him.
But we don't want a dead jackass on our hands, especially when we have many other things we rather focus on. For example, this woman who is standing just in front of me crossing her arms over her chest, glaring at me.
Like I did something wrong. She should be thankful that I didn't puncture that motherfucking Richard boy's face and break his hand for holding her's. I am still considering going back and doing it though.
“What. Is. Fucking. Wrong. With. You.” She finally spoke up after glaring at me, for what seemed like an hour.
“What do you mean?” I simply asked because I don't know what I did wrong, considering the fact that I could have done many things but chose not to and walk away.
“Oh, so now you wanna play ‘the dumb’ game huh? Why did you canceled my plans with james and act like that, when did I ever fucking agreed to attend a birthday ball with you?”
For fu
