Sixteen

She didn't listen to me. This got me so frustrated, because it had been long since I had met someone as annoying as her. She towed the duvet to hips, pulling it off me completely. The scowls didn't resist my facial expression, my fingers locking in a hard fist. 

"You know I can throw you off this bed?" I threatened. 

She shrugged. The duvet settled on her chest, and she just shifted to the other side of the bed. She dunked into the soft foam, let out a sigh, and switched off the bedside lamp on the nightstand. 

Okay, first, staying on the bed with her wasn't a good idea. What if something had to happen between us? And, second, since she had the guts to disagree with me, I would let her know that that wasn't something she should do very often.