“says the one who slammed me against walls in his raging hissy fits, cared more about a fucking CHAIR than about his girlfriend-at-the-time, and all the other shit you’ve pulled. right. I’M the rude one for flipping you off and not putting up with your shit anymore. sure, ‘cause that makes total sense.”

_{“ are you done yet? ” it was a simple question as his arms folded calmly across his chest, “ or are you going to go on for another hour about what happened? i mean, i’m sure you have all day, but i don’t.”}