Noah:
“Please tell me you didn’t just…”
“That was my favorite shirt!” I hissed as Kimberly began to shrug off the coffee that had spilled over the front of the shirt she was wearing.
“Well, don’t glare at me, that was your fault not mine.” She shot back at me, still trying to wipe the wet brown stain away as though it would do anything but make it worse than it already was.
“How is it my fault? You’re the one who wasn’t listening…”
“Well, if only you hadn’t grabbed me like a cop trying to restrain a criminal when all I asked was that you leave me the f**k alone.”
There was no way in hell she was blaming me for her actions right now.
I would rather believe I had misheard her.
“The only reason I grabbed you…” I started, speaking with what could only be rage.
However, my words fizzle
