Rhea
It's been two days since Ryan pinned me against the wall outside my room and insulted me.
Two whole days.
Honestly?
I still don't know what came over me when I slapped him. One moment he was standing there calling me names and judging me for things he knew absolutely nothing about.
The next, my hand connected with his face. I should probably feel guilty. Maybe embarrassed. Maybe regretful.
I felt none of those things. Because the truth was simple. I can tolerate a lot of things. I can tolerate rude people.
Arrogant people. People who underestimate me. But the moment someone tries to step on my pride The moment someone looks down on me? That is where I draw the line.
And Ryan crossed it. So no. I didn't regret the slap.
Not even a little. The only thing I regretted was wasting
