I huffed and laid my chin on my hand. We were sitting in the food court. Diana's hunger snapped at me, so we stopped by before leaving. She was scarfing down a strawberry and Nutella crepe while anxiety was feeding me. I gritted my teeth as I kept re-reading that one text that managed to ruin my so far happy mood. And it got the worst of me.
I slammed my hand down on the table and yelled out. " Why the f**k is she so irritating, that wench ?!" Diana stopped chewing and her food was halfway sticking out of her mouth while she stared at me with shocked, surprised eyes. Hungry mall civilians stopped to stare at me. I realized my outburst attracted the food court's customers. Could I be more obnoxious? God, I feel like my 8-year-old cousin who's always on hype mood when she eats candy, but on
