RORY
I slam my room door shut and shove my hands into my hair, so f*****g pissed at Carter, I can barely see straight.
How dare he try to tell me what to do? Who the hell does he think he is exactly?
Trying to come up with safety measures for us when we get to the club is one thing, but flat out telling me that he is not going to allow me go is another.
The audacity of that man. Telling me that he's not going to let me go as if he actually has a say.
Just to prove to him that I actually can do what I want, I want to call Avery right now and ask if we can go to the club today instead and I am already reaching for my phone to do so when I remember that it's Saturday and I'm supposed to be going to my dad's for dinner.
Ugh.
I'm pissed at Carter for being such an ass and I'm pisse
