“Are you on drugs?”
“The f**k is wrong with you? I’m telling you nicely that you can go so you don’t get late for your class and I’ll go myself to your house tonight to talk about it. I’m being nice here, and what I get from you is that weird question? Am I on drugs? Do I look like an addict to you?”
“You certainly look like an addict to me. A s*x-addicted person”
“Hey! Hey! Mind your mouth now, lady. I haven’t made out with anyone for two days already.”
“Is that supposed to make me happy?”
“That is supposed to give me a little respect.”
I was caught speechless as he told me the words seriously. I hesitated all the words and I stuck them in my throat for a second, feeling my tongue bleeding after I realized I had just said the wrong words.
“All right, respect granted”
I said unboth
