Jace tries to grab my arm, but I slap his hand away. I am not in the mood to deal with him. He should be apologizing to me, not repeatedly accusing me of being a w***e. I have a boyfriend and he doesn’t care about that. So why does he care if me and Tyler are doing something? Or if me and Spencer are doing something? Why does he think I am a w***e if I am messing around with his friends, but it is okay for me to mess around with him. I just do not understand him.
I walk into my room and slam the door behind me. Austin is laying on the bed looking at his phone. He sets his phone down and turns to look at me. “What’s wrong?” He asks, looking at me with furrowed brows.
I huff, leaning back against the door. “Jace is pissing me the f**k off. He is being a f*****g asshole, and I am very tire
