"Three weeks!" I exclaimed and threw my shoe against Blake's bedroom wall. "It's been three weeks and I'm going to murder somebody!"
"Look on the bright side," Blake said optimistically.
"What bright side? I'm going to rip off her head and spit down her throat!" I yelled. "I can't stand her!"
"I'm sure the feeling is mutual," Blake chuckled.
"I don't care! I'm not the one that's moved into her house!" I sighed angrily and stood up from Blake's bed. I pulled my underwear on and flipped Blake off when I saw him blatantly staring at me.
"Stop yelling, it's too early," Blake said. "Come back to bed."
"I'm not having s*x again," I said.
"It might relieve your anger," Blake smirked.
"More like relieve your urges," I scoffed and rolled my eyes. "I need to go to the Agency."
"Oh yeah, fir
