Mr Antisocial And The Flying M’ n ‘M

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"I'm almost out! Just two minutes!" I called into the phone that sat on the edge of my bed on loudspeaker. I applied another coat of mascara to my lashes, making sure they were evenly coated. "Two minutes? You said that half an hour ago." Aaron's voice came through the phone; the irritation in his tone was hard to miss. I rolled my eyes, blotting the red lipstick slightly. "Hasn't anyone ever told you that patience is a virtue?" I snapped back. Now, in my eyes, I've seen no fundamental differences between the sexes in terms of rules, but I know that it is completely and utterly wrong to shout at a women who is nearing her periods. It's just not done. I rolled my eyes for the 100th time since today, feeling the stomach ache coming back full force. "I'll tell you what's a f*****g virtue-

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