Morgan's POV:
Stuck in this place with f*****g Dante. My day can't get any worse.
"Morgan," Dante called, and I felt his hand hovering above my shoulder.
"Don't f*****g touch me!" I turned around and glared at him. He took a step back.
"You're looking at me like this is my fault."
"Is it?!" I spat. "Imagine being stuck in here with you!"
"You make that sound like it's a bad thing,"
"It is! Everything about you is a bad thing! How can't you see that?!"
He ran his fingers through his hair. "Okay, I'm guessing you have a lot of pent up anger and ...."
"Shut the f**k up." I leaned on the wall and folded my arms. "I don't want to hear jack s**t from you!"
"Seriously, what's the matter with you? And why are you so damn far away?!"
I glared at him "the audacity you have, Dante. I ca
