Lydia strolled into her room. Her mind was crammed with frustration and resentment surging in every vein. Lydia had not cooled down yet and this was bothering her more than she thought.
"Who does he think he is, as*****," Lydia called him names throwing her Prada on her chair which ended up landed on it but bounced back to the floor.
Taking her shoes off Lydia collapsed on her bed and face first. She hated fighting and mostly hated fighting with him. But this time it was all his fault and the worst thing was what he said to her. Those few words completely broke her heart. What he brought out was not only disgracing but jeopardized their newly formed friendship that was just starting to grow to be something amazing.
"I am never talking to him," Lydia said, growling as her voice was comin
