[Mary’s POV]
“You have to stop doing that!” I hissed at Tommy, as he stopped in front of the table with different kinds of horse o’dourves, drinks and some more solid foods.
“I had to stop you some way.. you might hate Brian, but you can’t talk to him like that, Mary!” He scolded lowly, as he shoved a plate in my hand, and started to place food on it as well as the one he was holding in his own.
“He is a self justified prick, Tommy. I won’t let him walk all over me, like that!” I hissed back, as Tommy turned to look at me with a serious stare.
“I know, but you’ll have to, ‘cause when you talk like that, you make me look bad as well.” He replied, as I knitted my eyebrows.
“I’m not some little girl who need a man to take care of me, I’m not going to college to be some stay-at-home w
