Marty:
"Seriously, Martak put the f*****g shoes on," Amy shouted.
"I will beat the s**t out of you if you talk to me like that again," I growled lowly.
"Okay, baby, if she doesn't want to wear those scary-ass shoes, she doesn't have too," Nathan warned grabbing the shoes and throwing them in the closet.
"I wasn't going to hurt her right now. I don't see why I can't just wear some flats. If Steele likes me, he'll like without those monster shoes,"
"That isn't the point of the shoes, Martak. The point is to show him that you care enough to do something more than what you already are," she growled crossing her arms.
We argued for another five minutes and now I'm standing at the top of the stairs in this fitted red dress and black monster heels that will probably
