I was fuming by the time my last class of the day ended, raging still because I hadn’t felt even a smidge better since our run-in with Renee this morning.
I was f*****g irate, actually. Furious that she could do this to me, enraged that not only was she okay with f*****g me, but also one of my best friends.
I was an angry person. More than one of my friends would tell you that, but I’ve never felt quite this emotion pulsating through me, poisoning the blood in my veins. It was a mixture of rage and something else I couldn't quite pinpoint. Part of me, some hidden part I won’t let out, wants to tell me that it was something disgusting, like hurt, but that couldn't be it.
No woman has ever hurt me before. Not even this one.
Beer wouldn’t cut it, not tonight. I kicked off my shoes and bag
