Genevieve:
"Back off," I lashed out as soon as he approached me.
"Ouch! I was just trying to cover you with a blanket," Percy complained, rubbing his knee.
"I don't need your blanket or anything," I hissed at him.
"Why? Why are you so rude to me? I'm the only one who treats you right, and look at your behavior. One would think you'd be a bit more understanding and nice to me," he said, looking so confident that his complaints were valid.
I might have been unloved for most of my life, but I'm not going to let some jerk, who I don't even feel anything for, try to lecture me about my genuine outburst.
"Oh really? Does k********g someone, handcuffing them to the headboard, and dragging them around seem like nice treatment to you?" I yelled, watching him open his mouth and then shut it i
