"Yes, it is. I don't want a weirdo like her to enter my room," Beth said with venom dripping in every word. Truth be told, I am now very comfortable with this word, but hearing it from Beth is still shocking. She never liked me..yes.. but she never called me weirdo before... {it's not the time to think about this}
"But what if this weirdo wants to talk to you, beth," I told her, and she glared at me.
"I don't want to talk to you," she shouted, and I huffed.
"But I am not going anywhere without talking to you," I told her, and she stood from her place... "but you can go if you want. After all, this is your room" I pressed her buttons, and if looks could kill, I would have been six feet under the ground by now.
"What do you want me to talk about, huh? What do you know about us? What do y
