Mixed Imagine book (COMPLETE)

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Angel was in one of his moods where he thinks I'm a child and he's the adult who needs to point and tell me what to do. 

and I've told him don't continue to do that I'm not a kid.

But he doesn't listen.

"Escúchame" he says when I looked away from him

"I'm listening to you, Angel. and I've been listening to you since you've come home." I replied

"than look at me" he says

"put your finger down I'm not your child and your not my father scolding me" I tell him as I looked at him

"I'm not scolding you, I just want you to listen" he says

"than stop pointing at me" I tell him

" I don't have time for your childish behavior" he says

"then fuck off and go cry to someone else" I tell him

he dropped his hand finally.

"I'm not crying" he say

"you are standing there telling me the shit that you're experiencing both in and out of the club. and you're whining. so yea you are" I tell him

he sighed and rubbed his face.

"will you listen?" he asked

"I am and have damn it" I replied

he shook his head and walked off.

I rolled my eyes and went back to what I was doing before angel wanted to complain about some type of drama the club was involved with.

 its a never ending thing when shit like drama happens in the clubhouse and outside of it.