Your P.O.V:
Thomas hasn't talked to you for days. And you're getting worried. He never answers you and never looks you in the eye. It's like he can't even hear you! His silent treatment is getting on your nerves, so you finally stand up and say something.
"OKAY, WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!" You shout.
He only looks up for a moment, then continues to pick at his jacket.
This pisses you off.
"Oh, okay. I see how it is. You're not gonna talk unless I do something that you want me to even though I don't even know what it is! Isn't that right?" You say, putting your hands on your hips and giving him that "oh really" look.
Still no response.
Then it hits you.
"You were the one who walked in when Dylan and I were talking, weren't you?"
You suddenly felt ashamed for lashing out at him, but you quickly regained your anger as you stated,
"You're just jealous because I'm better friends with Dylan than with you! And you want me all to yourself!"
He looked up, and you could tell you had gotten it right. Instead of feeling sorry, you began to lash out some more.
"You're so SELFISH!" Do you not think I have a life of my own? I'm not your DOLL! You can't keep me from everyone else!"
You screamed at him. You didn't care. You were pushed over the limit. As you stormed into the bathroom, you began to cry. You cried for a long time, sobbing and blowing your nose as you sat against the bathroom door. You heard footsteps, and the door slam.
*TO BE CONTINUED*
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