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I storm upstairs to the dorm. I realised that I should be angry that Brad was getting involved in my business and trying to sort things out when he only made things ten times worse. I knew by the way Thomas spoke that he was only going to make my life a living hell.
I unlock the door with one hand while the other gripped onto my papers. I just hoped Brad was still here.
I swing open the door and slam it shut, Brad jumping up on his bed at the sound. I place my papers on the table at the side of my bed and glare at him.
"Period?"
"Are you fucking serious?" I scoff. "You think I'm in a bad mood because I started my period?"
"Why are you shouting at me? I didn't do anything," Brad holds his hands up in surrender, confused.
"I'm shouting at you because you thought it was a smart idea to go and beat up Thomas!" I yell. "What the fuck were you thinking? You had no right to go and get involved like that!"
"Well, I'm sorry! I'll stop looking out for you then," he shouts back and I roll my eyes. Looking out for me, my ass. "I was trying to be nice and tell him to stay the fuck away from you."
"By beating him up? 'Cause that's such a smart idea," I scold him. "You're a fucking idiot I wonder how you got accepted into this fucking university. All you care about is making yourself look like the alpha dog and sleeping with girls!"
"That's not true," he stands up off of his bed. "If you weren't a raging bitch all the time then you'd fucking know that! All you do is fucking shout at me all the time! Maybe you're so insecure that you have to drag everyone down with you."
"Oh, you are such a hypocrite," I scoff. "You yell at me, too! You're such an arsehole all the time, do you get off to provoking me or something?"
Brad stands up now, "you know what? Sometimes I wanna kick you in your fucking teeth but you don't deserve that because it'll only improve your looks.
"And it's a shame your personality doesn't make up for your ugly fucking face," I clap back. "Because if I had a ugly face like yours I'd bloody sue my parents."
"Oh yeah, keep talking! One day you'll actually sound intelligent."
I step forward, raising a finger at him, "I'm fucking done with you. I don't need your help, I can handle situations by myself. I'm not four."
"Then stop acting like it!"
"Oh my God, I fucking hate you!"
"The feeling is fucking mutual," he claps back and I let out a frustrated sigh, turning on my heel, heading straight for the door. "Where the fuck are you going?"
"I'm going out," I put my hand on the door handle but Brad's hand grabs my other wrist and turns me around. "Let go of me, you arsehole."
"You think you can just come in here shouting at me and then when it gets too tough and you can't take it anymore you just leave?" He scoffs. "Grow some fucking balls and stop being a pussy by avoiding all of your problems."
