John was being a meanie. He just kept himself shut upped. I hated it.
"John-" I started.
He looked at me. "Shut it, prego." he said.
I was taken aback. Our relationship was going down the toilet. "John!" I said.
He turned away. "I'm going to my room," he mumbled.
No, my mind said.
Yet, my heart said yes. I hated myself for that.
