He walked into the room and shut the door behind him and slung me onto a bed. "What the fuck was that Grace" I look up at him as his frame towers above me at the end of the bed. "I didn't do anything" I spit at him. What the hell is his problem. "So you and him flirting was nothing" "What the fuck is wrong with you" I practically shout at him. He climbs on top of me, caving me in before I had a chance to move. "You're my fucking problem, stop making my life so difficult" " you're the one who keeps coming after me not the other way around" His face comes dangerously close to mine. "If you'd stop being a brat and give into me this wouldn't be hard, all I'm asking is that you work for me" "Fuck you Xander"