Ten dresses were thrown on top of my bed and the floor as anxiety filled me. I have not went on a date in what feels like ages. The stress of wearing something that would impress Baron was weighing me down. I fell on the floor and pounded it as I released my anger.
"Hey bitch we're trying to sleep here! If you want to hit your head on the floor make sure to do so in the corridor. Make sure not to kill yourself."
Weston winced as I punched him in the gut.
"Mind your own beeswax mother fucker. You're just jealous because you're a single virgin old man."
A vein throbbed in Weston's neck as he pounced on me.
"You bitch! I'll tear your hair off of your head!"
I cried out as Weston pulled my hair. His blue eyes grew crazy as we pulled at each other's hair like children.
"Fermez vos bouches you bastards!"
