Friends, Lovers to enemies

Fiorella pukes almost everything she had eaten into the bathroom sink, she washes her face after and wonders what's wrong with her exactly. She holds her head feeling extremely dizzy, she belches lightly and leans on the wall for support.

"Why am I feeling this way?" Fiorella mutters and spits. "It's all because of that fool, he's acting like a rude, spoiled brat now," Fiorella hisses and packs her hair into a messy bun, the strands are disturbing.

She comes out of the bathroom wiping her lips, her eyes lands on him and she shoots a glare that doesn't seem to affect him one bit.

"Stop glaring at me, I am not the cause of your problems," Tito pouts.

"Whatever," Fiorella scoffs loudly.

"Take this food away, it's irritating, '' Tito said and turns his face away.

Fiorella folds her fists angrily, she feels like punching the hell out of him right now or banging his head against something hard so he will stop acting like a jerk. Fiorella walks to him and takes the food from the bed.