A Quarrel

STORM

I started counting from one to hundred, trying to curb my anger and withhold the urge to throw my alarm clock on the ugly face of Miranda as she kept on ranting on how I was a slut and had no shame to allow a man jump into my room through my window, although I knew she would give up her right toe to be in the same shoes that I was.

She kept on talking, and when I couldn’t take it again, I decided to zone out. You know that moment that you are there but you aren’t there. I could hear her talking but I couldn’t actually hear what or the specifics of whatever she was saying.

I rather thought of the kiss I had shared with Kaden rather, his succulent lips were something to die for. I couldn’t wait to see him in the evening. I wondered where he had in mind to take me too, for a better shaping of my mind-he had said.

Well, wherever it was that he was taking me to, I hoped that they had somewhere private enough to smooch and let out some steam. I was literally dying to see him again.