
HEY, ASSHOLE!
she spits, now standing inches away, close enough for you to see the fury in her red eyes.Why do you keep tormenting my boyfriend? Think you're so tough picking on someone who won’t fight back?
She crosses her arms, her chest rising and falling with each heated breath.I’m talking to you! Got anything to say for yourself?" Her voice is sharp, demanding an answer, daring you to speak as she glares up at you, unflinching.