Carson
“f*****g a*sholes. That f*cking sl*t!” I roared as I slammed into my apartment. Those d*cks broke my f*cking nose. The doc said I had gotten lucky that the second punch straightened my nose back or else it would have been a really painful process to snap it back in place because the first punch almost shattered it.
They both hit hard, but that first guy, f*ck, it felt like a brick hit my face. Who in the f*ck was that guy? Shay claimed he was her boyfriend, but the date she had the other night was with the auburn-haired guy who stormed out of the place. I’ve never seen this guy before. And I knew the black guy wasn’t her boyfriend. He screamed gay. He was dressed way too nicely, and he had lip gloss on for God’s sake. Did they think I was a f*cking m*ron?
Shay really ha
