We head to his car without talking to each other. I’m so mad at him as it is. I don’t want to get more mad than I’m. We had a long talk in my room with him dictating me and I ended up packing some clothes and books. Reason for all this? Because I have a male roommate who looks like a player. Yeah, I know he is one but that does not give Scott the right to dictate me. It’s my life. I mean, it’s my f*****g life.
He gives me a lopsided smile as we reach his car. I wonder why he is smiling. He is some arrogant asshole who behaves like my dad. He should get married if that will cool him down. How I wish he could go back to Paris and let me be. I’m not a kid anymore. I can take care of myself.
“Hey best cousin?” Irene hugs me almost making me fall. I’m so mad such that I didn’t notice she was
