(Mansion DeQuia)
"What the f*****g hell is wrong with you?" Tyron growled as he led me to my room. His eyes flickered with emotion, and his lips formed a thin line.
Instead of being intimidated and backing down, I raised my head, my blood boiling with rage. My fists clenched as I gave him defiant glares. "It should be me who is wondering what the f*****g hell is wrong with you!"
'Is he afraid I'll be scared of him yelling at me like that? It's not just him who's riled up. If he's mad, I'm mad too!'
Tyron charged forward, squinting and gritting his teeth, but I held my ground, mirroring his anger.
"What do you think you're doing, huh? Do you enjoy being with that bastard!" he shouted venomously.
My whole body trembled and I retorted, "And what do you care if I start liking Alpha Shade
