CESAR
She sat up. "What the fuck did you do to me?"
I blinked.
Okay, this wasn't how I expected the morning-after conversation to go.
She looked around in disbelief. "I'm confused. What the fuck am I doing here?"
I opened my mouth, but she cut me off.
"You let me sleep here? You made me sleep here?! Oh my God. I cannot fucking believe you!"
And just like that, the rant began.
She stormed around the room, cursing me out nonstop. Something about her mom, something about her phone, something about how she couldn't even bear to check her missed calls because she was terrified of what her mother might say.
Apparently, I had "ruined her," "trapped her," "acted like an asshole," and basically became every kind of villain she could name in five seconds.
She didn't wait for answers. She didn't want answers.
She just talked—no, raged. Word after word. No breath. Like her fury had a direct pipeline to her vocal cords.
