“Oh, really?” I mutter, watching her head to the door. “So Benson is good enough for you, but I’m not?” Abruptly, she twirls around and glares at me. “How would I know anything about you? All you do is make me feel like you fucking hate me.” she whisper-yells, balling her fists. “You took my words all wrong, and now you are fucking pushing me away.” “I heard you right. I’m not good enough for you, while Benson is exactly what you need.” “No, you’re a dumbass. All I meant is that I don’t want to be a one-time thing.”
