“This is the first time I’ve seen you today, how can you already be so pissy with me? Oh, is it that time?” he asks before he adds, “I wouldn’t know. It’s not like I see your vagina.” I blush bright red. “What the hell? Side note, you’ve known me for almost ten years and I’ve been taking the pill for the entire time. How the hell do you not know when it is?” I scoff. After four months, Will knows when my period is and even plans accordingly when it’s that week.
