“Whatever you thought I meant, you’re wrong,” he says, understanding that his earlier words hurt me. I blink. “You said—” “I know what the fuck I said, Sawyer.” “Then why did you say it?” I snap, the anger finally re-emerging.
Um. What’s going on… why the actual fuck is he acting like hoe I can’t ima throw my phone out my window stfu bye I can’t. Stop.
