Roxanne

“Is she really your friend?.” He asked again.

“What the hell are you talking about? Do you think you can just barge into my room anytime you want and ask me about my friendships? You have no right to do that.” I replied, glaring hard at him.

He didn’t say anything but just let out an amused laugh, which made me pissed off. Did he think any of this was funny? Somehow, I was finding it hard to get the picture of him and Anya on the bed out of my mind.

“I have something to tell ...