"You're bleeding." She says, pointing towards the place where the corner of a table hit my arm, causing me to get a pretty deep gash and making me in an even worse mood than I already was.
"Thanks for the update, Cupcake." I immediately regret letting how I feel show to her. She always knows if I'm kidding or if something's really up. Of course she has to ask.
"What the hell is wrong with you today? You've been talking even less than the normal few sentences you say a day."… Continue