Chapter 12
As if determined to prove that Jack had been right when he called me immature, I spent the next two days stomping around the flat with a face like thunder. I nearly took Matt's head off when, after I slammed down a glass so hard most of the liquid inside flew out, he mouthed 'PMT' at Jack.
Of course I couldn't explain to him that, in actual fact, it wasn't the onset of menstruation that was causing me to act like a complete feral, but rather the fact that the bitch downstairs had stopped me pashing his best mate. Wouldn't that have wiped the smirk right off his face?
It wasn't just at the flat that I was in a dark mood, either. The cloud followed me to uni where I barely took in a word in tutes or lectures. Even Adam couldn't seem to jolly me out of my foul mood, although he did his absolute best; his antics would have had me rolling in the aisles only the week before.
Simone, having known me for so long, knew that it was just best to keep out of my way when I was sulking and I barely saw her. We talked a couple of times on the phone and I think that was quite enough contact for her, wise girl that she is.
Jack, in his totally oblivious way, didn't seem to understand what he'd done to annoy me so much and I was too angry to explain it to him. I knew I was behaving like a child, a bratty, nasty, rude child and was ashamed of it. I knew I was totally overreacting but I couldn't seem to help myself.
Lucky I didn't see Haley on Monday or Tuesday, I probably would’ve pushed her down the nearest available flight of stairs.
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