Rm 508, later Thursday evening.
"Fine, whatever," Annette said to Angel who was sprawled on her bed. "I don't have to have everyone like me do I? I am sick to death of being emo. I don't do emo!" Annette did emo real well. "Geeze, I was trying to be nice. Or I would have did I not get that look from her. What is wrong with people around here?" She was flinging her jammies on her bed so she could change. "It's not like I'm totally insensitive but if people don't want to like me, fine. They don't have to. What do I care?" She snorted. "And apparently I'm just going to get dumped when Dick is tired of me. I guess I'm nothing more than just a ... sex toy. Yeah, you heard me, Angel. Okay, maybe I am more than that to him but I'm not feeling very optimistic at this point in my life." Annette was pouting. "I dump Dick because I hurt him and I'm a bitch. He dumps me because I hurt him and I'm still a bitch. I can't win here. Either way you look at it I'm a bitch and I really don't think I like that. I've moved on, why can't everyone else? It's just not fair that I keep getting it rubbed in my face. It's over!"
She glared at Angel. "Are you listening to me?"
Her door was closed and locked but knockable.
She glared at Angel. "Are you listening to me?"
Her door was closed and locked but knockable.