Y/N's POV
"Y/N! HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU NOT TO IGNORE ME AND NOT TO SLAM THAT DAMN DOOR?!?" Jason screamed at me, obviously angry. "OH SHUT THE HELL UP JASON! I BOUGHT THE DAMN HOUSE, YOU CAN'T TELL ME WHETHER OR NOT I CAN SLAM THE FUCKING DOOR!" I screamed back, equally as angry.
"DON'T FUCKING SCREAM AT ME YOU BITCH!!" Woah...hold the fuck up....what? "I'M A BITCH? I'M A BITCH? ALRIGHT, LET ME SHOW YOU HOW MUCH OF A BITCH I AM, OK?!?" I screamed. Turning around, I grabbed anything I could get my hands on from the counter and threw it at me.
"DON'T CALL ME A BITCH, JASON!!" I screamed as I threw another cup at him. "Stop!! Y/N would you fucking stop?!?" he yelled while covering his head. Getting ready to throw another plate, Jason stormed over and gripped my hands tightly in his own and held them to my side. "That's enough" he yelled.
Before I could yell back, Jason harshly slammed his lips on mine.
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