“James, when are you ever gonna get a new look on your face? This sappy little mournful look is getting old”. After not hearing a response, Greg turned to look at James. “What’s the matter? Did I hurt your feelings?” he asked, sarcasm present. “Shut the fuck up already. I’m sick of your bullshit. Stay the fuck out of my life.” James stood up and stormed out the room. Greg looked puzzled and saw Allison walk towards him. “What did you say to him to make him so much like you?!” Greg demanded. Allison looked confused until she saw James in the distance. She shook her head and looked back and Greg. “This isn’t my problem. YOU did this, and YOU need to fix it.” Greg stared at her for a while and walked away. No bitch like HER was gonna tell ME off, he thought to himself.