I walked into the room, my purse in one hand as Johnny grabbed the other tightly. It hurt, his fingers wrapped tightly around my wrist. He slammed me against a wall, a little too hard, might I add. I groaned in pain, and he just had a smirk on his face. I had dropped my purse, causing a thump to be heard as it hit the floor.
"Did you like doing that? Hmm?" He asked me angrily. "Answer me."
"What's your damn problem? What do you actually want?" I yelled back at him.
"Do you think I didn't see you grinding against Ryan? I didn't see you grinding against him?"
"Johnny stop it! Please! He's just my friend."
"I could see it how much good friends you are. How you were being so clingy with him even though I was there at the party, you call this friendship?" He shouted at me, loudly than bef
