Hate wouldn't be a big enough word if you had asked her. She held an absolute grudge against your ex-boyfriend who had broken up with you a couple of weeks ago, she'd have cheered if she hadn't been focused on keeping you distracted. He was an asshole, nothing less, nothing more, treating you in all the wrong ways which she hadn't missed out, you knew a lot of things in a shared apartment.

She knew some of his things were still at your place, she had expected him to come and pick it up, but no. You had gone and travelled through half the town to get them back to him, being greeted by her right as the front door opened, and she didn't seem happy at all.

Pacing after you as you kept walking in circles around the kitchen, trying to talk some sense into you without getting too mad and saying things she'd regret, but your naivety was setting her off, once again.

"He could've just come here and pick them up himself! He's still just trying to have the control over the situation!"