You have anger issues And Aonung was your enemy

Aonung: “Hey hot head”

You: “do you want me to beat the shit out of you” you slam your hands on the desk in in the library

your frustrated

Aonung: “calm it darling” he grabs your hand softly

You: “god don’t touch me” you shout as he covers your mouth a girl walks by

Girl: “good luck handling her attitude” she laughs with her friends your face burns up out of anger you try to push him off you