I couldn't wipe the smile off my face as I entered my apartment the next day. I honestly couldn't remember being this happy and it felt so unusual yet satisfying.
"Where the fuck have you been?" Nate roared from the living room with his phone in hand and I frowned at his tone.
"I thought I made it clear when I said I was going on a date,"
"You should have been back instead of staying the night like a whore," he snapped, making me gasp. I walked closer towards him in shock, hurt evident on my face, "Crap, I didn't mean it---" his words were cut off as my palm connected with his cheek.
"Go to hell, asshole." I stomped off to my room, feeling like shit. My mood was completely ruined by him. How could he even say such a thing? I tried to control myself from breaking into tears and lay on my bed when I heard the loud ringing of my phone. I pulled it out from my purse to see my mom's name.
"Hey Mom," I cleared my throat and answered, trying to sound cheerful.