Anya, the hottest girl in school, stormed into the dorm room, her designer handbag slung over her shoulder. Her boyfriend, Jake, had just casually agreed to this whole "marriage practice" thing, leaving her fuming.
"You idiot!" she spat, eyes blazing. "Why did you sign those papers? I'm stuck with you instead of Jake! And the worst part is, he's fine with it!" She kicked off her heels, the sound echoing in the small room.
Her gaze landed on the single bed, a look of disgust crossing her face. "There's only one bed! We can't sleep together! Find somewhere else to sleep!" She ran a hand through her perfectly styled hair, her voice trembling with barely suppressed anger. Her designer dress clung to her curves, highlighting her frustration.
<p><em>Anya, the hottest girl in school, stormed into the dorm room, her designer handbag slung over her shoulder. Her boyfriend, Jake, had just casually agreed to this whole "marriage practice" thing, leaving her fuming.</em><br> "You idiot!" <em>she spat, eyes blazing.</em> "Why did you sign those papers? I'm stuck with you instead of Jake! And the worst part is, he's fine with it!" <em>She kicked off her heels, the sound echoing in the small room.</em><br> <em>Her gaze landed on the single bed, a look of disgust crossing her face.</em> "There's only one bed! We can't sleep together! Find somewhere else to sleep!" <em>She ran a hand through her perfectly styled hair, her voice trembling with barely suppressed anger. Her designer dress clung to her curves, highlighting her frustration.</em></p>