He had been suppressing me for so long. I couldn't stand living like this another day.
I slapped my fork on the table. I finally stood up for myself.
"Go ahead, say it. I'm done with this. Every time something happens, you use this to threaten me. Is that fun for you?" I said.
He probably didn't expect this reaction from me. He was stunned for a moment, then his tone softened.
"Mila, that's not what I meant," he said.
"If that's not what you meant, then what did you mean? I think my mom sent you to spy on me. She must have purposely bought this apartment across from you," I said.
The more I thought about it, the angrier I got. My tone grew harsher.
"I never should've gone to the same school as you. I don't know why I worked so hard to get into Turner University!" I said.
As soon as I said the words, even I was stunned.
Yeah, why did I insist on getting into Turner University?
Back then, my grades were above average, but I was still far from qualifying for Turner University.
The teacher called me in for a talk. She said my grades were good enough to aim for a second-grade university. She advised me not to be too aggressive.
I was dead set on Turner University and I studied like crazy.