I shove him out onto the porch, the doors clanging shut behind us.

I don't get it. I don't get why he's doing this, after all that she said before. I don't get why he doesn't understand why this isn't easy for me. I guess he really is just that big of an asshole.

I shove him again, harder, and when I take a swing, I'm aiming for his jaw. I'm not a fighter, but I'm no fucking priss, either.

"I would've sat down no matter where the fuck we were, you dumb fuck. What the fuck don't you fuckin' understand?"