"Alina, calm down," Marcus pleaded as he narrowly dodged the slipper flying at his head.
"No, I don't want to hear anything," she shouted, hurling the second slipper with just as much force. He dodged this one too, moving to her bed with a mix of desperation and concern.
"Calm down," he repeated, reaching for her hands. "Why are you acting this way? What did I do?" He held her tightly, trying to meet her eyes.
"Let me go," she snapped, her voice breaking. "I don't want to see your face. You are a jerk." Tears streamed down her face, her shoulders trembling.
"Stop it, Alina. My parents might hear you. What is it? Tell me so I can understand."
"Let me go first," she demanded. He reluctantly released her, watching as she pulled out her phone and thrust it toward him. "What the hell is this, Marcus?" she cried, her voice raw with heartbreak. "I thought you changed, but you will never change."