Mikeys P.O.V

I practically ran up the stairs to the house and yanked open the front door. Drew, I was looking for Drew. I push past people who are drunk and dancing. They give me filthy looks but I don't care. I spot Drew amongst the crowd and walk towards him, he slowly turns around and everything seems to go in slow motion. Before I can stop myself, my fist makes contact with his face.
"WHAT THE FUCKS WRONG WITH YOU MAN!" Drew shouts.
"THATS FOR ALL THE DIRTY LOOKS YOU FUCKING DICKHEAD!"
"WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?!"
"VANYA! YOUR A FUCKING ASS HOLE AND I HOPE YOU ROT IN HELL!" I spit at his face; looking at the shocked look I receive.
"WHAT THE FUCK MIKEY!? I SWEAR YOU'LL REGET THIS!"
"NO YOU'RE GUNNA REGRET THIS! ALL OF THIS! IM TIRED OF YOU TREATING EVERYONE LIKE SHIT!"
Next thing I know, Drew lunges at me. I run so fast, secretly thanking God that I took track. I run out of the house and into the street. I hear Drew shout after me. I dont care, he deserved it.