One day

Freya stared at the clock in frustration, wondering why he was so late. 'JACK,' she said angrily to herself. She had met Jack a week ago at a car boot sale. She'd bought a lamp and mirror, but as she'd packed it all up and left, her car had broken down, so he'd driven her home. They'd kissed in the car, and now it was the day of thier first date. Freya heard a knock on the door. She went to the door and it was him. 'You're an hour late!' she shouted. Jack put his hands up and kissed her passionately. 'Get off! Hey-- you smell like that lipstick my BFF Sam next door has.' 'Uh, mouthspray,' Jack said quickly. 'Well, you go home, Jack. I'm going to Sam's,' said Freya. So she went out and slammed the door behind her. When she got to Sam's she asked if she had met her boyfriend Jack. Sam admitted,' We did IT for an hour before your date. I'm so, so, sorry. He came to ask if I knew where you lived, and when I told him, he said 'You're hot' and took my top off and before I could do anything we were making out.' Freya was to shocked to say anything. 'YOU IDIOT!' Freya shouted, more angrily than ever. Then there were some sharp slaps, the sound of someone screaming, and falling hard on the wooden floor. Then there was sobbing.