She glared daggers into the back of his head as he rolled around. Just what was he playing at? Was he honestly angry at her because she didn't want to take off her hoodie? He was such a boy. He was such. A. Boy.
The next few moments happened fairly quickly. First, she grew a bit indignant. Rightlyfully so, she felt. She had the decency to let him stay here and sleep in her bed, and then he was off being a prick because she didn't want to take off her hoodie.
Giving something of a growl, she smacked him with her pillow with all of the strength that she could muster. Inching off of the edge of her bed, she made her way towards the door. She didn't even bother turning to look at him as she slammed the door closed, not caring to say goodnight to him. He had absolutely no reason to be upset with her, and she knew she was letting her emotions get the best of her, but wasn't she entitled? He hadn't the foggiest idea as to what she was even upset about, but simply with the fact that she wasn't giving in. Prick. Ugh.
Shuffling- more like stomping- to the guest room, she hurried into bed and pulled the covers over her head.