Regardless of how many guys she had hung out with in her life, they still managed to get under her skin. Something about the aggressive tone in their voices that made her go into an instant defensive pose. Jadyn clung tightly onto her blanket, brown eyes wide with fright as Quentin spat out those words in her direction. If she had even a drop of sanity in her body, she would know better and that Quentin only meant well by his vulgar words, but instead she took it as a threat and no person with borderline took well to threats.
"I will fucking do whatever I fucking DAMN WELL PLEASE! I don't have to call the entire fucking neighborhood to let them know I want to be left alone! I can take care of myself fine and don't need you dragging your punk ass over here to double check on me!" All the while, Jadyn brought a hand up to pull her hair out of her face, only to make it messier. Unknown to her, she used the same arm that she had taken a knife to during her suicide attempt, the wounds still fresh from the other day.