Gwen was sitting in front of the dressing mirror with a smirk on her face as she stared at herself in the mirror.

She was playing with the picking comb, pouting her lips afterwards.

"College mate? A light hug would have been ok, but she hugged him so tight and almost killed him, what if his lungs gummed together in the process? What if he stopped breathing as a result of the tightness?" She muttered.

"Wait? Am I overreacting? No it'd have been better if he didn't peck him, but she f**king pecked him, and he... And he allowed her... That jerk" she stumped her foot repeatedly, dropping the comb....