Anger flared in my chest, but I kept my voice controlled. "You wash up and change on your own. I'm going to bed."
Zane's temper snapped, his voice rising. "Amy, seriously? You're giving me attitude over this?"
Without a word, I stood and walked to the bedroom, slamming the door behind me and locking it. Through the door, I could hear him muttering angrily. "Crazy woman!"
I collapsed onto the bed, my mind spinning. How had it come to this? Zane and I hadn't always been like this. Our relationship had started with a whirlwind of drama, but there had been moments of sweetness, moments when I thought I meant something to him.
I remembered the day we first crossed paths, when he was the golden boy of our university and I was just the girl helping her mom sell cotton candy after classes. It was a typical Friday and I watched from behind our little stall as Zane emerged from the campus gates, surrounded by a gaggle of adoring girls. He was handsome, rich and completely out of my league. Yet, despite the attention, he never seemed interested in any of the girls who fawned over him.