Talking Like Zoe

"Well, I did. So get the fuck out of my room!" Jon yelled. Zoe took a step back, then turned around and left. "Fine!" Jon nearly took a step back himself. How many times had he said the word "fuck"? *A lot* more than normal. He remembered Zoe saying it a lot, especially when she was angry. But now *he* was the one saying it. And the weird thing was it felt normal. A lot of things about this new life were starting to feel more normal to him. Alone in his room, sitting on his bed, Jon thought about what he wanted to do.