“I WANNA RUN AWAYYYY!”
I press my lips into a thin line as I stalk over to her, planting my palm on her forehead, and shove.
She topples backwards with a screech, bouncing onto the mattress in a tangle of limbs and attitude.
“What the actual fu?—”
I reach for her phone on the dresser, pressing pause on whatever the fuck type of music that was.
“Get the fuck out of here!!” She scrambles back up, ready to throw a pillow at me.
I lean down, meeting her glare with one of my own, smirking.
“Eat or starve, princess.”
I was halfway through my plate when the whole house began to shake from the loud stomps down the stairs. She finally appears in front of me with the same matching sweat set, and her hair in that irritating high pony and fucking bow.
She’s standing there, her face twisted in eternal irritation, those pretty eyes locked on me like she’s trying to burn holes straight through my fucking skull.
“What the fuck is that? Is that even edible?” she snaps.
I don’t even bother looking up at her.
“I’m eating it, aren’t I? If you’re that offended, there’s premium alfalfa out back with your name on it.”
She wrinkles her nose in disgust, sliding into the chair across from me, eying the plate like it’s prison food.
“I’m sure this slop impresses the ladies.”
I scoff, the fucking nerve.
“Good thing you’re not someone I’m trying to impress,” I say flatly, shoveling in another bite. “You get the same slop I feed the cows.”
She stabs a potato with unnecessary force, damn near shattering the plate. “God, you’re so irritating,” she huffs, shoving the potato in her mouth.
I shouldn’t be looking, but I do. The way her lips part as she chews grabs my attention.
Those plump lips.
Fuck.
They’re the perfect shade of pink, and all I can think about is what they’d look like wrapped around my co-
God damn it, shut the fuck up.
I finally meet her eyes. “You’re so fucking dramatic. Ever heard of an inside voice? You don’t have to scream like King Kong every time you open your mouth.”
She scoffs, muttering something under her breath.
I bite back a grin, the fiery attitude on this one, I’m going to have fun pissing her off.
“Eat up,” I say, leaning back in my chair with a lazy smirk. “You’ve got a long day of cleaning up horse shit ahead of you.”
She flips me off without looking up at me.
I chuckle into my iced tea, letting the satisfaction settle in. She can throw her attitude at me all she wants.
Fuck, I think I like it.
