"I hate you."
"Are you sure? I don't think I got a fair chance."
"I am."
"Are you very sure?"
"Has anyone ever told you that you're full of yourself?"
"No."
"Well, they should."
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Her definition of perfect was qu...
It's been about three weeks since Kaz actually talked to me.
I hummed along to the songs playing on the radio in my car as I drove on the smooth ride. My eyebrows furrowed together when an all too familiar head of brown hair came into view.
Kaz?
I pulled over to the sidewalk rolling down my window, "Kaz."
He looked over at me with relief washing over his features, "Cammy."
Well now it's been three seconds.
"Do you need a ride?"
He looked at me nervously, "I can't."
"What do you mean you can't?"
"I don't want her to get mad at me," he said referring to our mom.
"I'll make sure she doesn't."
"Promise?"
"I promise."
He got in throwing his backpack into the backseat as he usually does whenever I picked him up from school.
"Why were you walking alone?"
"She forgot."
"Forgot what?"
"To pick me up."
"And the school just let you walk home by yourself?"
"Yeah."
Fucking psychopaths.
"What were you going to do?" he asked, curious on why I was driving down this road.
"Grocery shopping I need more ice cream."
"For what?"
"Milkshakes."
"You don't like milkshakes."
I nodded, "Well that was before I tried Parker's."
