Kirstie's P.O.V
We are in a tourbus. And now we're headed for our next show. Another hours lf waiting, I guess. "Kirstie?" Esther called from the mini-kitchen. Oh, I forgot to mention, Mitch was sitting on a bus couch across me, reading "Divergent". (A/N: Obsessed with Divergent Series! 😍 #bookworm)
I did my best not to glance to him, since we are not over yet. I stood up from my seat and kind of tried annoying Mitch with my graceful walk. But before I take another step.
"Ow."
Well, I felt someone just threw a book to me.
I turn my back frustratingly. "Did I even threw a book to you?" I miffed. He raised his hands in surrender, "Was it me?" He mocked.
"No. No, it's not!" I sarcastically replied. "It was Jenevieve. Right, Jenevieve?!" I sarcastically spoke again.
"Then, it is her." Mitch rolled his eyes. "That doesn't make you beautiful, stupid."
"Well, are you even one?"
I gasped. "Oh, you did not!"
"Yes, I have." He confrontingly answered. I can't help but groaned as loud as I can. I gotta stop myself, the results may not be good if I specifically blurt out. "You have a day, Grassi!"
"Well, that is what you call KARMA, honey."
