"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...
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𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟸𝟿: 𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢?
☀︎︎☾ * ੈ✩‧₊˚ꕥ˚* ੈ✩‧₊˚☽☀︎︎
Theo
I was ten and walked around with Mason stealing carrots off peoples snowman's around our neighborhood. When we got caught we ran and I tried over a carrot and broke my wrist. He never let me forget about it.
It was a low point, but funny looking back on it.
Now I'm the one being harassed by a little kid.
Kaz punched me the stomach, "Think about that next time you cross me."
"What did I even do?"
"Kaz don't hit people," Camilla said not paying much attention.
"He crossed me."
"Use your words," she reminded him walking away from us.
He mumbled under his breath and she somehow heard and turned her head raising an eyebrow at him, "What was that?"
"Nothing," he replied, "Sorry."
She nodded turning away again.
I smiled causing Kaz to glare at me, "You think you're so much better than me."
"What are you talking about?"
"Just cause you're taller and can drive doesn't mean anything," he ranted, "leave."
"Are you okay Kaz?"
"No."
I looked at him concerned, "Do you want to talk about it?"
"Yes. So listen."
"I'm listening."
"I need an actual favor."
What's the worse an elementary schooler could ask for?
"What is it?"
"I need steroids."
What the fuck.
"What?"
"You heard me."
I shook my head, "Do you even know what steroids are?"
