Use me Mr hacker

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P.O.V. Scarlett

I took a step forward, ready to grab the turkey's hair and pull wire by wire from that hatching paw nest, when Vinnie grabbed her hand, which was on his chest and pushed her away.

- I already told you Miss. Denali, I'm not interested.

- Why not Edward? We'd be perfect together. - He pouted, he smiled.

- You're not my type Tania.

- It's because of the Salvatore girl, isn't it?

What?

- What? - It seems that Vinnie thought the same as me... Did the bitch know?

- I'm not an idiot, Vinnie. Of course you have a crush on the girl, but believe me Vinnie, it won't come to anything, she's just a spoiled brat.

Oh, but this bitch is asking...

He narrowed his eyes for a moment, but then smiled.

- Listen carefully Tania, you're a beautiful woman, however, as I've told you several times, I'm not interested. And I'll never be!

She opened her mouth to complain, I suppose, but she didn't say a single word, because we were all surprised by my father, who came behind me, without me realising it.

- Good morning, daughter! Are you early?

Before I turned to greet him, I saw Vinnie and the cow looking at me.

Vinnie had an arched eyebrow and a half smile, while the cow seemed to want to strangle me. Let it come, I'm not afraid of an ugly face!

I turned to Dad and hugged him.

- Good morning, Dad! Maddy had an appointment early, so after she left, I couldn't sleep anymore and came home. - He smiled by putting his arm on my shoulders and heading me to the kitchen.

- You're right! Do you remember Tania, dear?

- Yes, I saw her at the party. Hello Miss. Denali.

- Hello. - He spoke dryly, ignored her and looked at Vinnie, er... Lord!

- Good morning, Mr. Hacker.

- Good morning, little Scarlett. - I choreed miserably, now that nickname had a completely new meaning, on Vinnie's lips.

- Did you spend the night partying? - asked provocateur, which made me blush even more, Dad, on the contrary, laughed.

- Good heavens, Vinnie! My girl is a spreel? No way! He spent the night at his little friend's house.

- Dad! - grunt.

What? That's what?

- Speaking like that, it seems like I'm 8 years old, not 18, about to turn 19. - He laughed and messed up my hair.

- Excuse me, Miss. Adult.

- You know what, I'm going to my room. I need to put these clothes away.

- I'll help her! - Vinnie volunteered, getting ahead and taking the bags out of my hands.

Dad kissed me on the cheek, wishing me a good day and went to talk to the cow, who was still looking at me ugly.

I simply ignored her and left the kitchen with Vinnie by my side. As soon as we were out of reach of their ears, Vinnie poked me.

- So many baby purchases! - I laugh softly.

- They're skirts...

Really?