"I'd just like to inform you that I do not give a shit about what you want."
He rolls his eyes and turns to me. "I'd just like to inform you that you're a pain in the ass."
"Aw. You're too kind."
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Valentina Laskaris never expected much f...
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♫ Valentina ♫
THE WATER IS some of the nicest water I've ever seen and I've been going to beaches for as long as I can remember.
Each pebble that rests at the bottom is perfectly visible from the top, that's how clear it is. It's honestly beautiful.
It wouldn't be beautiful if someone lost their pants, though. That would be quite ugly.
They swam for a bit longer then got out and spread out on the rocks around me. I stretch my legs out in front of me and lean back on my forearms, looking over the water filled with people laughing and splashing each other.
Something small hits my head and I turn around with a small frown to see Oliver holding a punnet of blueberries.
Where he got them from? I have no idea.
I roll my eyes and hold my hand out to him. He leans over and tilts the punnet to pour them into my palm, but as he's doing so, he suddenly whips around and somehow brings his arm with him and spills all the blueberries.
I'm not even surprised anymore.
I keep my hand held out but just stare at the back of his head until he turns around.
He looks at my blank face in confusion, then down at my palm and the two blueberries that sit in the centre of it, then the rest of them on the floor. He looks down at his hand and notices the empty punnet and a slow, sheepish grin spreads over his face.
He tilts the punnet into my palm once again and a single blueberry falls into my palm.
"What the fuck? Did you see a Skinwalker or some shit?" Mac questions in an amused tone, looking at the blueberries on the rock. I thought they only came out at night.
"Don't Skinwalkers only come out at night?" Miles asks, furrowing his brows and picking up a blueberry off the floor.
"Don't fucking eat that," Dallas mutters in disgust as he turns his head to Miles. "And I don't fucking know. I don't want to find out."
Miles drops the blueberry at the same time Finnick gasps. "Oh my god. Is Dallas Thindrel scared of something?"
"Like you wouldn't be scared of a fucking shape-shifting demon thing." He scoffs.
I honestly don't know who wouldn't. That shit's fucking terrifying.
"I thought they were a kind of evil witch or something," I say and Finnick agrees.
"I don't know. Whatever they are."
"Well, how can you be scared of it if you don't even know what it really is?" Miles tilts his head, the top corner of his lip pulling a bit as he scrunches his nose in question.
