Maggie Norris and Luke Vaudest come with attitudes of stone-cold, rude, sarcastic snakes. Every single time the pair have clashed, it has never ended up being a good thing. The two are more than fine with never crossing paths, again.
Until Maggie d...
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"Childhood should be carefree, playing in the sun; not living a nightmare in the darkness of the soul." – Dave Pelzer
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Chapter 14 <—————————————>
Maggie
I passed a side-glance away from the wall. "I have a question."
Luke chuckled to himself, shaking his head. "Not sure where you got the idea that I care to hear it."
I rolled my eyes, but continued on, anyway. "Have you ever painted before?" So far, he was proving the question to be a no.
He scowled, glaring down at the can of paint that he was currently holding like a football. "Quit acting like you're an expert, or some shit."
I snorted, stirring the can. "You didn't even know to prime the walls."
He ran a hand through his hair. "If I wouldn't have wanted to see you suffer so badly, I would have paid someone else to do it."
I rolled my eyes, instead focusing on the paint. I heard my phone buzz from across the room a couple of times, but I hadn't paid any attention to it. I didn't have time to.
When we got here, Luke had already moved what little furniture there was to the middle of the rooms. He'd bought the cans of paint, but that was nearly it. We had to go all the way back into town to pick up painters tape, primer, and a million other things that he didn't get.
My lips pulled into a smirk at the reminder. "I can't believe you thought to use a kid's paintbrush instead of a roller for a wall."
"How the hell was I supposed to know?" he shrugged, pulling the lid from the can. "Paint-brush. Paint. Painting walls. You see the correlation?"
I waved the small paintbrush at him. "I see the stupidity."
He yanked it from my hand. "Say another word, Norris. I dare you."
"No need to dare," I snorted. "I'll talk shit on my own, trust—"
Before I had time to process, he had marked me. The paint was cool, and wet on my nose, and I was surely marked blue by it. Luke stared at me with a smirk.
Anger rushed under my skin before I swiped at it with the back of my hand. Without thinking twice about it, I pulled up another paintbrush from my side. Before Luke could escape, I had marked his chin with the gray paint.
He swiped at it, narrowing his eyes at me. "What the hell?!"
I did the same, matching his anger toe to toe. "You started it." In a matter of seconds, he had repeated his actions, instead this time landing me on my jaw.
