She hated him. She hated him more than she ever thought possible. He was a kook- her natural born enemy.
He didn't hate her at all. Not one bit. It couldn't have been farther from the truth. Did she know that? No- and she never would.
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"You and I...
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Kori removed her knife from the pocket of her joggers, blade pushing out for a second time. All of the boys were sitting on the sand, eyes pinned on her. She was the one with the knife, after all.
"I still don't get why you're having Sarah braid your hair now. I didn't watch all those videos for nothing." John B pointed out.
The blonde reached up, swiping her french braid off of her shoulder. "Well, JB, no offense, but Sarah is much better at braiding than you. I just took your skills because it was all I had."
John B scoffed, throwing his hand up. "Kor, when someone says 'no offense,' it means you're gonna take offense. And I just took offense. Like, a lot."
"Oh grow up. You're just mad because your wife's better at doing hair than you."
John B shut up at that. Logan, Pope, JJ, Kie, Cleo, and Sarah on the other hand, died of laughter.
"Blondie got you, John B." Cleo mused, letting out another fit of laughter.
"Fine. Whatever. Just don't screw up my hair. Please, Kori." He pleaded.
"Oh, get a grip. It's just hair." Kori pointed out, lifting her knife to his head. "Plus, it'll grow back if it ends up looking like—"
"Okay, that's it. I'm done. I'm done. I'm not—"
"Would you stop?" Kori ordered, grabbing his head and forcing it back to where it'd been as she lifted the blade again. "I've cut your hair before."
"Oh so you're a professional?" Logan asked, leaning back on his palms.
"You know, just because she's fifteen months—"
"JOHN B." Kori warned, yanking on a strand of his hair.
"Right. Sorry. Sorry. You've got the knife. Sorry."
"Wait, can someone explain that to me again? I still don't get it." Logan admitted.
"Well, Kori, baby, is fifteen months younger than me, which—"
"Means nothing. Literally nothing." Kori interrupted, cutting off JJ. "They just like to tease me and give me soda instead of beer or do other stupid shit."
"It's a little joke, which she hates." Kie added, letting out a laugh. "It's pretty funny though."
"Not really."
"Yeah, I still don't get it." Logan agreed, shrugging his shoulders. "I mean, I'm fourteen months younger than Sarah and it's never been a thing."
"Thank you!" Kori breathed out.
"Well, you know what that means, Kare-Bear?" Pope voiced. "You are officially the baby."
