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"Maddie. Delete the picture!" Her soft voice sounded infuriated before she stopped beside me, provoking my head to whip in her direction.
Nevertheless, my light eyes didn't maintain on her dark ones. Catching her complexion scrunched in outrage, her smooth cheeks looking more pink and glowing than usual, and her small lashes were more coated with mascara than usual. And my older and ridiculous brother surprisingly fell for that. With those two small and thin brains they had, I guess they had something to relate to, and it was their absurdity.
Instead, my light and fierce eyes examined her cynical and strange outfit choice which didn't seem to be a promising selection. A neon green crop top, which showed her flat stomach. Along with a pair of light blue jean shorts, revealing her short legs, and light orange sneakers that were lop top. A sight that belongs in the trashcan. Along with her being in the trashcan, the lid was super glued closed. Never came out, and that would be the first step to freedom. Maybe my ferocious punch to her cheek at the bonfire mashed all of her tissue to her brain and scrambled it. Making her believe this stupid outfit was one of the best determinations she's made in her life. But I don't think she's made one yet. Oh well, blame me for the stupid punch, I'll take the hazardous consequences and the praises for shutting her up and humiliating her in front of the whole teenage-filled island.
"She didn't...look like what I expected." Cleo unexpectedly released to the air, with her thick accent, provoking a dumbfounded gasp to come from one of them, and a little snort fell from my mouth.
Momentarily, I snapped my adorable eyes back towards the angry brunette standing three feet away from me, after finishing mentally ripping her outfit apart. I caught a glimpse of her concentration being stored on me and my face, dismissing Cleo's comment. She was heavily fuming, her sharp jaw clenched her thin and button nose flaring. Tounge poked against her cheek, provoking a small imprint. She was off of it. Nonetheless, seeing her this way didn't terrify me one bit, just made me want to laugh at her face.
"It's about to go down." Big John started to instigate with his creaky voice before I found him taking a long drag of his canned cool beer that sat in his thick hand.
"Delete the photo, Madalyn," Mikayla ordered me, making my thick eyebrows raise, while she gritted with her pearly teeth.
"Oh hi, Mikayla!" I suddenly let out with excitement, which was something possibly nobody expected at this tense moment. However, if I showed no respect for this sensitive topic, and if I wasn't budging to delete it, she was going to crack and it would make my day. Now she will comprehend the disgusted feeling I almost felt in my annoyed body for years. She always drove me to the end of the cliff of bitterness, but now I was going to throw her off of it.
