“What are you waiting for?” He asked with a cheeky grin.
“I'm waiting for you to leave!” I answered looking at the clock on the wall.
Oh my days was he pissing me off. I clenched my fists.
“Look at the time! It's 2:30 and I have school tomorrow.” I screamed in his face waving my hands everywhere. He didn't seem to understand because he just sat their with his feet on my coffee table and his arms spread over the sofa.
“Scrambled eggs never killed anyone,” He tried his luck.
I rolled my eyes at his tone. He was unbelievable.
“Absolutley not-” I began until he pulled out a gun.
I stepped back thinking of a way to get out of the apartment. He looked up at me and laughed placing the gun on the coffee table.
“Don't worry I wont kill you for eggs.”
He wouldn't kill me for eggs, but he'd do it for anything else? Is that what he meant.
“I can't go anywhere, it's 2:30 in the morning!” He screamed mimicking me. “And if you don't want to cook dinner for me, then I will just have to sleep hungry.” He laid on the sofa and closed his eyes.
“FINE!” I yelled and marched to my room.
“AND IF YOU WANT TO DRAG ME TO YOUR ROOM, LEAVE MY SHIRT ON. I ASSURE YOU, I WEIGHT THE SAME WITH IT ON AND OFF!” He screamed after me as I slammed and locked my door shut.
Jackass.
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Remembering Raimondo (Complete)
Chick-LitInstead my attention was focused on who I saw seated in the restaurant. His eyes were on the screen in the corner of the room. I knew that because my gaze used to be directed in that direction while I mopped the floors at night. Without warning, he...
