Chapter 33

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Chapter 33

Kailah's POV

"No way!" I whined, stomping my foot indignantly.

"Yes way!" Kim answered back, shoving an abomination towards me.

"And anyway, it's not that bad." She quipped.

"Yeah right. And I have balls hanging in between my legs." I muttered sarcastically.

"Gross Purps! And You're just being a drama queen. As always." She added, rolling her eyes apparently at my drama queen-ness.

"Kim." I stated firmly, my voice lacing with complete defiance. To make it more final, I raised to my full height of 5'8", trying to be intimidating.

"Kailah." My best friend replied with the same seriousness, copying my intimidation trying to be nose to nose with me but hillariously reaching my chest.

My mouth twitched.

"You do know you seriously look funny right now?" I queried, smirking.

"I wasn't going for that effect but I guess my foot will do the job." She shot back nonchallantly, shrugging.

"Really think that would work on me?" I lied, trying to keep the fear out of my voice because best friend or not, she's the devil reincarnated.

She cocked an eyebrow, clearly amused at my futile attempts of stopping her plan and obviously not eating my lie.

We stared at each other and I was getting more and more frustrated by the second.

She can't seriously think I'd cave right? I mentally snickered, I guess she'd have to think again.

No way am I submitting! I'm freaking Kailah Venice Lenon! No one can tell me what I can and can't do.

I stared hard at her. . . .

and huffed out loud, snatching the cursed material out of her hand.

I turned around, heading towards the bathroom with heavy thuds but not before shooting my evil best friend one hard glare to which she returned with a cocky grin.

She got me wearing a slutty dress slash kid's shirt, she talked me into pursuing Ian, so it's no freaking surprise that she, yet again, got things her way.

Isn't that just great?

Just freaking great.

Ian's POV

"About time, yeah? It is summer afterall." Garet chirps as he fills a red drawstring back pack with stuffs and I catch a glimpse of a black rayban.

I furrow my brows and answered a yeah.

Thought he had bad eyesight? I voiced my thoughts out, earning a smirk from him.

"I have like perfect vision, dude. These frames are just something to help keep a low prof. And it works like magic." He answers with a chuckle.

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