"Ugh, why can't you just leave me alone?" I asked, feeling my anger rise. My fists were clenched at my sides, as I glared at him. He smirked, walking closer until there was no space between us,
"I can't leave you alone. Because, I like bothering you. Am I bothering you? When I lean in close like this?" His hot breath fanned my face as he leaned in close, "If you have a problem with that, you can leave." I clenched my teeth, as he just stood there, smirking.
"As beautiful and tempting as that offer sounds, you know I can't leave. There's a storm outside. A dangerous one. The weather man said to stay inside. We're trapped in here, until the storm ends."
Zoe would do anything to get out of the house. If it meant she could get away from her pretending step-mother, then she would do it in a heartbeat. Even if it involves being in the same house as her worst enemy.
Whatcha think? Like it? Hate it? Remember if you steal my future stories, I will feed you to the hounds. Bye, my little pickles.
