I sat on my bed, laptop on my lap going over changes to a chapter I was writing when I heard the Merc with a mouth before he said anything.
"Wade, leave me alone," I say, trying to concentrate.
"I haven't even said anything," Wade says.
"Look, I added you to my preference book, alright? Now quit bugging me," I hiss.
"But, Angel, I just have to talk to you. I've got so many ideas for your preference book," Wade whines.
"Remember the first time you bugged me? Remember what I threw at you," I ask, aggravated.
Wade sees one of my lamps missing.
"Uh, I uh," he says.
I grab a cowboy boot from the floor.
"You have til the count of three to get out of my room or I'm yelling for my brother Derek," I say, setting my laptop down.
"C'mon, Ang, please let me help," Wade whines.
"Uno," I say, gripping the boot.
Wade looks at me.
"Dos.".
Wade still looks at me, then he gets the memo.
"Fine, I'm going, but don't come crying to me when you run out of ideas," Wade sarcastically says.
I throw the boot and hit him in the head.
"Til next time, Angel," he says.
Gods, I hate him sometimes.
