Day 100
"Max irritates the hell out of me. I could kill him." I tell Eddy.
He just laughs at my misery.
"Hey! There is nothing to laugh. He just annoys me." I whine and glare at him.
"What did he do now?" He asks, his WYES shining with amusement.
Now that I think about it, I can't remember why exactly am I annoyed with him.
"He... um... he did something that annoyed me?" I say, still unsure.
Eddy laughs again.
"Why do you both keep fighting?" He inquires, a smile smile graced his face.
"I don't, he starts it." I say, sounding like a kid.
"Who starts what?" I hear a deep voice.
Max.
Great timing!
"You start fighting."
"I do not. You do." He says huffing
"You do." I say in a singsong voice.
"Don't" He denies anagin
"Do"
"No"
"Yes"
"No"
"Go to hell Max. I don't want to fight right now." I say,now frustrated.
"Well I don't have a place to go then because you make my life a living hell."
"My Grandma has a better reply than that."
"Good, I am not your grandma; god knows how she handles a spoilt brat like you."
"Me? Spoiled? Look who's talking. If I am spoiled then what does that make you?"
"That makes me better then you."
I scoff.
"Sure, in your wildest dreams."
"My wildest dreams aren't about you. They are about porn stars."
Ok ew
"I didn't need to know that"
"Why? Jealous..."
"Why would I be jealous?"
"I don't know, you tell me."
"I am not jealous get over yourself."
"EMMY! MAX!" I turn around to see our English teacher with folded arms.
"If you both are done, Can I start teaching?"
I blush, glare at Max and sit down while he goes to his seat.
I'll get back to him for that later.
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"Look I don't know what's your problem with me but I swear to god stop irritating the shit out of me." I hiss.
Max look least baffled.
"I don't irritate you. You are just easy to annoy."
"That's the same thing." I deadplan.
"Is not."
"Ok listen, I am not here to fight....."
"Right....." He interrupts
"But the next time you do something to irritate me, I'll chop your balls and feed them to crows."
He doesn't say anything for sometime.
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