Looking After the Harrison Boys {Old version!}

LATHB : Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fourteen

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Glancing at the bags of groceries sitting in front of me, I grimaced, lips in a tight thin line, and felt like shooting myself in the foot if not possibly in the head as well.

Was I at La La Land during those last few moments? Was I processing his words as a foreign language?

No, you’re stupidity got the best of you. Duh.

Disappointed with myself, I roughly grabbed one of the bags and started taking the things out but didn’t bother myself to see what they were because I was just too upset and angry.

You know, I wouldn’t be in this mess if it weren’t for him and his stupid mouth and his ridiculous suggestion for me to cook.

A sizzling anger bubbled inside me and I suddenly had the urge to grab something and pull it apart, rip it into many pieces until there was nothing but dust left.

I was that angry.

Seriously, what is his problem? Why is he always out to get me? I don’t get it!

Oh gosh, I want to kill him so bad right now. I seriously want to see his face crumble and his body fall to the ground, begging me for mercy, forgiveness.

Ha, wouldn’t that be awesome to see? It’ll be like watching a Tom Cruise movie all over aga–

“Woah, someone’s looking a little bloated.”

I stopped thinking and felt everything around me freeze. When will this guy give it a rest and leave me alone?

“And let me guess, you’re jealous? Aww, how cute.” I plastered a fake smile and placed down whatever I was holding on the counter, resting my hands flat on the surface, eyes locking with his.

“Oh yeah, I totally am.” Zane sarcastically replied, his tone dead and flat. He shuffled into the kitchen and grabbed what looked like magazines from a table. “Looks like you’re not progressing that much with the – woah!” He swiftly dodged the capsicum I threw at him and stepped to the side, giving me a ‘what the hell’ look.  

“Sorry, my hand,” rose my hand up and wriggled my fingers, “slipped.”

He glanced down at the red capsicum, stared at it for a few seconds and then back at me with a glary expression. “You should get yourself checked up, you know? I mean you’re having these random spasms and it’s starting to worry me a lot.” He went down and picked the capsicum up. “But then again, maybe that’s just,” he looked up and amusingly smirked at me, “you.” 

Soon as those words flowed out of his mouth, that’s when it snapped.

Or should say; that’s when I snapped.

I picked up the next thing that was near my hand and threw it at him, which he, once again, dodged.

What is he, a vampire or something?

“You’re a real jackass, you know that? A real bitchy one, might I add,” And quickly picked another thing up, not caring what it was and threw it at him, firing all my anger into the object. “I hope you magically slip into a dark hole and have those stinking maggots eat you alive!” I shouted at him and stomped off, mad as a raging bull.

That low-life son of a cow.

Far out!

“Amelia, where you going?”