I Don't Date Stupid ✓

22: "Fucked Up Family."

^^^KT's mom and step dad played by Bradley Cooper and Kate Hudson who are just so gorgeous!!!!!!!!! (just like all you coffee lovers XD)

"And you're sure?" I ask Damon. He's supposedly driving us to mom's place but I don't believe him. He always comes up with new and exciting ways to prank me I get him back though, obviously.

He lets out an exasperated sigh. "For the last time, yes. I'm not going to prank you on Christmas day!"

"Just checking," I say defensively.

"I'm sure." He draws out. "Did you bring gifts?" He briefly looks at me.

"No, I was just gonna make you say our presents were joint," I tell him. I'm usually good with presents but this Christmas season has had some... different... circumstances.

"What?!" He exclaims, almost crashing the car. "I was gonna do that with you! We don't have anything to bring anyone!"

"Oh shit, Damon! How could you forget to bring gifts?!" I exclaim. I've never been as unprepared as this for a family gathering, not even when I brought my boyfriend home when I was fifteen.

"Fuck, I had a lot going on!" He retaliates then sighs. "But I don't get why you would rely on me out of all of us, Cleo is the reliable one, apparently."

"Apparently!?" I shout on impulse. "She will be more reliable than you even after the day she dies." Ever since we were kids you could always tell if you really needed something, Cleo was the one you could trust and rely on, and nothing has really changed.

"Oh, ouch. That one really stung, Katrina. Like right here." He holds his palm over his heart and mocks hurt.

"And what are you going to do about it?" I ask, raising a brow. Damon is never good at insults and comebacks.

"Insult you back! An eye for an eye and all that, jazz," he grins, keeping his eyes on the road.

"If everyone abided by the rule 'an eye for an eye', the whole world would be blind," I quote from someone I do not know.

"I don't care, you hit me, I hit you back." And this is why Damon gets into fights a lot.

"Alright then, shoot." I don't believe for a second that Damon can get to me. He practically breathes awkwardness when you get to know him.

"Well, I can't just say it," he states as if it's obvious. I look at him weirdly and he eventually clarifies. "You need to say something so I can come back from it."

I roll my eyes at his antics. "Damon, you fuckboy."

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no. You're doing it all wrong! Say something better."

"Umm, okay then. Uh, fuck you?" I say as a question because I have no idea what Damon wants me to do.

"I mean I guess that could work... No! I got it! Could you possibly incorporate the phrase 'fuck me' in your sentence?"

"I suppose," I say unsurely. "Fuck me, you're so dumb?"

"Did you say 'fuck me'?" He asks.

"Yes..." Damon fucking gets on my nerves, I never know where the fuck he's going with any of his jokes. This is why people see him as some 'badboy'. He wears dark clothes, drives a motorcycle, gets into fights and doesn't talk to many people, because if he did people would think he's a fucking basket case.

"Who were you meaning, Jack or Jesse?" He smirks at me.

I let out a laugh and look at him, shocked. "What the fuck?!" I say smiling, "you know we're only friends," I remind him sternly.