Recap: "Who are you calling a b**ch?" Ajax's voice suddenly thunders loudly.
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"Ajax, stay out of this. Just stay out of this. Okay?" I leer.
"What? So now I'm the bad guy? You guys are arguing like the world's going to f**king end and you want me to stop. Are you f**king crazy Alice? I try to do you a favor and you tell me to shut up and miss out on all the fun? H*ll no." Ajax eyes me like I'm a little girl who wouldn't stop crying because someone had taken my candy.
"Yes, yes you are the bad guy. I don't need you getting involved so if you really want to do me a favor, do it for all of us. Stay out of this. It's not your business and neither will it ever be. So just stay out of it. Okay?" I shouted.
"No. No, I won't stay out of this! I stick up for you and this is the type of 'thank you' I get? What did you think? I was born yesterday? Well, let me give you a news flash honey. I wasn't born yesterday so you can stop acting like I was." Ajax scowls at me.
"Yeah? And what did you think this was? 9/11? Well, let me give you a news flash honey. It's not. So go away. No need to scream." I screamed.
"Me? Scream? Well, well, well, look who's screaming now. You are." Ajax faked mocking me and I scoffed.
"You're kidding right? You're kidding. Yeah, you're kidding. I mean, you are kidding right? Please tell me that I'm correct." I stammered nervously because I was clearly having some issues.
"I'm not kidding. You either let me help you or I help them."
"Fine you can help me. On one condition."
"And what is that, m'lady?" Ajax bends down a bit, and takes my hand in his as if he was a Prnce Charming and I was Cinderella.
I blushed a light pink. "You clean my room for a year, you make my bed every day for two years, don't call me any names except for Alice, and do anything I want you to do. Now, if you can help me extra good in this, I might be tempted to shorten your lenience. Sound good?" I smirked.
"Consider it done Alice." Ajax steps back a little bit and then turns to Tessa who is standing right next to Jackson with their arms folded, eyebrows raised, and a smug smile tugged on their lips.
I don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing.
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UPDATED FINALLY! HELLO GUYS, I'M CURRENTLY HIGH ON SUGAR AT 9:30 P.M.
(P.S. I MIGHT DO A 9/11 TRIBUTE TOMORROW SO WAIT FOR IT GUYS!)
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