nudes? really? (book 3) tucker

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"So, indie, do you have a boyfriend?" Layla asks. Omg she's so fucking annoying.

"No, I do not," I respond, boredly. I was slouching in my seat and playing with my fork. Mom pinches me, "ow," I hiss.

"Comportate," she snaps in Spanish.

Man, I despise layla, she thinks she can tell us what to do. Like no, you're half blood.

"I do," she smiles, "he's taking me to Peru for a week–"

"No one cares," Ethan snaps.

Lila gasps, "Luna teach your kids some manners," she hisses, as if she were a grown ass woman.

Mom looks up at her and glares, "shut the fuck up or leave my house because no one talks like that to me or my kids," she snaps.

I look at her with wide eyes, "dad, I'm leaving," she huffs, getting up and walking away.

"Bye bitch!" I yell, waving.