From the corner of my eye I could see Terrence and Joey visibly sweat. I sipped my coffee, still engaged in a death stare with Charlotte.
"Is this coffee bitter?" Charlotte asked, turning to Joey and Terrence. They each took sips shook their heads in sync.
"No. Must just be you," I snickered.
She turned to me and narrowed her eyes. Ohh I was going to pay for that later. But for now, I was more than content to dish out a few shady insults. It's what I do best.
"Why were you avoiding me?" she hissed, putting her coffee cup down with intense force. The boys flinched. They were scared of angry Charlotte, and if I knew what was good for me, I would be too.
Too bad I don't ever know what's good for me.
"I needed a break," I said calmly, sipping on my coffee.
She raised an eyebrow. "A break from me?"
"No, Einstein, from the mail man. Yes, from you." I rolled my eyes at her.
"Don't roll your eyes at me."
"Who are you, my mother?"
Her stare intensified. I squirmed under it but refused to let her know she was slightly scaring me. She had never been this mad before.
"Joey," she snapped, "come on, we're leaving."
Joey looked up from the cookie tray, almost like a deer caught in headlights. "Wot?" he asked through a mouth fill of cookies. Charlotte raised an eyebrow at him, stiffling a laugh. "We're leaving and your my ride."
"But these cookies-"
"Now."
He jumped up from his seat and pulled out his keys. He gave me a quick hug, much to the annoyance of Charlotte, and then a quick fist bump to Terrence before he slipped out of the room.
"I take it you're staying here?" Charlotte asked, eyes narrowed at Terrence now.
He shook his head and stood up, a small smirk appearing on Charlotte face at this action. I glared at him, my eyes shooting him a look that said 'traitor' over and over again. He visibly gulped and say back down. "I think I'll stay here after all."
She scoffed, rolling her eyes at him, "I see who wears the pants in your relationship."
"I see who wears the moustache in yours," I retorted, "you need to get a lip wax, honey."
She gasped in horror as she covered her lip. "Don't call me." She growled storming out of the house.
"Wouldn't dream of it!" I yelled back, watching as she got into the car and drove off.
I slammed the door and stormed upstairs, heading towards my room. Once I was up there I slammed the door and threw myself onto my bed. "Ughhhhh!" I growled into my pillow, wanting to rip my best friend's hair out.
"Uh, Hayden?" a small knock came at the door and I heard Terrence from the other side. "I know you're mad right now, but uh, your dad wants to show me his gun collection, should I be worried?"
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"Please?"
"No."
"Just a little bit."
"Absolutely not."
"But I want you to," Terrence whined.
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