"Michael, I swear the next time you touch my Nutella, I won't hesitate to put my foot up your ass." I yell to my bestie—about to be ex-bestie.
"I only got a spoonful," he says with his head poked around the corner. I turn around and grab a fork to throw at him.
"A spoonful is too much." He ducks to quick and the fork misses his eye by an inch.
"Damm Kara, You could've put my eye out." He freezes realizing what he has said. "Oh shit, I'm sor—!" He stops short seeing the crazed look in my eye.
"What did I say about calling me that name?" He slowly backs up with his hands out as I stalk forward towards him.
"Now K, you know you don't want to kill me." I stop and an evil smirk forms on my face. "Are you sure about that."
His eyes widen and before he can scream.
I lunge...but I get two steps before an arm comes around my waist and pulls me back against a hard chest. I already know who it is.
"What did poor Mikey do now, hmm?" I turn and press my face into his chest. "He ate some of my Nutella, Jakey."
His chest rumbles and I know he's laughing at me.
"Mikey do I need to beat your ass. How many times do I have to tell you, don't touch K's Nutella."
I turn back around and stick my tongue out at Mikey. Childish I know.
Mikey opens his mouth ready to protest his innocence, but Jake cuts him off.
"Nope, don't say anything, you're gonna go to the store and buy her a new jar of Nutella as a matter of fact get the biggest jar."
"But I...I'm broke!" He complains.
"You better go rob a bank then." Jake says chuckling. I give Mikey my biggest smile, "I promise if you do this for me I won't throw another fork at you." Now for the puppy dog eyes.
After a good 45 second standoff he gives in and grabs his keys. Jake and I high five after he's out the door.
"Thanks my partner in crime, we make a great team." I say heading back into the kitchen. "You're damn skippy."
"Anyway, what are you doing here I thought you had business tech at 8." I put him a Nutella sandwich on a plate and some chocolate milk and pass it to him. I grab my sandwich as well.
"Promise me you won't tell anyone." I hear the seriousness in his voice. It makes me put down my sandwich and you know if I put down some Nutella it's pretty important.
"What's going on." I turn towards him.
"Shit! K, I did something terrible."
Oh shit he murdered somebody and now he wants me to help hide the body. We aren't that smart, so someone will forget the gloves and our fingerprints will be on it and I will have to take the fall because DNA does not lie and Jacob's daddy is rich, so he can just buy his way out.
"K, did you hear what I said?" I was so wrapped up in my head I wasn't paying attention.
"No I'm sorry say it again please." He gives an exasperated sigh.
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My Bodyguard Hates Me
General Fiction"So when are we getting to this so-called 'safe' place." I ask his stone faced ass. I'm just trying to get a little conversation going. It is to quiet. The only thing I hear is the car engine and our- well my breathing. His quiet ass. I mean he w...
