It was official my heart had been played with, again.
But this time I wasn't going to mope around complaining, this time I was going to be strong.
I was capable of that.
Elliot had pushed too far, and that was not OK with me. So now here we were sitting in the kitchen glaring at each other.
I narrowed my eyes at Elliot as he put his middle finger up at me, while smirking like an idiot.
I leaned over and slapped his hand away, suddenly becoming agro.
"What's wrong Clara Bear?, you've been angry at me ever since I had you up against the kitchen wall. So tell me what has gotten your knickers in a twist."
Elliot said while snickering to himself.
I growled angrily, kicking him under the table, hard might I add.
"Offff, What was that for?" Elliot asked clearly groaning in pain.
"That's for being an asshole, and just so you know my knickers aren't in a twist, they are perfectly fine." I said raising my head up high.
Elliot chuckled menacingly as he stood up from the table.
"Babe, you are so gonna regret doing that." He all but growled.
As soon as those words left his lips my instinct kicked in. I kicked back my chair, and ran out of the kitchen, heading for my room upstairs.
As I made my way upstairs I heard Elliot's footsteps pelt up behind me. I giggled lightly.
Shit! This is not funny, I'm supposed to be mad at him, and now, Now! I'm giggling, what the heck is wrong with me?
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My Brothers Best Mate
Novela Juvenil(Currently Writing) Clara Fitzgerald is 17 years old, she is shy, yet an independent women. Clara's days consists of reading Shakespeare and squad swimming, when she is not doing these things, she's studying and preparing herself for college. Ellio...
