[s c h o o l of 2 0 0 5 series book 1]
❝Bite me!❞
❝I did. Thrice, remember?❞
♡♡♡♡♡
What do spray paint, playboy magazines, and quiz tests have in common?
Trust Natasha Glazer and Blaze Warner to know the answer to that question.
The boardi...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
The air around us was thick with moisture and the scent of earth and dry grass lingered as an aftertaste, when I took deep breaths while running after Blaze.
It was already way to dark in the stable to make anything out and Blaze's frantic pacing across the stable ground only made it difficult to catch him.
"Stop it! Stop!...damn it stop Glazer" Blaze swatted my hands away in irritation but I still kept going at it.
I was not going to leave it easily. The fucker had been taunting me and biting me from past half an hour. Now that I had my eyes set at it I was not going to rest easy until I killed the blood sucker.
"Glazer!"
"Shhh....don't move...I got it" I hissed at him, eyeing the fat ass mosquito that was hovering above Blaze's head. Teasing me to catch it if I could and Blaze wasn't exactly making it easy, which was slowly pushing me towards my angry point.
He constantly kept jumping away from one place to another, repeatedly swatting my hands away.
Yet, with enough determination and strong will, I finally got the mosquito where I wanted it to be. Right in front of my eyes and sitting still on Blaze's neck. Sucking his blood too.
Before Blaze could move and let my blood sucker free again, I slapped his neck, squashing the mosquito on his neck.
My hand smacking on his neck, had resonated a loud sound, that echoed through the empty stable. Filling the silent air with a booming hiss.
Dumbstruck by my slap, Blaze just stood still as a statue in his place shooting me all sorts of angry glares. Paying no heed to him or his glares though, I busied myself with whipping my hands in a pile of hay.
After the sweet silence that lasted for about two seconds, Blaze let out a string of curses and started pacing back and forth. Literally stomping the ground in rage.
He suddenly stopped, turned around and pointed an accusing finger at me, "I hate you!"
"Why? I am lovely."
Running an agitated hand through his hair, he let out a dramatic sigh and looked up at the ceiling with blank eyes.
"Lord give me patience or an untraceable handgun"
"Like you would have the guts to pull a trigger" I scoffed.
"I would, if you push me enough" he crossed his hands, facing me.
"Nah! Not even then. Besides that blood sucker left big red swollen spots all over my left arm! It had to die!" I jabbed my left arm in his face, so he could see the evidences of the gruesome act that the mosquito committed by his own eyes.
