Stephanie & Xander

Chapter 12

"Hey, have you checked if there's anything we forgot?" Xander asks as she positions herself on the bike, turning the engine on.

"You know you're too cocky for someone who kicked me out of the bed." I roll my eyes.

"I did kick you but you fell down because you're incompetent."

"Incompetent? Even in sleep? We're both sleeping, so there should be ceasefire!"

"You trust me that much? You're such a girl, Stephanie, falling for a handsome person like me." She winks. That's gross! I can't tell whether she wants people to acknowledge her as a girl or not. And, I hate what the fucking hell that wink means, is she hitting on a girl or is she hitting on a guy? I don't even know what gender I am for her.

"There's no point arguing with an idiot like you. I know I'll never win." I just sit behind her, whatever. She's grinning like an idiot. I bet she's counting this as her win.

I didn't talk with her for the entire ride. I don't know that it's possible to be annoyed to someone to the extent that everything she does is actually making my blood boil. Like, she always looks like she's trying to be cool, to be manlier than she already is. I don't know if she's trying to piss me off by hinting me or if she's always like that. I almost couldn't remember how I found her cool before. She's seriously pissing me off right now.

When she hands over the cash for the gasoline, her hand is in her pocket. She doesn't have to! What the hell are you getting in there? Nothing, right? Then, don't fucking do it!

And when she orders a food from the convenient store, her weight is supported by her arm on the counter and her head is a little bit tilted as if she's showing the counter girl her jaw lines. Does she think she can seduce every girl she wants? Is she implying that she can get as much girl in a day as I can in my whole fucking life? Then, fuck her, because I believe that I can seduce more guys in thirty minutes than all she can in her whole fucked-up life. It's not that I want though. That's seriously creepy.

But, she's so damn annoying! And, what's tiring is I have to keep a straight face because that if I show her how annoyed I am, I feel that she'll think she won again. I don't know. This is so confusing. She annoys me way more than Coco ever will.

She hands over some Popsicle to me. It's cookies and cream. I always think that Popsicle should only be fruity but yeah, cookies and cream isn't bad, like not at all, like... way better.

"We're short. You shouldn't have bought this." I say. I wonder if it's a peace offering from when she kicked me out of the bed and she spreads like a high and mighty eagle. I can totally sympathize with the poachers as to why they shoot eagles, because I want to shoot this man-woman right now. Screw the law; I have to kill that bastard.

"You seem grumpy since we left the motel. This might cool your head off."

"That's probably poisoned." I look away.

"You tore the package yourself!"

"I don't want it." And, I shove it to her. Her Popsicle and mine are both dripping and she licks them both. I don't know. It's so satisfying but she did nothing wrong. She's to be blamed, a little, but not as much to deserve this kind of treatment. I want to say sorry but my pride doesn't let me do so.

She gobbles the Popsicles up and she licks her fingers before pouring alcohol excessively as if they're water. It's kind of surprising how she's actually pretty clean. And I thought being barbaric is all she was.

She bought a piece of banana. She should look out for how much she spends every time we stop over. I don't want to die of hunger. That's... that's just so sad.