LAYFROMPLUTO
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- Parts 8
We both look at eachother. I have a death glare. She looks in confusion. she's trying to read me. I hate when she does this I always feel all jittery.
"Stop looking at me like that, bastard" I say with a bite sitting down on my front porch step
She smirked
"Why do you hate me so much, grande?"
"Because you're a ,dumbass"
"Is that really why you hate me?" She asks
No. I'm in love with you.
But I'll never admit that