The Haunting

"A ghost," I said, my voice dripping with disapproval. "I'm talking to a teenage boy-ghost." I didn't like where the conversation was going.

"An extremely attractive teenage boy-ghost. You forgot the most important adjectives." He winked at me. It's like I could feel it travel through my body.

"Whether you're attractive or not is probably the least of your worries," I said with a smile, crossing my arms. I was happy with my retort.

Walker took a seat in the plush red chair across from me, much to my shock. "Honey," he said, as he plopped down into the chair. "Attractiveness is all the rave once you come back. You should see the lady chicas once they've returned." I'm not positive, but I'm pretty sure he mouthed "So much skinnier," as he gestured to his stomach.

I only knew the idiot for twenty minutes and I wanted to kill him again.