"I don't understand why you always have to be such a bitch." He grits his teeth at me, looking me right in the eye. "I was only asking because I don't want to argue with you, but you honestly leave me no choice. Do you like getting under my skin?" He leans closer, and I hold back a breathe.
I'm katarina. My entire life I've had to put up with the one and only Wesley benson. Infuriating, annoying, crude, a jerk, pretty much everything that describes the most annoying thing to set foot on this earth. I don't understand what his problem is, but I don't mind because I always have something to say back to him. He's funny if he thinks he can have the last word.
What will happen to these stubborn two? will they fall in love, or have they always been in love? Fights, tears, laughter, love, pain, anger, passion.. any emotion, you name it.
"You're just too much fun to mess with," he jokes, his smile transforming into a glowing smirk.
My cheeks heat, but this time with anger. My tolerance has worn completely thin.
"Would you let me go?" I ask spitefully. I feel like a broken record.
He pushes off of the desk and takes a step back. Before I even realize what I'm doing, I slap him square across the cheek. Shock is plastered on his face, and I'm sure it is on mine too. I stand there in awe of what I just did. It was so sudden I'm not even sure I decided to do it but rather my indignation controlling me.
Steadily, Damon's face morphs from shocked to entertained. I immediately regret my action, but I'm not completely stupid; I race for the door like there's no tomorrow.
"You'll regret that!" I hear Damon yell as I'm running away.
~Sugar, spice, and everything nice~ A story about drama, sarcasm, love, and twists, with a little bad boy guilty pleasure mixed in between.