Seth glanced back over his shoulder at the door. “Alex, you’re starting to worry me. Insult me… or something.
Jennifer L. ArmentroutYou do realize I love a challenge?
Jennifer L. ArmentroutWhat can I say? I cleaned up nicely
Jennifer L. ArmentroutTag: alexandria
You look like you're twelve. No. Maybe thirteen, but my sister has this doll that kinda reminds me of you. All big-eyed and vacant.
Jennifer L. ArmentroutTag: daemon
The day my internet was hooked up was better than having a hot guy check out my butt and ask for my phone number.
Jennifer L. ArmentroutTag: katy
There’s nothing like a bunch of catty teenagers who could either kick your ass halfway across the country or set you on fire with a mere thought. That alone changed who people picked fights with or became friends with. And at the end of the day, it was always good to have a firestarter in your back pocket.
Jennifer L. ArmentroutDaemon pressed his forehead against mine. "Oh, I still want to strangle you. But I'm insane. You're crazy. Maybe that's why. We just make crazy together.
Jennifer L. ArmentroutI hate you and your freaky alien powers.
Jennifer L. ArmentroutMy palms itched to have a close encounter of the bitch-slap kind with his face.
Jennifer L. ArmentroutThanks,” I muttered and added under my breath, “Douchebag.”
He laughed, deep and throaty. “Now that’s not very ladylike, Kittycat.”
I whipped around. “Don’t ever call me that,” I snapped.
“It’s better than calling someone a douchebag, isn’t it?” He pushed out the door. “This has been a stimulating visit. I’ll cherish it for a long time to come.”
Okay. That was it. “You know, you’re right. How wrong of me to call you a douchebag. Because a douchebag is too nice of a word for you,” I said, smiling sweetly. “You’re a dickhead.”
“A dickhead?” he repeated. “How charming.”
I flipped him off.
Tag: humorous
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