The Biker's Rules
I did that all by myself.
“Cheer up. It’s not a death sentence.”
“No, it’s much, much worse. You don’t have an annoying stalker, or annoyingly protective brothers, and an even more annoying brother’s friend, who annoys you. And you didn’t say goofy stuff to that same annoying ass because he’s so annoyingly sexy, and now he’s going to be even more annoying.” I squint my eyes trying to count how many times I’ve said the word ‘annoying’, but it still doesn’t seem enough.