Teen Drama
I slap at him, stretch out across the table, and he edges back with a grin to avoid my hand.
“Just stating facts. Tyler has a fetish for the school librarian type…. you know, if you tied your hair up, Elisa…” he jests.
“Enough…. That’s just …. oh my god. Why are you this way?” I flick some of my juice at him from my cup and catch that devilish twinkle in his eye. His headache tablets are obviously kicking in and improving his mood. I don’t know which version I prefer.
Hungover, sulking, and quiet, or this jerk with his constant sexual narrative and cheeky rudeness.
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