“Fuck you, kid.” “Fuck me?” I grumbled, feeling just as outraged. “Fuck you, fucker.” “Wow.” Joey arched a brow. “Is that the best you’ve got?” “Not even close, fucker.” I narrowed my eyes. “Do you want to hear some more, fucker?” He continued to glare at me for several seconds before his lips twitched. “Jesus.” Releasing a growl, he shook his head and looked away, while muttering, “Where did my sister find you?” I kept my frown in place when he unzipped his schoolbag and shoved the carrier bag inside, but on the inside, I was smiling. And I think he was, too.
I love them so much
