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“This is the Bray house.” “Looks like Michael Myer’s house.” She laughs lightly, then looks again, a frown taking over her face. “Well shit, it does. I never noticed before.”
Tension lines my stomach. “What are you trying to say?” She eyes me a moment. “Girls like you aren’t exactly welcomed at a place like this, so … keep your head down and look the other way.”
Parentless punks if the rumors they live alone are true, finding their own little tribe in each other. Something worth fighting for.
“Get out of my face,” I hiss. “Get out of my head.”
“You callin’ me a liar?” He steps closer and the hairs on my neck stand. “If the jock strap fits.”
But know something, packman… I may have a vagina, but I’m no pussy.”
He steps forward, eyes narrowing farther by the second. He pulls a bag from his backpack and shoves it in my chest before turning around and storming off. I don’t need to open it to know it’s half of his sprinkle donut.
Not royce :(
“Great.” Royce hits his knees and pulls himself up. He walks over to Maddoc and shoves him on his way out the slider door. “‘Course she likes the grandma suit you picked out.”
“Because I’m not your problem.” “Be my problem.”
“So, feet are nasty.” “Not mine, look at these babies?” He wiggles his toes and I cringe. “You’ve got some big ass feet.” “And a big ass dick.”
“I punched your baby mama, didn’t I?”
His face falls. “Baby, who did this?” he whispers and something inside me thaws. I lean into his touch.
