“This isn’t funny!” I snap. And then I glare at Kaleb, now able to finally find my goddamn voice. “What the hell is the matter with you? Huh?” “Just cut him some slack,” Noah says. “He’s always starving when he comes back from being in the woods this long.” “Then eat!” “That’s what he was doing,” Noah shoots back, glancing at me. Eating. Eating me. Oh, you’re fucking clever, aren’t you? Assholes.
NO FUCK HIM AND FUCK YOU TOO LIKE WHAT KIND OF HELLO WAS THAT
