Without blinking, though, Kaleb picks up the plate of pancakes in the middle of the table, doles out three to Jake, three to Noah, and then pauses only a moment, holding my eyes, before dropping the plate back onto the table, right in front of himself, and taking the rest of the pancakes. Picking up the syrup, he pours it on his stack without leaving any for me. Prick.
You fucking bastard! I would jump his ass right there or pour orange juice all over him and the pancakes
