"I know it is," she replied.
"Then piss off," I said, aggressively.
"No. I'm allowed here," she said.
"Said who?" I asked.
"Um, I'm a resident if this area."
"What!" I practically shouted.
"Forget me, what are you doing here?" she asked as she crossed her arms over her chest.
"I live here, too," I informed her.
"What! Where?" she asked.
I pointed to my house and she looked relieved.
"But I'm moving to that house tomorrow," I said and pointed to a different house that was closer to where we were standing.
She looked like she would faint any second.
"Why? Where do you live?" I asked.
She looked at me once then smirked.
"What's it to you?" she asked.
"I told you where I live so you have to tell me where you live," I said.
"You didn't have to tell me where you live, Eeth," she said.
"Wait! Eeth?" I asked.
"Yeah, can't I call you that?" she batted her long lashes.
"No! That is such a gay nickname," I replied.
"So is E-man."
"E-man is cool. Eeth is...lame."
"Whatever, Eeth," she said.
"Fine, Ad."
"Pfft! Ad? That the best you got?" she scoffed.
"I don't care what you think! And by the way, I'd watch my back if I were you."
"Really? Why?" she asked as she grabbed her towel and walked off.
I followed her.
"'Coz I'm getting you back for what you did and yeah, you're gonna get it bad!" I told her.
"Why do you act like didn't enjoy every second in that hallway?" she asked, referring back to earlier that day when I had her pinned onto the locker.
"I didn't enjoy it! Not at all! You think I actually like having a feud with some 13 year-old?"
"Okay, firstly, I'm 17 and secondly, according to your dick, you had one hell of a time!" she smirked.
CRAP! CRAP! CRAP! She felt it? Shit! Shit! Shit!
*Ebony*
"Okay, firstly, I'm 17 and secondly, according to your dick, you had one hell of a time!" I said and smirked.
He looked taken aback for just a second.
"Don't act like you didn't like it rubbing you."
My mouth dropped open and this time he smirked. Stupid bastard!
"Please. I've had better experiences," I said, which was true.
"As if! Who in their right mind would want to fuck you?" he laughed.
"Your mum!" I retorted then walked away.
He had stopped laughing.
"Nobody talks about my mum like that!" he said.
I turned back around.
"I just did!" I yelled and continued walking towards my house.
I had no idea what happened after that but next thing I knew, I was on the sand with him on top of me. His arms were tightly wrapped around me. Why did all our arguments include him being on top of me?
World War III - Chapter 6
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