Chapter 11 • Kill Lists and Tiny Fists

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I won't
Let you close enough to hurt me
No I won't
Ask you, you to just desert me
I can't give you...
The heart you think you gave me
It's time to say goodbye
To turning tables
To turning tables
Turning tables yeah
Da da da dum, da da da dummmm....

Suddenly, I heard clapping. I turned to see Dylan standing there in my door frame.

CRACKLES, CRACKLES, CRACKLES THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING!!!!!

"Beautiful." Dylan clapped

"Out!" I practically shouted at him in embarrassment.

"Why? That was perfect, you know a 'thank you' would be amazing." Dylan pouted

"Really? A 'leave my house' would also be fantastic, beyond incredible and just lovely." I snapped at him.

"No, no, no, you don't have to take it that far. But you can't blame me, the door was open." Dylan widened his eyes

"Seems like I do. First you make a huge mess in my kitchen and then you invade my privacy." I shook my head

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry." Dylan pleaded

"The word 'sorry' won't erase what you've done." I spoke truthfully. "And plus, I was being nice by letting all of you stay here, looks like y'all have to leave. Oh and if any of the others find out about this, consider yourself in your casket."

"What about I make it up to you?" Dylan tried to make a plan

"No."

"But-"

"No."

"Plea-"

"No."

"What ab-"

"No."

"Why-"

"Do you not understand what I'm trying to tell you? Is your skull that thick?"

"Ouch." He put a hand over his heart

"That was the point."

"Are you serious? Do we really have to go?"

"Do I look like I'm laughing?"

"Can't we try something, like a deal?"

"Sorry, the last time I remember making a deal, my kitchen and privacy were both violated."

"Why do you not want us to be friends?" He took a step into my bedroom.

"For the sake of watermelons, just get out already!"

"No, I want to know. I won't leave until you tell me."

"I don't want friends simply because I don't want them, there. Does that make you feel better about yourself?"

He kept on creeping closer to me until he got to the other edge of the bed where I wasn't sitting. He was trying to use his height to intimidate me, I won't lie, it did a little. But this girl isn't backing down that easy.

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