I sighed. It was awful. He was so confusing. "So, I click this..?" I said, crossing my eyebrows.
"No, you flippin' retard," Dennis replied back. "You click THAT," He said.
"What is THAT supposed to be?" I asked.
"Kill yourself," Dennis blinked.
I smiled, "Did I ever tell you how much I hate you? Did I ever tell you how much I like you? Did I ever tell you that you don't offend me? You DEFEND me."
Dennis blinked over and over again, "What?"
I rolled my eyes. I clicked the computer mouse a gazillion times for no apparent reason.
YOU ARE READING
Defended
RandomIt's just her. She's on her own. Why is she hated? Maybe she isn't. She just doesn't know.. yet.
