The Oddest Pair
His eyes darkened as he stared at me, the corner of his mouth lifting up in an ugly snarl. "Who do you think you are, fatty?" He growled out and I swallowed.
"Janette?" I joked, pushing myself closer to the wall as he cornered me and trapped me by placing both his arms next to my head, leaving me caged against him.
"You're funny," he muttered sarcastically, and I nodded, gulping as his eyes narrowed. I was pissing him off. Well, he's already pissed so why not just make him even angrier?
"I try," I said, shrugging and he growled, making me understand that I really was in a tight situation.
"You can't keep joking around, Janette, you know why I'm here and why you're here." He said, his voice going down an octave to threaten me.
"I came here for a McDouble, I don't know about you but I'm really craving some chicken nuggets right now." I whispered and suddenly his gun was pressed against my thigh.
What happens when you mix a psychopath and an extremely hot male specimen with a wicked sense of humor?
The Oddest Pair.
Janette is just a fat girl who possibly believed she would be stuck in the same old city for the rest of her already miserable life.
That was until the unmistakable, extremely attractive Dylan came and turned her boring, plain life into a chaos she can not help but enjoy.
Fuck the police when you could be friends with an assassin.