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“Is that your own opinion of yourself, or going off of what I’ve said?” I ask.
“Both.”
“So you don’t care that you’re selfish? You’re owning that?”
She shrugs.
“It is what it is.”
I roll my eyes and turn back for my door before any unwanted feelings decide to pop up. They’re likely to if she keeps looking at me like that, and if I keep thinking about her stupid note.
Which Ican’tstop doing. I’ve been thinking about it all day.
My phone chooses that moment to vibrate, and I’m not the only one that hears the loud sound against the solid table. It rattles the entire thing.
Great timing, whoever you are.
I go for it without looking over at her. Unfortunately I don’t need to be looking to know that she hasn’t moved, and she’s still standing there watching me. I shouldn’t be surprised, not given the circumstances, but I am. Surely she has better things to be doing right now.
“Poison, huh? Researching ways to get rid of me?”
I hit the pause button on the video she’s referencing and press my lips into a thin line.
“I think you’re more likely to be a killer between the two of us.”
“I don’t think so,” she says thoughtfully. “It’s usually the charming ones, isn’t it?”
“Are you admitting to thinking I’m charming?” I ask with a roll of my eyes.
Warmth floods me, and I don’t know if it’s in fear or subconscious excitement that she walks over and sits down in that chair across from me. Thatdamned chair, I need to get rid of that thing.
“I’m just admitting I’m not.”
My legs have a mind of their own, and they make me sit. I clench my jaw, begging some part of me to have some self respect.
Hello, Reya’s body. Are we listening?
Not an inch of movement, not an ounce of intention to do so.
“What do you want?” I spit with as much venom as I can muster. At least my voice still works the way I want it to.
“You know,” is all she says.
“No thanks,” I reply.
Good, I tell myself.Keep that up.
She sticks her bottom lip out in a mocking little pout.
“That’s no fun.”
“Seeing you never is.”
“I bet you want to believe that,” she says.
“I do believe that! You think I enjoy your bad attitude, and being manipulated into some weird enemies-with-benefits situation?” I shout, and hope our neighbors still have that same deafness that comes in so handy with this woman’s late night concerts.
Her face falls, losing every bit of teasing. Now she’s angry, and I like that. Angry is something I can handle. It’s so much less complicated.
