{Kyle groaned and moved to cover his face, knowing she was right, despite whatever messed up metaphor they’d somehow stumbled into.} I don’t like you.
I still say she’s going to kill me before I get within twenty feet of her.
Shut up. You love me.
I say that you need to give her more credit than that, considering she hasn't killed you yet. And don't think that she couldn't because out of the three of us, she'd get away with it too.








