He just stared at her for a minute before stepping too close and invading personal space. Tilting his head to the side, Augustus glared at the girl. It was quick, the way he flicked her forehead harshly and took some of her hair in his hand. “Pardon? What’d you call me, sweetheart?”
» ⊰ ☠ ⊱ → "What the hell? Let go of my hair, you dick!" El exclaimed, swiping at his hands. If looks could kill, the boy would be dead by now.














