jaidelacroix:
âGuess what, Marine? Yaâ ainât out on the field right, so you can stop pretendinâ that yaâ are this dangerous weapon.â Jai spat, still only seeing rage. âNow, get the fuck away from my beds.âÂ
âI donât need to pretend. I am a dangerous weapon. Wouldnât have made it in the Marines, otherwise.â His lips twitched up into a small, knowing smirk. He knew without a doubt he could render this man useless, but it really wasnât worth it. He wasnât really a man if he was crying over flowers. âYou couldnât catch me in your beds.â Cal laughed to himself, shaking his head as he walked away. âSee ya âround, garden gnome.â











