"Fuck you!"

We both look at eachother. I have a death glare. She looks in confusion. she's trying to read me. I hate when she does this I always feel all jittery.

"Stop looking at me like that, bastard" I say with a bite sitting down on my front porch step

She smirked

"Why do you hate me so much, grande?"

"Because you're a ,dumbass"

"Is that really why you hate me?" She asks

No. I'm in love with you.

But I'll never admit that