The Wrong Way to Rock Bottom

"So what, now we're going to live together?" Jamie takes another step towards me. "That's your idea of a good plan?"

Unwilling to back down, I poke a finger at his chest. "This is my family's house. Not yours. I have every right to be here."

"Newsflash. It's getting sold." He crowds in even closer, so that we're almost pressed together. If he thinks he can intimidate me with how much bigger he is, he's dead wrong.

I rise up on my tiptoes and get right in his face. "Not if I have anything to say about it."

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Lissa DeLuca is:

-Twenty-four. Gag.
-Broke.
-Technically homeless.
-Feuding over her great aunt's house with her not at all attractive ex boyfriend.

Does that count as a quarter life crisis?