"You're gonna play nice since I'm the one taking care of you now," he says making me groan, I don't like this.
"I don't like you," I inform him.
"You don't need to, we're going to talk about your rules now," he informs me, can things get even worse?
"Rules, blah," I say sticking my tongue out, that's disgusting.
"Yes, you need them Calesti, can you write?" he asks me, getting a paper and pen from the coffee table," he asks me.
"Oh, me don't know how to write, I told you I'm a bad b***h, I mean witch," I say with pouty lips.
"Lying to me now?" he asks raising a brow, but I only smile wide at him, "I can still s***k you," he threatens making me pout.
"I can write, it was a joke, boomer," I say, getting the paper and pen ready to write the stupid rules that I don't plan on following.
