Isaid I’m on my way, jackass, I tell Axl as I leave Ophelia, tamping down the rage simmering beneath my skin.
You got a crush on the cupcake, Kai? Xavier teases me, and I shrug off his comment. Pair of goddamn assholes. A crush? What am I, twelve years old? All because I enjoy making conversation with her. f**k! I wish I could have one goddamn moment without two fuckwits in my head. I’ve never been good at blocking them out. No matter how much time Alexandros spends teaching me how, I can’t do it. And ninety-nine point nine percent of the time, I don’t want to. But now, well, there’s a girl with pink hair and radiant blue eyes who smells like f*****g heaven that I’d love to get to know a little better without those jackasses acting like teenage boys about it.
Just get the hell over here,
