“What did you think I was going to be like?” I asked Cori again. He’s smirking at me, catching me smiling like I was lovestruck down at my phone. I am lovestruck, so I don't mind the smirking. Him knowing I'm in love with his brother isn't anything to be embarrassed about.
He shrugged, “Less badass. More submissive. You don’t look like the submissive type.”
Flora is rolling on her back laughing in my head. No. I guess I would be the opposite of submissive to his older brother.
“I’m a badass?” I asked, not acknowledging out loud the other part of what he said.
“The hair and dark eye makeup,” he waves his hand at my face. “You dress like a biker chick and don’t seem to take any crap from anyone.”
“I don’t. I spent most of my life taking s**t from people that thought they were above me.
