"Are you deaf?" His husky voice jerked me out of my reverie.
I quickly recovered from the shock of finding him here and braced myself. I shouldn't act like a dummy, especially in his presence.
I let out a loud hiss. "What?" I asked.
His brows drew together. "What are you doing here, dummy?" he repeated the question he asked earlier.
I lifted an eyebrow. "I'm not a dummy. By the way, I should be asking you the same question, dickhead," I retorted.
"I'm just gonna act like I didn't hear the last word you said," he scoffed.
"Good for you, dickhead."
I don't know why, but I like how I'm attacking him with my words and that the attacks have an effect on him. I'm so proud of myself. Maybe this would be one of my little ways of getting revenge on him for treating me like trash.
He moved a
