Chapter 19
Joseph's POV
I groaned again, and again and again. Before giving Lucy a sideways glare. She glared right back. We were in heated glaring competition, both glaring for completely different reasons. I didn't want to go on her picnic, and her sweet pea refused to start. Honestly, I was thankful for that, if it didn't start I could find ways to leave this neighbor-ly reunion.
"You do know string of bad luck means back out right? Maybe it's trying to tell you to back out and go back inside the house.." I tell her, feeling very good about my logic.
"You know get the f**k out of my face and help me, means GET THE ACTUAL f**k OUT OF MY FACE AND HELP ME, right?" She screamed at me.
I winced at how loud she was.
"There is literally nothing I can do for you right now."
