Sora
Kaden Anthony Black is insane.
Like, a complete and utter lunatic.
That's the only conclusion I can come to as he proudly narrates the disappearance of his shirt with a grin plastered across his face, like I’m supposed to pat him on the back for throwing away perfectly good clothing.
Yeah, that isn't happening.
“Kade, that's not a flex.” I point out with a frown, adjusting myself on the ridiculously uncomfortable hospital bed.
“It’s not?” He actually sounds disappointed, his lower lip puckering out. “I thought it'd make you proud. Or happy at least.”
“Why would it?”
“I dunno.” He shrugs. “Maybe because your boyfriend put your sworn enemy in her place.”
I roll my eyes.
The last thing I need right now is a childish back and forth. I almost met God a few hours ago and apparentl
