ATE CHARISSA SAID the ghost likes sticky rice. I remember that. Anyway, I didn't pay much attention to whatever James says about Jacob.
I mean, why should I care if Jacob likes rice cakes or not? Just the thought of his name is already enough to make my blood curdle. I didn't mean to pour my anger over my poor rice cakes. But then I just couldn't get over that kiss he had with me earlier.
For Lord's sake! That kiss could have been perfect! If only it was— Cut it out, I don't even know how to continue my own thought. I can't name what I felt.
Was he embarrassed that his father saw us kissing? I am pretty sure that wasn't his first time getting caught kissing a woman. It took a few more bites of my rice cake before the reason why I'm so mad dawned at me. The most apparent rea
