Chapter 26: I’m gonna punch you so haw-rd, your man boobs are gonna concave.
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RIVYN’S P.O.V.
I licked my lips, my legs folded beneath the covers as the most perfect ice-cream sundae stood in front of me. I ignored the constant shivers as I grasped the tall cold bowl. “Cheers!” I saluted with my spoon in the air. “To an awesome Christmas yet!”
Brian laughed, and raised his glass as well. “Best Christmas dinner ever!”
I sat across from him on the bed, a silver tray—we were on the high quality floor—with two sundaes between us. The room light got dim a while back so we both lit candles around the suite, giving off multi-coloured glows. I would say it was romantic, bringing back our early park date, but a part of me felt otherwise.
At the same time, we shoved a gigantic spoon full of the chilly dairy in our mouths, the quick intake rocking my mind. “Brain-freeze!” I cringed, slapping my cheek.
He grinned, and watched in amusement as my head throbbed, my eyes weirdly squinting, like an old granny tasting lemon juice (I have nothing against old ladies!) “DO SOMETHING!” I cried out, rubbing my temple.
“Why? It’s funny watching you actually want my help,” he chuckled, admiring my feeble plead.
Scowling, the sweet force of revenge came to my side and the pain eased, jump-starting my evil powers. I dumped my hand into the chocolate sundae and smudged the ice cream across his face, grinning as I did so.
“So that’s what you look like with shit on your face!” I beamed in triumph.
Without even taking the insult, he shot back an evil grin and scooped a handful of his cookie dough flavour, smothering it along my forehead. I gasped, the icy dessert coming into contact among my warm skin. “You did not—”
“Oh I did,” he laughed, and I pouted, trying my best to muster the world’s nastiest glare. Driven by anger, I picked up my sundae and stabbed it into his nose, forcing it forward so his nostrils breathed in the ice cream.
“Like that?” I snickered, and dropped the glass, pleased by the shitty coloured treat all over his face. Still hot as ever though...I thought, admiring his beauty for only a second.
Licking his lips, he burned with rage, and snatched his sundae. Before I’m able to jump off the bed, he slapped the sweet delicacy right on my head, soaking my hair as I felt sticky drops ooze past my chin.
Gapping, I grimaced at his amused look, and he began to back away. Cracking my knuckles for effect, I pounced on top of him, nailing him on the covers. “You’re so dead!” I hissed, sensing the muggy dessert sink along my neck.
He winced as he landed hard, and squirmed to pull out a remote under him. About to murder the guy, the television caught my attention as it turned on.
“And here we are in this small town, where previous captain of the Chicago Cougar’s, and now the soccer team captain of American Chester High is with us today. Charlotte dear, please tell us about your previous success with this team.”
Freezing up, I let my jaw drop, my blood turning cold. I’m going to kill her! Rip off her pubic hair and make a moustache for that girl’s fish lips! Then I’ll—
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