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A Recipe for Pain -4-
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It was my cousin, Daniel. And if I'd known they'd let him out of jail early, I would be miles away. Daniel may be family, but I would kill him if I thought I could get away with it.
"how's my favorite cousin?" he asked, leering at me. I wanted to kill him, really bad, but contained myself.
"I'd be a lot better if you weren't here" I replied, not caring if he beat me up later. His face turned an unattractive shade of mauve.
"You little bitch, I'll get -"
"Hey, Jay, could we start on that project?" Oh my God. Could the situation get any worse? Yes, probably, just not without a killer bear or rabid dog. And I didn't see any of those. Yet.
I glanced between Daniel and Dante, and decided on the lesser of the two evils.
""yeah, sure. Daniel was just leaving," I said, glaring at Daniel. Daniel got up and leered at Dante.
"Have fun. I hope you didn't pay to much for you tickets," he said, nastily, and then turned and walked off. I went red with rage, and prayed Dante wouldn't understand the referance.
"Wow, he does not seem like a nice dude," Dante observed, flopping down on the couch next to me. I decided to let him do all the talking. Seeing Daniel had just totally ruined my day, and had injured my talkativeness thouroughly.
"and what tickets were he talking about?" he asked me. I avoided his gaze, and didn't bother to answer that Daniel was refering to the slut train that I wasn't on. I am not a slut, whereas Daniel went to jail for rape.
"You really don't like him, do you?" Dante observed, stating the obvious.
"no shit, Sherlock," I said, I knew i shouldn't take it out on him, but he was conviently close. Too close, in fact. Damn, he smelled good. I was really starting to get annoyed. He was ruining my bad mood, just with his good smell. I wasn't even looking at him.
"should I just shut up until you cool down?" He asked. Damn it, he was nice, and perceptive, too! I believe people like him were called "perfect," but I doubt Jesus had been this hot. I decided I shouldn't be mad at him, he'd just saved my but, afterall.
"Thanks for interveneing," I said, reluctantly. I don't like thanking people. "Probably saved the principal some trouble."
"hmm . . . but not you?" he asked, his glance was shrewd and assessing. I didn't like it. Maybe he was a little too perceptive. I shrugged and pulled out the guidelines for the project, handing them to him. Mostly to distract him. I was careful not to let any part of him touch me. I wondered why he'd forfeited his luch with Ashley to do a stupid project, that I would be doing most of anyway. I couldn't find a plausible reason, so gave it up.
Dante glanced at the paper, but I could tell he wasn't really reading it. I wish he'd just spit out whatever he came up here to spit out.
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love it kmp thanks |
