The whole car ride was silent and I was left to panic over what he had planned. I know that he had something that I would hate planned out in his f****d up head and that peeved me. I just made my artistic skills come in handy on his face. It wasn't THAT bad right? All I know is that I'm screwed from the cunning smirk smeared on his lips and I wanted to slap it all the way to Antarctica.
"If you're thinking that I'm punishing you because of this morning, I'm not." He tells me still keeping his gaze on the road.
If this wasn't about this morning what the actual f**k is it about? I tried thinking back to what I've done to him before but nothing came up in my head. I glared at his too perfect face and I contemplated punching him and breaking his too high cheekbone but judging from his granit
