Killian
“No! 23 across HAS to be M*RDER." Jade pinches the page in my booklet with two fingers. "A group of crows is called a m*rder.”
“Quit messing with my sh*t, you little 'know-it-all'.” I huff and swat her hand away.
“Well, this IS a competition... " Holding up her booklet, she points to all the scribble-filled squares. "And I won.” At her wide smile, I can't help my lips quirking slightly too. But I school my face back into a scowl quickly.
Jade just grins wider, though. Leaning back against the driver-side window, I try to get comfortable. My mate has her tiny feet up on the middle console. Those are definitely my socks. Her nose is red from the cold seeping in from the outside, and her hair is still a little wet. It started raining while we ate at the beach, so we came here to
