“How can I not look when your hair colour looks so much better than it used to? How can I not look when I still can’t understand how someone so small as you gained so much weight and still is able to walk and not waddle?” Alarick continues talking and anger sizzles underneath my skin.
I can feel my eyes twitch lightly as I try to get a grasp on myself. He was being a complete dipshit and yet… I still wanted to help him. I still wanted to fix his f*****g dumb face.
“How can I-“ he starts again and I suddenly yank his nose.
The thing snaps back into place with a sickening crunch and I pull away in a rush, afraid I might throw up in his lap. Alarick lets out a loud grunt, both his hands coming up to cover his face as he leans his head backwards, his face scrunched in pain, his breathing h
