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it doesn't help matters that I can hear The Pain still snickering behind me.
    I hate his stupid guts. So. Much!
    I hope after school the bus runs over him and then the bus driver goes in reverse and backs over him again.
    But I guess somehow I’d probably wind up getting blamed for that, too.
     
     
     
    ~ Chapter Six ~
     

     
    I can't figure this chick out.
    Look at her, acting all prissy and sanctimonious after what we just did. She can hardly wait to lock the door behind me, pretend it never happened so she can dust off her uptight exterior and go on living with the illusion that she's better than everyone else. Or better than me, anyway.
    Some things never change, do they?
    This has got to be eating her alive. Finding out that the guy she once referred to as gutter trash just ripped through that exterior and threw a spotlight on her inner vixen. Or has she done this kind of thing before? Maybe this isn't even the first time. Could be she has a thing for sex with random strangers.
    I hope not. That idea bothers me, although I'm not sure why.
    There's one thing I do know. She isn't going to get rid of me that easily.
    “You can't stay here,” she announces, propping her hands on her hips with a frown.
    “I have a deed that says otherwise.” How is it that even in sweatpants and a great big baggy shirt, she still looks fuckable as all hell? Hot damn, but that stuck-up little peach has ripened into one tasty woman. A woman who is awfully cute when she's flustered. Even after all these years, I recognize that look and I can't help but find it just as funny. The pretty hazel eyes are practically on fire.
    Her voice, however, is chipped ice.
    “I have a rental agreement. That makes me the tenant. In other words, you can't just waltz in here whenever you feel like it.”
    “Get anything in writing?” If I know my flighty sister, it's a given that she didn't.
    “I…have a copy of the check.”
    “No. I’m asking if you signed a lease.”
    Taken aback, Miss Hoity Toity seems marginally less sure of herself. “Well, no. It was a verbal agreement. She didn't ask me to sign a lease. And I didn't know you co-owned this place until after I'd already moved in.”
    “We don't co-own jack spit. She's the one who threw a hissy fit for the house, and she's the one who uses it most of the time, but I'm the one who forked out the cash. This property is in my name. Only mine.” Smiling, I wait for that to sink in.
    Her pink lips part as she gazes down at me in astonishment. “You can't be serious.”
    “It's all good.” I'm quick to move in for the kill. “I don’t have a problem with you staying, peaches. Just give me a few days and I'll be out of your hair.”
    “A few days?” She looks almost panicked at the thought, and it's all I can do not to laugh out loud. “Are you kidding me? I can't...there isn't...surely you can't expect to stay here! ”
    “Why not? There's plenty of room.”
    “Yeah, I know, but...” Her objection trails off, eyes darting around the room as if she's looking for an escape route. I know she's contemplating what to say to convince me to leave. Hm, this should be good. Wasn’t she on the debate team in high school? I could tell her she's wasting her time, but why bother – it’s way more entertaining to watch her squirm.
    To my surprise, she pushes my legs aside and drops down on the sofa beside me.
    “Look,” she begins, attempting to placate me with a syrupy sweet tone. “I know what you're thinking. And I understand after the way I behaved, you have the impression that I'm an easy target. And that's fine. I'm not blaming you – this whole thing is my fault, I'll be the first to admit it. But if you’re looking for an amusement park, you've come to the wrong place. I am not a carnival ride. Just because I exercised bad judgment once doesn't mean I plan on making the same mistake twice. So you see, there's really no reason for you to waste your time here. Am I making myself