Chapter Four Hundred and Fourty One

She was such a pain in the ass.

He was Seventeen... And she was Thirteen.

Jensen discovered that she had an annoying habit of popping up at the worst possible moment. Really embarrassing moments.

Like when he was at the back of his house drinking one of his dad's beer. Or when he was making out with some girl behind the old well.

One time he chased her, all the way to her house. He was determined to teach a lesson... Teach her not to mess with him. But when he caught her, he just couldn't. He let her go. Then watched as she tried to dust the sand off her clothes. Her face red.

He smiled. "Kitty Kat" he said.

She answered by calling him a dork.

One time she stole a pack of cigarettes from him and broke them all in two. He wasn't even smoking them, he just carried them around to look cool. He didn't know what to do with her.

It was hell. She wore make up now. He told her it was ugly and she looked silly and that she was trying too hard to look older.