ErzaLockhart_8373

Felon
/fè-lun/
Cruel; Wicked. 


I continued biting my lips whilst fidgeting with my finger nails, my mind still pondering over the question he asked minutes ago. 


"Ojalá éstos fueran mis dientes mordiéndote los labios." I heard him mumble under his breath. 
[I wish those were my fucking teeth biting your lips.]



I threw a morose look in his direction. "Speak an apprehensible language." I snarled getting annoyed. 



"You need to get inside my mind to understand that." He responded nonchalantly shrugging off his shoulders. 



"I don't enter dirty places." I snapped rolling my eyes. 



"But I would really enjoy entering your dirty places."

Cruel; Wicked. The Felon

We made our way down the hall, and saw mom reading a newspaper.

She smiled the moment she felt our presence. But soon, her smile dropped with creased up eyebrows. "What are you wearing that!. Your going on date Scarr! Wear something appealing."

"Appealing? My clothes are appealing!" I opposed.

"Yes, they are." Xaviar agreed beside me.

"Shut up you both!" She screeched.

"I have a perfect dress for the occasion!"

And I internally face palmed in annoyance. "Mom that's not necessarily, seriously. I'm comfortable in these." I asserted, gesturing towards my outfit.

But yet my mom being a threatening machine narrowed her eyes whilst stomping in my direction and dragged me along with her. Rolling my eyes I didn't condemned, and followed her lead.

Chapter 138