#Chapter217

I text him impulsively, enraged that he’s such an insensitive moron and a complete dickhead at the most inappropriate times.

‘Sometimes I really don’t like you! London X’

I stick my nose in the air in a snooty mood, glad that I feel better from talking to him and less crazy scared that he’s riding off to be executed, even if he has annoyed me. I feel dumb now I think about it. Riled, that, as per usual, he had to go and ruin something nice with the plonk of a man he is.

‘I’m into that. And thanks … For admitting you sometimes do. Now stop bothering me!...