"Everywhere." I raised my eyebrows and he chucked. "I traveled the world. Name a city or country and I bet I've been there." I thought about this and smirked.
"Forks." He rolls his eyes and nodded.
"Too many vampire-themed things there." He scrunched up his face and fake barfed.
"Stop that!" I playfully slapped his arm which he grabbed and poured, trying to act like it hurt. "I love Twilight!" He chuckled and genuinely smiled.
"Maybe I can take you there sometime?" Before I could respond, the front door barged open revealing an angry Zane with one of my bags in his hand.
"Trying to make a move on my mate? That's shallow. This isn't a kiddie pool Dylan." He scoffed and tossed me the bag. "I swear if he tries anything I will kill him." He looked me in the eyes but I glanced away. "I'm going to be checking on you whenever I want, so try to stay clothed." I whipped around and flinched.
"Oh that's right, you're only used to easy girls. News flash Zane, I'm not like you. I don't just sleep around with random people." His nostrils flared with anger. I've seen the way girls have looked at him around here like they wanted seconds but unfortunately for them, I know Zane's type. He doesn't dish out seconds.
"What did you want me to do? Wait for you?"
"That's what I did. But it's fine, right? Because you're a guy? And if you sleep around you're considered cool and manly but if I, I'm a whore because I'm a girl?" This time I was the one overfilling with anger. These double standards are really starting to tip my lid.
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