"since when do you smoke?"
apparently sitting in the woods by her house
wasn't the best plan to avoid her.

i rolled my eyes,
blowing out through my busted lip,
avoiding going home,
"since when do you care?"

she stomped her foot,
balling her fists as she was obviously annoyed with me,
"Clyde-"

stomping out my cig, i ran a hand though my hair,
i hadn't done anything to it for nearly a week, "leave it, Bonnie.
you already made claire mad at me,
what else do you want?"

she looked at me suspicion clear on her features,
"do you like her?"

no, i like you.
"what does it matter?"
i'm an idiot.