I yawned, uninterested in his reasoning. “Well, I think I’ll be going. You should too, this party sucks. Maybe the one tomorrow will be better… See you, Vaughn.”
I walked off to find my car. I found it, it was down the street, and got into the front seat.
“Hey Brit,” said a familiar voice behind me.
“Ah!” I yelled, jumping. I turned to confirm who it was. Cooper. Of course.
“What the fuck are you doing in my car?” I demanded angrily. He laughed. “What?” I asked, frustrated.
He grinned, “You said fuck.”
I glared, “Why don’t you get out of my car and go fuck yourself.”
He grinned again, “I’d rather fuck you.”
“That’s it,” I growled, “Out. Now.”
“Make me,” he said impishly.
“God, Cooper,” I said exasperatedly, “You are so immature.”
“Oh well that’s a shame, why don’t we mature me up a little then?”
I swear, I was going to kill him. “Cooper, you have ten seconds to get out of the car before I kick your scrawny little ass,” I threatened.
“Ouch that hurt. You think my ass is scrawny?”
I hate him.