"You're a jerk. A real insensitive prick," I said, gulping.
"One you really like," he grinned at me.
I narrowed my eyes, preparing myself to give him a brutal reality check.
"Ace Argent you make me so freaking angry you have no idea!" I yelled, pushing him by his chest. He stepped back, but it was clearly because he wanted to, not because my strength had any effect on him. "You are such a jerk. You're a bully, you think you're better than others, but you're not! You are just a lucky, privileged dude who thinks being the son of the Mayor means he owns everybody. You don't. You have no right to touch me like this, and then wave it off calling it messing around," I yelled. "You can't just decide you want to be nice to me, and be nice, and then decide you wanna be a jerk, and be a jerk.
