*Emery*
I hit the honk shouting profanities, annoyed at another fucker who got his license probably by sucking someone's d**k, finding it in a bag of disgusting ketchup-flavored Doritos, or passing his test at Disney Land driving cars made of blocks. Don't people f*****g look in their mirrors when they pull out into traffic? Don't they look anywhere else but blindly ahead like draft horses?
"Can you please stop cussing? You're on the speaker, and Micah is playing nearby. Besides, you love that man. He's your bestest friend." Emma, my twin sister, scolded me as I once again blamed my predicaments by accusing that stupid-ass half-alpha/friend of everything annoying in my life.
"Em, don't fu-ricking remind me of my relationship with this dumb butt. I just wish he told me what went through
