Diana Casillas személy
I didn't have an anger problem. I never had because I didn't bottle up my emotions, except for that one stupid period at the age of twenty-six when I wasted months of my life on the second worst thing that happened to me: my ex.
If I had a problem with someone, I dealt with it, and if I happened to stay mad afterward, it was no one else's fault but mine.
But I was going to beat the shit out of this woman the second there weren't any witnesses around, I decided instantly.
Josh was too sleepy to notice that I was grumpy, and Loiue, well, who the hell knew what was going through that kid's head. The last time I asked him what he was thinking about, he'd said „buttholes”. Since then, I kept that question to myself.
I lost it.
„Good for you. Did I say you weren't?” Jesus Christ. I'd already mentioned I knew he was married and didn't want to have anything to do with that. „I have married guy friends, and by some miracle, I've managed to keep my hands to myself every single time I've spent time with them, if you can believe that.”
“You remind me more of Princess Peach.”
I looked down at my shorts and tank top, and caught the ends of my
multicolored brown hair courtesy of careful instruction to Ginny. “Because of
my beautiful pink gown and blonde hair?”
Dallas’s mouth went flat. “She’s surrounded by men, but she’s still
herself, and she’s got her shit together on Mario Kart.”
I couldn’t help but smile, taking in the sloping bone structure of his face
and the way his mouth was shaped at a slant and said, “I always did think I
should have been born a princess, Mr. Clean.”
The choke that came out of him made me laugh.
“Mr. Clean?” he eventually got out, all choppy and broken.
Peeking at him, I shrugged and tipped my chin toward his head.
“I have hair.”
I squinted at him and hummed, trying so hard not to laugh. “Uh-huh.”
“I shave it every two weeks,” he tried explaining.
“Okay,” I coughed out, my cheeks hurting from the effort not to laugh at
how bent out of shape he was getting.
“It all grows in evenly— are you laughing at me? ”
„I have to put this stuff on you and wait ten minutes before you can shower. So get naked, you dirty monkeys.”
Louie groaned, „But I took a bath yesterday.”
While the other one – God help me – yelled, „You're a pervert!”