Take What You Want Tidbits Chapter 9

Chapter 9: Punish

Excerpt . . .

I barrel down the street, nearly running a stop sign, I’m so distracted. I want to kill him. Like really kill him. For real.

I park slanty in the middle of his driveway, and as soon as I slam my door start screaming his name. “Edward Cullen! Get out here, you, you, liar!”

The door opens, but the screen remains shut. “No soliciting,” he shouts and laughs at his own joke.

“No soliciting? No soliciting! Are you kidding me? You essentially solicited my dad to be the good guy here. Mike’s officially on his shit-list thanks to you.”

“Your shoes are stupid,” he says lazily.

I look down, and he’s right. I slipped on my mom’s bright orange Crocks that she uses for getting the mail. For some reason, it enrages me, and I scream, “You’re stupid,” as I throw my shoes one at a time at his screen door.