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"Who are you?" This was the fourth time Damon was trying to get a sensible answer from creepy Kai.

"Kai," oh my god! I am going to kill myself, this guy.

"Listen here, buddo," I started to raise the poker in the air. "I am just about up to here, with your fucking immaturity, I mean, I may seem like a bit of a hypocrite here, but I hate people being smart-arses to me, so don't do it,"

I pierced the through his hand, ha. Blood started to rush out of his hand and onto the carpet. "Oh thanks Scar, the fact that my carpet is now ruined doesn't matter, nope."

"Sorry, Mum, but I don't really give a flying fuck right now. I'm a little busy."

"Forget about me?" Creepy Kai winced as he looked down at his hand, nope didn't forget, just didn't care.

"Nope, where were we, oh yeah! Who the hell are you?"

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"But, Damonnn!" I groaned, slouching and looking at Damon with pleading eyes, he wanted to go down a trip down memory lane and Bonnie was out collecting 'special ' supplies. Basically clothes. I mean, I am perfectly fine wearing Damon's way-to-big-for-my-small-body shirts.

"Sorry, Scar, but I really need to go, it's only for 2 hours."

"Exactly, I hate the guy, I mean he's hot, but that's it." Damon's eyebrows raised at me and surprisingly he nodded.

"Right, okay then." Then he zoomed away, bitch.

"Little bitch."

"Who me? You know, I have been up this entire time and I now know that you think I'm hot."

"Okay? And?" When I entered the room Creepy Kai was eating jam, with his hands. Gross.

"Why are you judging me?" He questioned, like he didn't know why I was judging him. Or was he being serious and he didn't know why I was looking at him funny.

"Um, you- never mind." I plopped onto the armchair and popped open a bottle of bourbon and drank a glass of it. At the same time, creepy Kai was watching me.