#Chapter164
I SEE STUPID PEOPLE
Maggie
I woke up the next day with my hand throbbing. I saw it wrapped with a splint. Fantastic. Then I remembered what happened last night. Did I punch the quarterback of the football team in the nose? Yes, I did — homophobic jerk.
Nash was still sleeping. I sat up, careful with my hand, when an arm pulled me back down.
/"Morning, you brute./" He smiled.
/"Morning, you tool./"
/"I’ll tool you./" He pulled me under him, being careful with my hand. Then he crashed his lips into mine. Okay, so this wasn’t that bad. He laid next to me as I sighed.
/"What?/"
/"Why must people be so stupid?/"
/"Do you mean the guy that you punched last night?/"
/"Well, yeah./"
He rubbed his chin. /"It’s that expression. I see stupid people everywhere./"
/"That is, I see dead people./" I raised my eyebrows.
/"It’s the same thing./" He shrugged with a smirk as I laughed.
