#Chapter215
Lynnex's POV
/"You're so hot/" Lancelot says with a gravely tone of voice
I hum, distractedly twirling my fork around my eggs.
I hate my mother so fucking much right now.
Her and Ms. Anderson have been conversing in the living room for the past hour and a half.
An entire hour and a fucking half!
I would not mind the distance so much if she did not leave me alone with this horny heterosexual.
For the past half hour he has been repetitively telling me how 'hot' I look.
He sound like a broken record and it is getting on my last fucking nerve.
Ugh.
I miss Isabella.
At least she sees me for my personality versus my looks.
Plus I actually like being around her versus this fish for brains.
/"I know/" I confidently say with a matter of fact tone
If he is going to continue to compliment me for the next thirty minutes then I might as well have fun with it.
