Page 37 of Poison Vows

Sorrrrry… I’m just so frustrated…

Kim: Ahh, how is dearest fluffy Emmett?

WHY ARE YOU ASKING ABOUT HIM????

Raea: Because he’s the only one that works up your nerve like this, duh!

Kim: True! She displays the full spectrum of human emotions when it comes to him.

Raea: Exactly! To the rest of us it’s smiles, some empathy and kindness. But when it comes to him, you give him EVERY EMOTION, amplified to a million degrees.

What? Do I do that?

Kim: Right! It’s sooo cute! She’s safe to be herself when she’s with him.

ARE YOU DONE??? HOW DO BOTH OF YOU TYPE SO FAST???

Kim: Ooop, she’s screaming now. Something big must’ve happened.

You heifers!!!

Raea: We’re listening. What happened?

I mean… is it normal to completely lose your mind when someone…

Kim: What? Kisses you? Goes down on you? Because… yes.

My cheeks are warm, and through the mirror, I can see that my own irises are slightly dilated.

Raea: Ivy, what happened?

NOTHING!

Kim: Suuuureee! You can barely breathe right now!

Oh Lord, she’s right! But I can’t admit it! She’ll only make fun of me even more.

I’m breathing just fine, thank you very much, Kim Possible!

What I want to know is, does Emmett have some kind of mental disorder or is he just a mean, cold, ruthless jerk with no regard to basic human decency? Is that asshole bipolar?

King: Yes.

I jump, almost dropping my phone into the sink.

Which chat is this?

My eyes grow wider than UFO saucers.

I started a chat in the group with EVERYONE! The ire of my anger included.

Noah: HAHAHAHAHAHA! Curse him out, Dr. Ivy! Hahahaha!

King: We can always help you bury his big-ass body somewhere. Just give us a signal.

Emmett: If you have something else to say—or do—come say it to my face after your shower, Angel.

I drop my phone to the tiled floor.

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