Chapter 52: The O (pt. 1)

"We need to talk," I walked into Jason's home office with my arms crossed, eyes narrowed, and lips pursed. My pose clearly represented that I was all business and that's exactly what I wanted to convey. "I don't like the way you keep putting your hands on me." 

"What?" He looked at me from where he was standing beside the printer and he had a confused expression like he didn't know what I was talking about, the manipulative freak. "I don't even touch you." 

"Yes you do! In the office with my mother you just kissed me and it wasn't a little peck either," his face took on the expression like he was trying to hold back a smile. "Stop it with that expression, I know you do it on purpose!"