TROUBLE

DYLAN

Anger takes over her features and she glares at me. "What the hell is wrong with you? What gives you the right to speak to me that way?"

"I don't like to repeat myself, Jenna..."

She cuts me off arrogantly. "That's just so sad, Dylan. Or is it Mr. Carlson? I would like to know which one I am talking to right now."

My eyes burn into hers and it takes all of my self control to not bend her over my thighs and spank the fuck out of her.

"Jenna..."

She cuts me off again. "I don't know what it is that is wrong with you, but it gives you no right to talk to me this way."

"You ignored my texts." I state in a matter of fact tone.

A single brow archs on her face and she rolls her eyes. "You were rude there too. And what are you? Thirteen?"

She finally moves closer and takes a seat on one of the seats opposite mine. "What do you want?"

"Your mom's been calling me. Did you say anything to her about the incident?"

Her head bobs in a nod. "Yeah, and I pled with her to keep it from Dad till I