I messed up. I messed up so badly. I swallowed the panic clawing up my throat, stood straighter, and lifted my chin.
"Just giving you a demo of how I treat my friends," I blurted out the first thing that came to my mind, and the second it slipped my lips, I realised I've made another blunder.
His jaw ticked. Then... He forced a smile. It was not comforting. Not even close. It was obvious he was still furious.
"Good to hear that," he said.
Before I could brace myself, his arm wrapped around my neck in a rough, brotherly headlock. He dragged me to his side, ignoring my furious squirming.
"STOP! What the hell! Let go of me!"
"Nope."
He messed up my hair with wild, chaotic vigor. Destruction. Once my head looked like it had been hit by a tornado, he let me go.
"Perfect." He smirked. "Now we look like real friends."
"I hate you," I muttered, fixing my hair and glaring at him while still in the background trying to process what was even happening.
