"Stop," Jake told her, crossing his arms and staring at the screen. "If you don't, I'll punt you back to the children's home."
It was the emptiest of empty threats and not one he would follow through on but maybe it would shake her enough to get her to stop staring at him. He still didn't want to tell her about this but he didn't want to be stared at either. What worse, having a teenager stare at him or having a teenager disappointed in him because he'd fucked up?
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It was the emptiest of empty threats and not one he would follow through on but maybe it would shake her enough to get her to stop staring at him. He still didn't want to tell her about this but he didn't want to be stared at either. What worse, having a teenager stare at him or having a teenager disappointed in him because he'd fucked up?
"Go to your room or something."