"No," I disagreed quickly, my eyes narrowing in a way that was attractive, "I can't imagine why that would be frusterrating at all—just because someone refuses to tell you what they're thinking, even if all the while they're making cryptic little remarks specifically designed to keep you up at night wondering what they could possibly mean... now, why would that be frusterrating?"
He grimaced.
"Or better," I continued, the pent-up annoying flowing freely now, "say that person also did a wide range of bizarre things—from saving your life under impossible circumstances one day to treating you like a pariah the next, and he never explained any of that, either, even after he promised to. That too would be very non-frusterrating."
Heh. Got 'im.
"You've got a bit of a temper, don't you?"
"I don't like double standards."
We stared at each other without smiling.
He glanced over my shoulder and then unexpectedly snickered.
"WHAT?" I flipped my hair over one shoulder and then around to the other. I was so pissed.
"Your boyfriend seems to think I'm being unpleasant to you—he's debating whether he's man enough to come break up our little fight."
"I don't know who you're talking about," I said frostily. "But I'm sure you're wrong anyway, like always."
"I'm not. I told you, most people's minds are easy to read."
"Except mine, of course."
"Yes. Except for yours." His mood shifted suddenly; his eyes turned broody. "I wonder why that is... "

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