"What'd ya doing with the knife, Jacob? Did you apply for the killer instinct contest or something?" I ask seeing Jacob playing with the large kitchen knife.
"I thought we were going to kill that bitch out there, but I see you were preoccupied with getting in her pants." Jacob said with a pale impression.
"Does it really look like I wanted to get inside her pants? If anything I was trying to not get into her pants?"
"Then what was all that self-pity about?"
"That's for scoring points, you idiot. Now put that knife back wherever you found it and if you really want to kill her than get stronger and do it yourself."
"Alright" He said going back.
"Alice… what's wrong with you? Why are you smiling so much?" I had suspicious eyes seeing her smile like that. You could already guess she was having a troublesome idea whenever she smiled like that.
