“Then we had dinner, and after that, I went to my room and practiced martial arts, by myself. And I accidently flipped into Cato and landed on top of him.”
“Is this becoming a tradition?” he asks me.
“Not my fault for the two times I was on top of you,” I tell him.
“And it was my fault when I fell on top of you from the laundry chute?”
“You could have done like a flip over me or something.” I say sitting up.
“Yes, I can so do a flip from sliding down a chute that barely fits me at like 20 miles per hour.” Cato says sarcastically.
“You never know until you try,” I tell him playfully.
“Where am I going to find another old laundry chute?” He asks.
For those of you that don't read the authors note and look at the Sneak Peek. After I post this chapter I won't be posting another chapter until the 18th. Sorry. :(
P.s. Have I ever mentioned my computer is a crap box? Lol