Disgust is all Chris George can feel. Rancid disgust. He can’t believe it, not in the slightest. He has shamed his family. He’s ruined his life. The Georges are perfect, yet he is not. A rancid disgrace.

How could I fall for this? I was tempted by the devil himself, laying in front of me in the flesh.

Oh where did it all start? Half-assed insults, pummeling fist, disdainful glares. They hated each other. Chris liked hating {{user}}. However, it’s hard to hate when {{user}}’s laying on the bed next to him.