"Maggie, do you even realize that you grind your teeth and snore in your sleep? Are you really a girl?"
"Who grinds their teeth and snores? Don't accuse me of things I didn't do."
I glared at him fiercely.
Elvis wasn't fazed at all. He grinned lazily and slowly pulled out his phone.
I heard a rhythmic, sawing-like sound coming from it.
"Oh, and I accidentally recorded the sound of you farting too. Do you want to listen?"
"Ah~"
I screamed, my face flushed as I lunged for his phone, but he had anticipated my move and dodged. Still, my nails scratched his hand.
Elvis winced and jumped off the bed.
I quickly threw off the covers and jumped down as well, blocking the door to stop him from leaving.
"Give me the phone."
I stretched out my hand. There's no way I could let Elvis keep such embarrassing recordings.
But Elvis was clearly intent on making me miserable.
He shook his head, wearing a smug expression. "Don't even think about it."
He reached out to pull me aside, trying to leave, but I blocked the door with determination.
"If you don't give it to me, you're not going anywhere today."