James looked down, confused as her foot dug into his legs, face turning down in a frown. Well, that was rude. He had apologized, after all. Man, girls were so sensitive. They always made such a big deal out of everything.
"I dunno. Do you want to be the good girl? You're a pretty good girl. I mean, sort of." His brows furrowed. "I don't think I should call you a bad girl. You'll get pissed off." He rubbed his face, confused. "Then again, if you're the bad girl, and I'm the bad guy, we can still make out." He laughed and quickly added. "Kidding- don't hit me. Unless you want to, and then I'm totally serious."