Rielle rolled her eyes. This guy was kind of annoying. It was making her scalp massage not as enjoyable as it could be. But then he stopped, and it didn't matter anymore.
"What, are you like twenty five or something, stuck in the body of a prepubescent?" She raised her eyebrows. She knew he had gone through puberty, but it was funny to her to pretend like he hadn't. Plus, he was insulting her age, too. Or, she supposed, her looks. Her hand immediately shot to her face, to feel her skin there. There weren't any wrinkles, or sun spots or anything. And her mother's lovely heritage ensured that it was a pleasantly tanned shade.
"I don't look old for my age. And even if I did, that has nothing to do with your age, Aaron Lavigne." She was annoyed. But she still took his hand.