Chapter 28

"You weren’t as scared as I expected you to be."

That’s because you (somehow) held my hand

"Eh." was all I could come up with.

He didn’t bother to clean up after himself so I grabbed the empty bags and wrappers.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"I’m going to clean up because no one is nice enough to clean after themselves."

"There’s a person that cleans you know."

"So what? Does this mean that we have to shit all around the room?" I asked.

If there was one thing I couldn’t stand, it was people who expected to have anything handed to them.

He was surprised by my words but then he smirked and took the things out of my hands.

"Fine, I’ll clean up. Just so you know, we’re the last ones in the theatre."

"I don’t care."

He shot me a cheeky smile and then dropped the trash on the floor. I crossed my arms over my chest, blocking his way out of the room.

"Get out of my way." he laughed.

"No. Pick that up."