"I don't trust easily. So when I tell you that 'I trust you, please don't make me regret it,"
"Do you trust yourself?"
#2 IN HEMSWORTH
Started- August 22, 2022
Finished- ONGOING
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Drew Witherspoon
I RUN AS FAS AS I CAN in these big-heeled boots in the hall. I'm glad no one was around to witness how I sprinted since I wouldn't want to see this either. I sprint faster when I hear the elevator ding, attempting to get up to it before it closes, or else I'll have to take the next one, which I don't have time for.
My little theory here is, that if you're late, why not have a complete feast, take a nap, and then walk in fashionably late? But my situation right now was incredibly...rough. I already had my third streak of being late to work and couldn't afford to lose my job.
As I approached the elevator to witness it close, a large hand emerges from it, holding the elevator doors still as they slowly reopen, revealing a tall figure dressed in an all-black suit. I go in with a sheepish smile on my face. For a few seconds, we stand there awkwardly in silence, waiting for the doors to close.
Fuck, it's taking too long. I'm going to piss my pants off if I have to stand here next to a 7 feet tall man alone any longer.
I frantically hit the close button and then went to click the fifteenth-floor button, only to discover that it had already been pressed.
Great, my entire journey there is going to be with a giant.
I study the man from the corner of my eye. He was completely still, his hands crossed in front of him, and he had a perfect posture. It reminded me to keep my back straight. He wore his hair neat and golden brown, with a strand falling down to his captivating blue eyes. He had a great physique, with massive muscles and all, and I'm sure if he wanted to, he could pick me up with one hand and toss me across the room. And if I unexpectedly bounce, he could catch me like a boomerang with ease.
"I'd be pleased if you stopped gawking at me," he said in his surprising Australian accent, catching me off guard. He didn't look at me once. I don't know how he caught me looking at him, I think I was pretty sly. Maybe he has superpowers and can read minds.
What if he's reading my mind right now? He's just so tall I couldn't help but glance.
"I wasn't staring at you. Who said I was staring at you." I scoffed, crossing my hands, and looking straight ahead of me just like he did.
"I'm tall. Not a giant," he remarked.
"I caught you staring at me too." I lied. I had no comeback at all. So I lied. I like lying, it makes a conversation more fun. I could lie about me going on the biggest rollercoaster of all time without throwing up, make it super believable, and everyone would adore me.
"Who wouldn't stare at a 5 foot 4 clown with horrifying makeup?" he mocked me. So he just admitted he was staring at me...and I didn't even notice, is he slyer than me?
"Meanie," I muttered under my breath.
"Watch that tone." he lets out a deep breath. I'm so convinced he has superpowers.
The elevator jolts to a stop and the doors open. He walks off without a backward glance. "Who wouldn't stare at a 5 foot 4 clown with horrifying makeup?" His words ring in my mind and I look at my reflection in the mirrored elevator. I'm wearing a polka dot onesie, big red rain boots, a rainbow afro, clown makeup, and a big red nose.
Fuck, I'm late.
I walk out and head to the room I was assigned, gripping my bags tighter around my shoulder.
