Not Possible

Chapter Twenty-One: Double Trouble

So what are you gonna do when the world don't open around you. = Paramore <3 #FavoriteBand <3

Follow someone everywhere they go and when they finally notice you and they're about to ask you why you're always behind them that's when you shout, "Stop following me you stalker!"

I'm helping evil masterminds. Evil. Evil. Evil.

-T

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Emily~

"No seriously, he's suppose to end my life!?" I repeated one more time for clarification. Nobody dared to answer me. They weren't afraid but they weren't daring either. What a bunch of cowards! After a moment of looking back and forth amongst the two, I asked the need to know question.

"Who are you and what are you doing here?"

The boy just laughed to himself, ignoring my question like a complete doofus as he closed the door behind him. He unwrapped the apron from his waist and tossed it over a chair. He seriously didn't have the decency to answer my question, let alone greet me. Instead, he kept laughing his giddy self to the fridge.

"Where's the milk?" He asked from the kitchen. Daniel stiffened at the words like he's been busted for a crime but soon loosened up to answer, "I kinda dr--"

"Oh wait, I found it. It's on the floor." The guy teased, joining us with a sandwich in his hand. He plopped himself in the couch across from us as his similar blue eyes were focused on mine.

Some people have the audacity to barge into a house, take food and eyeball a visitor without even stating their business. My tolerance was diminishing rapidly and every time he took a slow bite into his BLT, staring at me with obvious amusement had my skin bubbly hot. Nothing about right now was funny.

I'm not one for venting my anger with physical contact. Liar. Okay, I do get into altercations, but violence does solve some problems...for me. And I was ready to strangle this intruder with my bare hands if he doesn't talk in three, two--

"Dude..." The guy began, directed at Daniel yet keeping his pupils trained on me.

"Yeah?" Daniel replied, choking on the suppressed laughter he's trying to control. This was funny to everyone except me!

The guy gave me one last dirty look. "She's just staring at me. If I didn't know any better I would think that she wants me?" He remarked, full of overconfidence while he stuffed the last bite into his mouth and grinned.

The time called for what I was about to say. "What the fu--"

"Ayye! Aye! No swearing in this house young lady." He muffled through the food in his cheeks.

I short him a look even I can't really describe to you because I've never made this glare before, but Daniel began motioning to the guy to stop. Too late, he's in too deep! He couldn't save himself even if he wanted to and the look on his face said it clear. He didn't care. Ugh, that just rhymed! "And who are you to tell me what I can and cannot do?" I fired back. I've had it up to hear with this unknown busboy and his impertinent behavior.