LIAM
Do I have a charm embedded in my soul? Trouble attracting charm over that? Because no matter where I go, I end up getting into trouble.
Just like now, stuck inside a closet of a supply warehouse. Oh, not to mention with my sworn enemy. Seriously? I can't get any worse than this.
"You are breathing too loudly." I huff, thoroughly pissed. I eye him with unimaginable displeasure.
"Why don't I stop breathing altogether?" Kian grins and I want to punch it so badly, my fists itch, "Will it not be easier for you to get rid of me?"
"Oh, it will be. Can you do that for me?" I offer him a sardonic smile.
"No, I can't." Kian mirrors me with his get-under-my-skin smile.
I scoff and roll my eyes. "You are taking up too much place." I poke him with a broken pen.
Surprisingly, I found my one hundred and five pens that I broke during the previous weeks inside this closet.
