“You
do realize that the walls are pealing off and that your floor is moldy, right?”
I
roll my eyes and make my way towards the small kitchen, dropping my bag on the
small island table. “Yes Blake, I am well aware of that, thanks,” I mutter
sarcastically.
He
doesn’t seem to hear me though, as he strolls towards the entrance door and
proceeds on checking the locks, closing and opening the door multiple of times
to check whether it is doing a proper job. The sight is quite hilarious
actually.
Finally
after a couple of minutes, he seems to find some peace with the metals and
leaves my door alone. I watch quietly his hand touch the walls, putting
pressure on them and checking if they too are doing their job. “Your TV is
working?” He asks.
I
scoff in response, shaking my head. “Yes, Blake, it does.”
He
glances at me in doubt and walks over the couch, staring at it bitterly. I can
already see how those two are not going to become close friends.
“Seriously
Blake, it’s not necessary to run an inspection. I’ve been living here for five
months and I am still well and alive.” I point to myself with a grin.
“This
is terrible, Scar,” he remarks. “You shouldn’t be living in this slum.”
And
I was thinking of showing him my bedroom. Clearly, this wasn’t a good idea.
“Well
it’s whatever I can afford right now,” I explain, shrugging my shoulders. “I
barely stay here anyway. I work a lot and spend most of my time at Ray pla—”
Instantly
I shut my mouth before I can finish my sentence. Blake turn sharply towards me,
having already heard enough.
“You
what?” he asks as peers closer, closing he distance between us.
I
take a step back as his eyes glare at me. “You know, it’s nothing like tha
Blake. We just live in the same complex—”
“He
lives in this building?” he interrupts, anger and disbelief crossing his
features.
“Well
how else do you think I was able to rent this place out?” I manage a nervous
laugh as his glare darkens. He seems almost murderous right now.
“Are
you sleeping with him?”
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