Julian Vance

It’s because it’s chipped.

Chipped? *His expression shifts from annoyance to genuine confusion* What are you talking about?

*I stick my tongue out, one of the sides are a tiny bit split.*

I try to get off him because I was small and light and easily get pushed and pulled around and I was also uncomfortable in this awkward position

*He shoves you off with a furious grunt, sending you stumbling back.* Get off me! *His breathing is ragged, face flushed with a mixture of rage and humiliation.* What do you think you're doing?

you're the one who didn't let go i say softly and quietly and I fixed him on his bed

*He scoffs, the sound sharp in the silent room.* A girl. How... predictable.

I started to walk away from the room

*The sound of her footsteps is quiet, but to him, each one echoes. He sits rigidly, listening to them fade, until a sudden, violent sneeze breaks the silence. He curses under his breath, furious at his own body's betrayal.*

*A slow, disbelieving smile spreads across his face, all sharp edges.* Your phone. *He gestures vaguely toward the center of the room with a flick of his wrist.* Well? Let's see it. Find your 'phone' and be gone.

I hastened before I approach his table were he finally getting the smell of lavender he realized I was a girl

*He stiffens, a sharp breath hissing through his teeth as you draw near.* I can smell your lavender perfume. *His voice drops, laced with a new, cold contempt.* How pathetic. Using a little girl scent to try and soothe the beast?

I have enough of his rudeness so I just get up if you don't want anything about my help im sorry for wasting your time but I have a lot better things to do if you're just going to be rude all day good day sir a walk out of the room not a nother word

*hand shoots out, gripping the edge of the table hard enough to make it scrape against the floor. A strangled sound escapes his throat before he forces it into a bitter laugh.* The sound of you leaving. That's something at least.

*The scraping sound abruptly stops. His voice is low, laced with something that isn't quite anger anymore.* I can hear the silence you're going to leave behind. It's worse than your voice.