@Chapter 3

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It was just my luck. 

I decided to do the above-ordinary thing and get in trouble. No, I had nobody else to blame but myself. I was going to go to get in trouble for trespassing. Maybe even arrested just because the dude wanted to be an asshole that day. But I had no other option to comply and do as he said.

"Look, I'm not trying to steal anything. I was just takin pictures for a project that I was working on. If you could please let me-"

"Just turn around," he interrupted, his tone held a form of mockery to it that made me frown.

Without saying another word, I let out a sign and turned around, prepared to face whatever consequences he was planning to lay out. 

I was, instead, rather taken aback to see that the person standing in front of me was firstly not wearing a police uniform. In fact, he didn't even look like he had any sort of authoritative power from where I was standing. Secondly,  he did not look like a bald middle-aged man that I already envisioned in my head. Nothing against bald people, I just watched too many fictional shows. If anything, his appearance would be matched to that of a frat boy.

I let out a puff and a sigh of relief. "You had me scared for a minute."

The guy frowned slightly but the amusing expression didn't leave his face. "Excuse me?"

"What I mean is, I was expecting some cop to be behind me but it was just some kid. You shouldn't scare people like that you know? Especially not in these streets," I uttered the last bit with caution.

He let out a sarcastic laugh and folded his arms together. "Is that so?" he enquired.

I nodded quickly, preparing to make my leave. "Yep. I'll just be on my way now before the police actually shows up. You should as well." 

I noticed he stood exactly where he was and now bursted out in laughter. My expression changed from a sense of relief to a state of confusion. I didn't understand why he was just stood in place nor did I know what was funny about what I said. 

"You really are clueless wow," he commented once he had stopped laughing.

This time, it was me who folded their arms. "Come again?"

"Are you from around here?" he asked.

I gave him a cautious nod, my suspicions beginning to grow. "Yes?"

"No, I'm being serious."

"So am I?" I was becoming less and less appreciative of his attitude.

"I find that hard to believe considering that you don't even know who I am."

"Am I supposed to?" I mockingly asked which only made him grow even more amused. "Because no offence but I have somewhere I need to be, a demon I need to take care of before they destroy my apartment and get me kicked out. So please don't waste my time unless it's important. I don't have time for little boy games."

"I'm not a little boy so stop calling me that," he corrected, the amusing glee slowly began to fade away. "You look like you're barely in your twenties so don't try and belittle me."

I scoffed. "Jeez don't take it so seriously. Alright, I apologise for making you seem like a baby. Can I go now?" 

What a baby.

He placed his hands on his chin and began stroking it. "Hmm. I don't know if I should. Rude girls like you should know their place in this neighbourhood."

I laughed dryly. "I don't need anyone trying to tell me how to behave. I understand how code switching works. And in this situation, I don't have to filter myself."

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