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✼ N E V A E H ✼

I turn around to see who it is that had just spoken. Thinking about it, I already knew who it was without having to look. And unfortunately it was the person I didn't want to see at all. Again. Mainly because I hate his guts and he annoys the actual fuck out of me.

"Morning to you too." I turn over to face him, crossing my arms over my chest to show my irritation before I continued. "And how many times was I late? Once. Because that's the number of times we've had a somewhat mature interaction on your end."

"Easy there, tiger. There's some work you need to do before the meeting starts. Everyone else arrives at 8." Atticus instructs as he walks towards the door I had just arrived from not too long ago. "You coming?" He asks as he raises one of his bushy eyebrows.

"Do I have a choice?" I question Mr. Map, feeling the absolute need to question everything I'm instructed to do just for the sake of it.

He swings the door open allowing me to exit before he does and follows through with a little bow. What a gentleman.

"Yeah, it's either this or I put a bullet between your eyes." I stopped walking as soon as he said that, but he continued walking and saw the fear in my widened eyes and cautious expression, making him divert his statement. "Kidding. You'll just be buried alive. Not too bad."

I continue my walking, trying to keep up with his long legs that took him further than my not so long legs did. It wasn't fair. "Have you ever been buried alive to be saying that?"

"Yeah, and I was liked so much that I'm alive again. Amazing, isn't it?" He shoots back.

No the fuck it isn't amazing, I think that they should have left you.

He's still maintaining his fast walk- which is probably his normal pace, but not for me- to wherever the hell it is we're going, which by the way is still unclear to me because we are literally just walking through a bunch of hallways.

I really hope this isn't how I'm spending the last few minutes of my life.

"What exactly am I supposed to do before this meeting?" I go with the question that I should have asked before I started venturing through the maze of unknown hallways with some map boy.

"You aren't doing anything, sweetheart. I will be doing all the hard work by throwing you into a den full of lions and leave you to die." And there he is again with another not so straight forward answer. Which was slowly bringing me closer to losing any amount of patience I had.

At this point I was over his indirect answers and sarcastic statements, I think I'll forever be.

"God, I can't fucking stand you." 

"Then sit down, I don't want your pretty feet to hurt." Atticus said with the utmost fake sympathy he could muster. And let me tell you, although I hate to admit it, he pulls it off quite well.

"Aww, how sweet of you. Maybe you'd care to massage them, too?" I suggest with a charming smile of my own.

I really wish that at any given moment that he would vanish into thin air again and just unexist himself if that even makes sense. You know what? If I'm being honest, I really don't give a fuck if that doesn't make any sense.

You want to know why? Because he doesn't make sense. And neither do I, nor you. And as a matter of fact, life doesn't make sense at all. It's just there just to be there.

Okay, I know that's probably a little too in depth of a thought, but it's the raw and honest truth. I mean, it isn't as raw as uncooked meat, but you get the point.