University of Wonderland

Chapter Thirty-Four

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I swallowed hard. "Minho . . . I don't know."

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"You don't know much. And that's a fact." He turned back to me, his eyes glancing over my rattling hand and defensive posture. "We're not going to get caught." He invaded my personal space, body heat radiating. His voice softened. "Not with me here, anyway. Chill." He squeezed my shoulder. I flinched and he quickly move his hand away.

He pulled on the strings of his hoodie, constricting it tighter so only his eyes were showing. Extracting sunglasses from his bag, he concealed those too. Nerves are for convicts." He reached into my pocket and dug around for the keys.

By the time my reflexes kicked in and I swatted his hand away, he pulled the keys free of their vault.

The keys jangled in his hands. "Stay here. Let me get the other cameras first."

Cement drowned around my feet, keeping me from moving. I didn't even let my chest swell with breath. My pulse slammed into my neck. Scent of paint wafted to my nose, and the steady spraying of the can drowned the pulsing in my ears. Minho rushed through the dark hallways, flashlight pointing forward. He attacked the security cameras with the paint like in a battle, spreading art instead of gunfire. So much for slipping in unnoticed.

He disappeared into one of the far rooms for more than five minutes. Just when I was working on the courage to check on what was happening, I heard a loud noise, like computers shutting down, and then the whirring stopped together. Minho walked back to me, removing his sunglasses.

"What was that?"

He ignored me, moving his feet to the reception desk. He dragged the spray paint across it, swirling blurry letters on the wood.

"What are you doing?!" I ran forward, panic rising.

"Might as well leave them a thanks while I'm here."

I grabbed his arm, interuppting a letter and sending the spray paint onto the top of the desk, blackening some papers that were stacked in a neat pile. He shook me off. "The file room is the last door on the left. You can start if you want."

I reached again, but he raised his arm in the air. Horrible déjà vu came over me. Lost games of monkey-in-the-middle, (This brought me back to preschool memories *tears*) me running back and forth while the taller girls kept the ball away. I lowered my hands against his side and pushed. He didn't even flinch, just wrapped his free hand around my body, pressing me closer to his in a death grip. He actually smelled kind of good, if you ignored the cigarette scent concealing the floral aroma. In any circumstance the gesture might have been romantic, but being enemies and watching him vandalize my sister's workplace kind of put a damper on that. Also, he was Minho.

"You got to stop that. This will only take a second. Shine that over here."

"Right, because holding me as a hostage is going to get me to obey you." I switched my flashlight off.

He blindly aimed the graffiti. When he finished, he set down the spray paint and turned on his flashlight so I could read. So considerate.

I know what you did.

"What is this, a horror movie?

"It's only half the message. I hope I can add 'and I can prove it' later."

"Like you proved all your other conspiracy theories?"

"Correction: I disproved them." He headed for the file room.