Laundry Boy (Currently Editing)

Chapter Three

Here's Chapter Three!! Enjoy!

~Please excuse any and all mistakes 'cause I'm sure there are some I missed~

______________________________________________________________________________________

"You"

I blanched staring at the girl in front of me. Oddly enough the first thing I noticed was the fact that she changed her soda soaked shirt. The second thing I noticed however was that she was staring at with me with a mixture of anger and disbelief in her pretty hazel eyes.

"Are you stalking me?" She hissed crossing her arms over her chest. "I swear I'll call security." She spat she went to slam the door in my face. What is with people and slamming doors. Seriously.

"Wait!" I called stopping the door with my foot, "I'm not stalking you I swear. I'm just here to clean your room, I work here. Besides you'd be the last person I'd want to stalk." I informed her wrinkling my nose a little. I mean not that I would stalk someone but, if I did it definitely wouldn't be little Miss Joy Kill over here. She scowled opening the door a little wider. Than she glanced at Maria and the cart for a few seconds. I guess she same to the conclusion that I really did work here because, she opened the door all the way and walked away disappearing into the room.

I hesitantly glanced at Maria and she shrugged her shoulders. I walked back around the cart and pushed it into the large spacious room; Maria followed closely behind.

We started making the bed and after 149 times I easily went through the motions. Only this time I had an audience. I glanced over my shoulder and saw the girl staring at me. When my eyes met hers she quickly looked away and cleared her throat.

"So you're a maid." She snorted, crossing her arms over her chest she went and sat on the large plush couch situated on the far wall by the balcony door. I gave her a sideways glance and fluffed the pillow a couple times before setting it neatly on the bed.

"Yeah." I said monotonously trying not to let emotion slip into my voice. Be polite. Be courteous. Be tolerant. I mentally chanted the rules my mom had been drilling into my head for the last two weeks. How're you supposed to be polite and courteous to someone like her. I guess that's where the tolerant part comes in.

"Wow I never pegged you for a cleaning guy." She said cruel amusement coating her words. I clenched the my jaw, I fluffed the second pillow a little harder than nessicary. Maria had moved onto the bathroom. So I was alone, with the devil herself.

"I never pegged you for someone who cared." I retorted a slight edge to my voice. I grabbed the glass cleaner and started wiping down the glass balcony door. Out of the corner of my eye I saw her shift slightly. I guess I hit a nerve.

"I don't."

I rolled my eyes and continued cleaning. I could feel her gaze practically burning her holes into me. Finally I snapped.

"Don't you have children to terrorize, or old people to trip, or something." I snapped wiping feroically at the glass. My clipped angry movements weren't really cleaning anything. They just swirled the glass cleaner and dust in circles and lines. I mentally counted to ten and stared cleaning again this time a lot more calmly.

"Nope I did all that yesterday." My head snapped towards her but, the smirk on her face told me it was just a joke. I shook my head and continued cleaning. Out of the corner of my yeah I saw her get up and walk away. Good riddance.

Finally done with the balcony door, I stepped back and suddenly imagined her walking face first into the perfectly clear clean glass like those birds in the Windex commercials. I smirked slightly and started dusting. Suddenly I heard a loud crash and my head shot up. The girl was standing there with an impish grin on her face, water and shattered glass scattered on the floor in front of her.