Run (TOTASC)

Ch.3 First Moment

I'm so tired! This retard made me unload some milk gallons from a truck to the kitchen. They weigh like 10 liters. I had to take two at a time because that's the fun part. Ugh! Sometimes I just want to throw one at his face, but then I remember that he s scary as hell. Nevermind hehe.

"Can we stop now? ." I try sounding nice but I'm seriously angry.

"No." He answers coldly.

"What?! Why not? I've been doing this for hours already. I have to walk like a mile to the kitchen and these are too heavy. My poor body is going to break soon." I beg.

"You've been doing this for at least 10 minutes straight. The kitchen is only 4 meters away from the truck and I find it impossible for your body to break." He answers simply. Like if life was easy not.

"You do know you can help me. Be a gentleman."

"I don't get paid to help you. And being a gentleman is quite an extra work that I wouldn't be satisfied doing."

"Uh, being a gentleman is natural. Anyone can be one. Oops. Nevermind. Only men can be a gentleman and since you said you can't, you're not!" I snap back smirking.

He stands up from the chair and walks towards. For a moment I thought he was going to do what he did before at the office. He leaned in and I scoot back. Realizing now that he was carrying two gallons, he walked towards the kitchen, then he came out and sat on the same chair where he was before.

"Are you freaking serious? Being a gentleman doesn't mean that!" I yell at him.

"Turn around." He says while looking at me satisfied?

I do as so. The truck that once was full with gallons was now empty which meant my job was done. I turned back to see Blaise with a smirk on his face. He checked on his phone then turned back serious again.

"What?" He didn't answer. I tried to calm the bad aura that I felt around him. "Hmmm, so. Blaise. Hmm, what time is it?"

"Time for your next job." He starts walking inside to the kitchen.

"Ughhhhh!!" I growl and follow him. Once I'm inside, he's standing at the other side of a large table, signing me to stand to where I'm facing him at the other side. Now that we're facing each other, he speaks.

"Don't worry. It's not that hard. Now you will be emptying these bags of flour inside these buckets. Remember. If it's a bag a sugar, you place them over there by the wall away of the refrigerator."

"How many bags are there?"

"Not that much." He examines the bags."Probably twenty or so..."

"Twenty?!" Stare blankly at him. "You hate me, right?" He looks down and claps his hands.

"Okey, let's get to work." He grabs a bag of flour.

"Let's?"

"You thought you we're going to do this by yourself?" He asks.

"Ummm, well you did let me do hard work alone so I guess that I was going to do this alone too." I murmur. He chuckles. "What's so funny?" I ask looking up at him.

"You"

"What?"

"You"

"No, I know what you said but why?"

"Hah," he starts filling a bucket with flour slowly. "You turn red when you're getting embarrassed. It's.... umm... interesting."

"Interesting?" I thought cute would've been the word.