The Cinderella Agreement (Completed) [Featured Story]

11: The Rapport

This chapter will be dedicated to @sweetpotayto, who is actually really sweet for making me the totally fetch cover above! (Holla, Gretchen) Thanks again, love. ❤️

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"THERE'S ONLY one chip left," Mit noted casually, using her peripheral vision to surreptitiously eye the plastic bowl beside her on the couch. "I think it's fair to say that it belongs to me."

"No way. You've been plowing through them like a forklift; I should get the last one."

"It's my house."

"I bought the chips."

"I'm the lady."

"I'm the guy."

"Oh my God, Finn, that's so sexist, like I can't!"

"You started it!"

"Okay let's settle this maturely, like responsible adults," Mit declared, pushing her glasses further up the bridge of her nose before clasping her hands. "Rock, paper, scissors."

Finn rolled his eyes, but complied nevertheless, putting forth his hand. "Okay. Rock, paper—hey! I wasn't yet done! That's cheating!"

"Life's not fair," she retorted, her voice coming out muffled around the chip in her mouth.

"I feel so betrayed. You're the reason I have trust issues."

"I thought that was because Vince Brodie let you fall on the gym floor while we were doing trust exercises in the ninth grade?"

"That too. I think my left ear stopped working for like a week."

Mit laughed, reaching for her glass of water on the coffee table.

Finn looked into his own cup distastefully, and then said with a sullen tone, "Y'know, it sucks that you don't have anymore juice. I could've used it to wallow in my misery."

"Why do you think they call it Minute Maid? It only lasts a minute."

"But water is so old school."

Not really having any reply to that, or perhaps too tired to construct a comeback, Mit shrugged, leaning over the armrest of the couch as she prepared to un-pause the video game.

"I see you still hanging around Paris and her friends," Finn introduced a new topic suddenly, and she quelled the urge to sigh. "Must be really hard getting rid of a nickname in high school, huh?"

She sensed the knowing sarcasm in his tone, and realized that her fuse was almost fully burnt out, only about a few centimetres away from combustible dynamite. "Yep."