enemies flames - lrh

two.

I look up at the building in disgust.

In fact, I definitely don't hide it as I'm sure I have an evident scowl on my face, staring at it like it's my own form of personal hell... which in all honesty, it may as well be. After all, it's the building that I have to walk into and be babysat while suffering the consequences of my drunken actions. 

It's bullshit that they're forcing me into this, and I have no interest whatsoever in being here right now.

Especially as I had far too much to drink last night and I'm facing a hangover that in no way goes hand in hand with sitting out in the sun all day and building a fucking shed. That sounds like the worst hungover activity known to man.

I want nothing more than to just walk away and be as far from here as possible, but unfortunately, I know that's just going to screw me over more. The quicker I do this, the quicker I'm done with it.

Sighing, I run a hand through my hair after having thrown on a backward snapback, an old white t-shirt, and ripped black jeans, knowing that I'm going to be getting dirty today while doing this. I walk towards the building, approaching the door and opening it quickly. Shortly after, I hear the sound of kids making me cringe considering I've never liked kids. 

In fact, I can't stand to be around them. They put me in a horrible mood.

    As I drudge through the entrance, I'm quickly met with an office where a secretary sits, typing away at her computer as she blocks me from entering anywhere else in this foster home. 

    Clearing my throat, I walk up and stare at her waiting for her to acknowledge me as I don't want to waste any more time than necessary. Just to my luck, she doesn't seem to notice me in the slightest as she hums to herself and continues to type.

    I clear my throat again, louder than the last time and I raise my eyebrows at her.

    She looks up, seeming to snap out of her daze with a smile on her face as she says, "Oh, hello!"

    Not in the mood for introductions, I say, "I'm here for Lennon Andrews."

    The secretary looks back down, flipping through some book clearly trying to figure out who I am and why I'm looking for this girl. I don't offer her any more information while I tap my fingers against the desk in front of me. 

    "Luke Hemmings?"

    I nod my head, knowing she's inwardly glaring at me with everything in her. I'm sure everyone was warned of my coming as they all advised every worker that I'm the one who burnt down the arts center. 

Hopefully it'll keep people from communicating with me.

    "She hasn't come in yet, she should be here any minute now. Feel free to take a seat, young man," she says sweetly as she points toward the seats behind me.

    I resist the urge to roll my eyes once I'm turned away from her considering I have to wait here for this person to come in. Then again, that just means I have a shorter day. I just don't want her to keep me waiting because I didn't come here to sit in this office all day. 

    Now she's wasting my time.

    Then again, I'm the villain here, and I have full confidence that this Lennon lady will make sure I know that. Judging by the rest of the staff, I'm sure she's an old crank that will do nothing but remind me that I'm a horrible person that deserves all the punishment coming my way.

     I take a seat in one of the chairs, stretching out my legs as I try to figure out a way to occupy myself while I wait on this person to get here. Taking my phone out, I scroll through it to see a text from the guys in our group chat that certainly is enough to keep me somewhat occupied.