Outsmart (G/T)

Watching

POV: Nolan Queen

I shouldn't be here. I can't be here. I'm not allowing myself to be here. I can't run away though, I'm cornered.

"So, tell me about yourself." He says from above. "You know, why you're here, how you connected with Laurie, why you don't go and get your own damn home, that kind of stuff."

"I did try and go get my own damn home, but you brought me back here," I retort. His hands aren't on me yet, but he's tensing up with anger.

"Why did you come here in the first place?"

"I'm out of money. Broke as the old drywall," I smile and he goes slightly pink. "I saw an article about what humans are starting to do so I wanted to take part. I'm not scared of giants, anyway."

"You're not?" he asks.

"No, why should I be?"

"I could kill you right now if I wanted to," he explains, deadpanned.

"But you won't."

"True. You win that part of this."

"Why do you hate humans?" I ask, changing the subject.

"They ruin shit all the time. I've always worked a lot, you know? And humans don't work nearly as hard, and they're given credit for everything while we look out to be horrible people."

"We work hard as shit, actually. Over the past 30 years, we've grown as a society so much, we're finally equal with you. It makes sense fo us to start mixing our societies together."

"Hell no, I'm not lowering my expectations to work with humies," he looks away.

"To work with what now?"

"I said it, humie. Hyoooomeeeee." He extends the slur and gets down to my level, his head on his hands.

-next little part inspired by a comment by @I_Like_Cookiez under Plans chapter-

"You motherfucker." I charge at him and realize halfway through my run that this won't end well. Just as I begin to slow, he grabs me by the back of my shirt and lifts me up. I hold onto the neck to not choke and he simply backs me up and sets me down again.

"Cute." He smiles again. There's no way out. "Here, let me take a photo of you to send to Laurie. Let her know we're friends now." He pulls out his phone, taller than me and four times as wide to take a photo, luckily without flash. I don't prepare in time.

"Looking good, she'll be happy to see you," he tells me, staring at his screen.