Protecting Mr. Wimp *Editing*

Chapter 3.

Protecting Mr. Wimp.

Chapter 3.

Have you ever had those moments when you just want to murder someone? If yes, than you would know what Gina is suffering through right now.

"I'm tired."

"I'm hungry."

"I feel sore!"

Gina was gritting her teeth and gripping the wheel so tight that her knuckles turned white, Michael didn't shut up for a second, he's been whining ever since they left his house and she's not sure if they'll be able to reach the hotel room Mr. Travis had booked for them without killing Michael first. It had only been an hour and he was whining already.

"I'm hungry!" he whined.

She growled lowly, 'Don't rip his head off, Gina. You can make it!' She chanted to herself.

"Stop the car, please!" he whined again.

She gripped the wheel harder and gritted her teeth, 'Just a little longer.' she tried to calm herself.

"I'm really hungry!" he groaned.

"Shut up! Just, shut. Up!" she finally snapped.

"Why? It's not like you're stopping any sooner, and I'm getting way too hungry." 

"Yes, you're right. I'm not stopping any sooner, but if you'll continue to torment me with your horrible whining I assure you, I will not hesitate to rip your head off!" She growled.

He was taken aback by her sudden outburst but regained his composure; he doesn't need to be afraid of her, "I'm sure you're hungry as well."

She rolled her eyes, "Please, I can go days without food, unlike some people." she made a face at him.

"Right." he snorted.

"You don't believe me?" she shot a glare at him.

"I never said that." he smirked at her.

"But you implied It." she shot back.

"Whatever you say, your highness." he sang.

"You-" she was cut off by a loud grumbling sound and realized that it was her stomach, yes... she was as hungry as Michael, probably more, but she didn't want to sound like a whiny kid.

Michael burst out laughing, gasping for breath and clutching his sides, he was laughing so hard that tears started flowing from his eyes and Gina blushed as she looked away, the grumbling in her stomach had ruined everything for her.

"Shut up." she muttered.

"What happened to surviving days without food?" he asked, smiling smugly at her. He had won this time.

"I'm human you know." she huffed.

"What a surprise, I didn't think you were." she glared at him and he smiled at her innocently, "Now, stop the car at some nearby food place, we're getting something to eat." she didn't argue this time and he grinned as he leaned back into his seat. Maybe this trip wouldn't be so bad after all.

*

Michael was practically inhaling his food. Gina looked at him with disgust, he was such a messy eater, his food was flying all over the place, "What?" he talked with his mouth full.

She covered her face a bit with one hand, "Didn't you ever learn table manners?"

He shrugged, "I didn't felt the need to."