Stubborn

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I stubbornly sat on the bed, crossing my arms over my chest. There was no way I was leaving. And there was no way I was staying either. Quite a peculiar situation really.

"Tell me when you're ready to leave" I fake yawned, lying down on the bed with my hands behind my head looking up at the dark haired boy and his determined eyes.

He looked down at me with a very neutral expression that managed to say many things at once.

"Likewise" he said , laying down on the bed, squeezing in next to me. His little friend stood watching in the doorway.

I shot right up and shoved him off.
" What. Are. You. Doing. I glared at him.

His mouth morphed into a fake yawn.
Why was everyone acting today?

"I'm seriously getting bored of this. You can either leave or stay. I'm sure the staff can help carry your suitcase out" he replied with not a hint of guilt in his voice

"You...you! I told you! I am not leaving" I spit out frustrated.

"Yes I heard you. Then stay" he repeats.

"Why should I stay with you! I told you a thousand times, this is my room. Ask the crew if you want to and they'll throw you out in record time" crossing my arms I manage to keep my voice steady but inside my nerves are killing me.
He gets up slowly and looks at me, his eyes have a hint of an emotion I can't recongnize..

"Call the crew? The whole crew knows who and what I am and if I tell them this is my room then it is. Simple as that. Sorry cherie but I think you're the one who's going to be kicked out in record time" he states, leaning against the backboard.

I glare at him.

You have to fix this Tina.

"Oh yeah? Well guess what buddy, you don't know who I am! I'll get back to you.. this isn't over!" I huff and grab my suitcase, headed for the door.

He sits on the bed unbothered. Is that a small smile I see? For heavens sake, he looks amused!

Who exactly is this guy?

As I near the door his friend tips his hat at me with a crooked smile on his face.
I very considerably knock it off his head with an even sweeter smile of my own.
I hear laughing as I storm away.

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