Protecting Mr. Wimp *Editing*

Chapter 12.

Protecting Mr. Wimp

Chapter 12

"It was your fault." Michael grumbled angrily.

Gina glared at him, "You shouldn't have stepped on my feet, idiot."

"Your feet shouldn't have gotten in the way of my feet, Miss Perfect."

"You're the one that suggested to dance in the first place!"

"You could've said no!"

"You could've asked someone else!"

"How would've you protected me if I had gone with someone else?"

"That was none of your concern."

"My life is my concern."

"But my job isn't."

"I'm trying to help a bit."

"Did I even ask for your help?"

"You make it pretty obvious that you won't either."

Gina had no answer to that, it was true, she would never ask for anyone's help. They always leave at the time you need them the most, so why ask for help in the first place? She's better off alone.

Averting her eyes from his face, she didn't argue any further. Feeling defeated and a bit frustrated.

A few minutes later, Michael muttered, "It's still your fault."

Her head snapped at his direction, scowling. 'That's it! He's so dead now!' She thought, cracking her knuckles.

Michael backed up a little and swallowed, 'Oh man, I think I pushed it too far.' He thought as his eyes widened in horror when Gina took a menacing step towards him, 'Oh dear Lord, help me!'

How did this happen? Well, let's start from the beginning...

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She clutched onto Michael's arm, cutting off his circulation while he was gritting his teeth, trying hard to stay calm and composed although some people told him to go and use the bathroom if he was in pain, including Gina, which resulted in him being a bit peeved. What's their problem? Try being in his shoes and they'll now what it's like having your arm bruised.

 He wondered why she was so nervous, she was clutching onto his arm like her life depended on it. Was she afraid of the people? If that's so then, it wasn't like they were going to throw grenades at her. Even if they tried, they'll regret it for sure. This was Gina we were talking about.

A woman passed by them, giving them a curt nod. Michael nodded back in acknowledgement while Gina clutched his arm harder. This time he winced and yanked his arm out of her grasp, rubbing his arm, he hissed, "What's wrong with you? Why are you so nervous?"

She looked at him nervously and stuttered, "I-I'm not n-nervous."

He snorted, "Yeah, right."

She scowled, crossing her arms, "Have you ever been to a place where you don't belong?"

He furrowed his eyebrows at her, not getting what she meant. "Uh, no?"

"Then you won't understand." She snapped, stalking off to the dinner table where the dinner was just about to be served.

He stared at her back, completely confused. 'Why does she feel out of place?' He thought as he followed her to the dinner table.

She was already seated so he took an empty chair beside her. She was glaring at everything and anything, she didn't even notice that he had taken a seat beside her. His mom had told the maid's to start serving the food and they started bringing the food inside the dining hall.