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—& ❛CHAPTER FIVE. brian e. rigby ❜
The second day of work seemed less stressful. As he was not woken up by the annoying voice of Abrielle Rigby shouting into the megaphone. Alex actually got to enjoy a somewhat peaceful morning, eating his breakfast. He was sitting at the table, trying to see the TV in the living room while chewing on some cold pancakes.
The football game on the TV was an old one, the one his granddad recorded years ago when they got the TV recorder for the first time. It never failed to disappoint him as he would hum in happiness every time the game would go in favour of his favorite team.
The morning was so calm Alex found himself stunned by the shinning TV. He was so concentrated he didn't hear light footsteps, climbing into the house through the opened kitchen window. The girl tiptoed her entrance. Jumping behind him, she wrapped her hand around his mouth, holding him in a tight grip against the chair.
"You've got one try to guess who it is," she whispered into his ear, causing his wide opened eyes to shift into a glare.
"I will bite your fingers off" he mumbled against her hand.
"You wouldn't dare, Turner," she replied, getting on his eyes level, "You actually thought I wasn't gonna check on you."
"Yeah... Finally a morning without your annoying voice waking me up in the early in the morning!"
"Good luck, cause that's not gonna happen any time soon."
