CRYBABY | mitch rapp ✔️

07. 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭

CHAPTER SEVEN.
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Being suspended from school was already boring.

Quite rightfully so, Angeline wasn't allowed to leave the house while she was temporarily kicked out of school, so the only thing she could do was her school work. She'd already swam enough yesterday, and there was nothing new on Netflix for her to enjoy anymore.

Angeline felt like Coraline at the start of that film; huge house, nothing to do inside it. Except, she didn't exactly feel like going around and counting all of the windows in the house.

"I'm bored."

Mitch glanced up when he heard the soft voice from the doorway of the security room. His eyebrows furrowed together and he stopped fiddling with the pen between his fingers whilst he read, shooting Angeline a look.

"I'm working," he replied in the same tone.

Angeline released an exasperated sigh. "Look, I've been doing a lot of thinking recently. I don't think you're that bad. I like you most out of everybody in this house, so maybe I'll stop being an arse to you."

Mitch raised his brows at her, glancing back down at his work. "Good for you."

His bluntness and stern personality frustrated Angeline like nothing else. She preferred people that actually said what they were thinking, that loved to hang out with her and make her laugh. Now that she thought about it, Angeline liked people like herself.

Mitch seemed like the opposite of her. She couldn't stop talking, he never spoke. Angeline had opinions about everything, Mitch wasn't allowed to think subjectively with his job. She was sure he had a personality somewhere beneath the tight black tee and shaggy hair, and Angeline wanted to know it.

Without saying anything, the brunette pulled out one of the spare office chairs next to Mitch and sat down in it. She scooted it across the length of the office until she found the other one, resting her feet on it.

"Like a bed made of chairs," Angeline hummed, looking up to see if he was paying attention.

He wasn't.

Challenge accepted.

"I like your hair," she said, moving the spinny chair closer to him. "My brother used to have hair like that when he was fat. Then he got all buff and shit and he has that douchey hairstyle now."

Mitch looked up at her at this, hazel eyes stern and brows raised. "Are you calling me fat?"

Angeline's eyes widened. "Wha- What? No!" She spluttered. "I was just trying to start a conversation with you since you don't wanna talk to me much."

The dark-haired man said nothing else but looked back down at the paperwork sprawled out on the desk. It looked like too much work for Angeline who had been solving math equations in her bedroom since eight this morning.

"I don't think you're trying to be boring, Mitch, but you kind of are," Angeline said casually, grabbing a pen from the desk and fiddling with it. "I have an idea, though. We should get to know each other."

An idea that could reveal things about Mitch that Angeline had been dying to know. Like, did he have any family? What made him work for her dad? What kind of music did he listen to-- or was his whole life just as silent as him?

"I have an idea, too," Mitch replied. "We keep our relationship strictly professional by learning nothing about each other whatsoever."

Angeline frowned at that. "Isn't it your job to know stuff about me?"