Blaine Sousa:
A man who doesn't care about others opinions.
Cassandra Harper:
A woman who cares a little too much about what people think of her.
When a turn of events brings two strangers together once more it could be lethal, especially in his lin...
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"Blaine." I say, knocking on the door for what feels like the hundredth time.
I know for a fact he's in his office, unless he's gone in a secret tunnel (which I wouldn't put it past him) then he's ignoring me
"I swear to-" The door swings open to reveal an annoyed looking Blaine.
"Now, now, no need to swear." He says.
"Don't fucking tell me what to do. If you'd have answered the door the first fucking time I fucking knocked there'd be no reason for me to swear." I say barging past him and into the room.
I don't miss his eye roll as he shuts the door behind me.
"Anyone ever tell you you've got a big mouth?"
"Anyone ever tell you you've got a big ego?" I reply.
"I get that a lot actually." He says walking to his desk. "So why are you banging on my door and cursing at me?" He asks sitting back on his chair. I sit opposite him and he looks at me expectantly.
"You said that there we're messages. I've been thinking-"
"That's dangerous." He adds in.
"-it wouldn't hurt for me to take a look at the messages."
"It's pointless, they're just nonsense." He states. Why is he so difficult?
"Maybe you just need a new perspective."
He stands up and unlocks one of his drawers with a key.
"If you can make sense of this nonsense then good on you." He says handing me the pages of printed out messages.
I stand up to leave when he stops me.
"I'm sure I don't need to stress how important it is that you keep them hidden, right?" He asks.
"Got it. I'll lock my door when I look at them."
"Take this folder to conceal them while you're walking to your room." He says before handing me a plastic folder. It's almost like he....cares.
I slip the sheets of paper into the folder before promptly leaving to go back to my room.
I successfully get to my room without bumping into anyone. I make sure to shut and lock the door behind me.
I sit on the bed and take the five sheets of paper out of the folder and place them neatly onto my bed.
Frinkles jumps up and onto the bed, curious as to what I'm looking at.
