Chapter 10.

"For the record, I don't feel bad for you."

"Why thank you Cash, I'd feel bad if you did, haha."

My hands balled into fists.

The last half hour walking alongside Mr. Richy-Rich had been the worst thirty minutes of my life. He just didn't know when to shut-up! From old childhood stories to teenage years overseas, I'd learned more about him than I'd ever known about anyone else! And I could give a shit about all those memories and happy moments in his life- I didn't want to know any of them in the first place and yet there he was, laughing and smiling fondly as he forced them onto me.

He was driving me nuts.

"Well, I hope you get blisters." I shot back, my mouth curled into a tight scowl.

"Um, I'd be troubled if I did. Although I do hike a lot. I like to get my cardio in when I can so I'm pretty confident I won't."

I grit my teeth, digging my nails deep into the fleshy palms of my hands.

I couldn't understand him. I just couldn't.

Every scorn-filled comment I shot his way was met with a