5

“Train me.”

“No.”

“Why not.”

“Because you’re a girl.” I glared at him because of that. He seemed frightened for a second before composing himself and continued to feed the chickens they managed to keep.

“Why,” I narrowed my eyes at him while he tried to busy himself with tending the animals.

“You’re supposed to be protected.”

“Why.”

“You’re a lady. A lady must not lift a finger.”

“Why.”

“Because it’s the right thing!” Jayce exclaimed, growing exasperated.

“Why,” He huffed and tried to escape. For my personality of the day, I was a needy b*tch that won’t stop until she gets what she wants. Usually, I would’ve stopped when he said his reason (probably because I’ll be too frustrated with the misogynistic thinking to continue pestering him). But f