Lucille's POV He stared blankly at me with the same grin until I just dropped my clipboard on the floor and scooted closer to him.

If he wanted to play.

Then I'd play.

"What do you think I'm hiding?"

One eyebrow cocks up as he leans so close that I could feel his breath ghost over my mouth.
"Who you are... it's not like you changed your name and got plastic surgery, but you're being someone you're not."

I didn't want that to get in my mind but it bubbled in and annoyedly fizzed in there. He could tell.

He nods to himself.
"Have we struck a nerve here?"

"Oh, Mr. Biersack," I grit my teeth.
"You have no idea."

"I bet," He dug in his pocket and pulled out a box of cigarettes, a lighter tucked inside. As he lit the end and took a long inhale, he flicked the ashes on the floor.
"If you were yourself," He blew the cloud in my face but I refused to flinch.
"You wouldn't have to remember anything and wouldn't have such a temper."

I tried to not hear him but his words burned through me like the tip of the cigarette.

"Here," He pushes the bud in between my lips but I puff, not inhale.
"Someone has experience." He smiles.
"Tell me about yourself."

"Mr. Biersack, I don't think that would be appropriate." I sat up straight and crossed my arms.

He spit in his other palm, pressing the ignited end into it.
Well damn.

"You know what else isn't ap-" He turns around and growls quietly. "Shut up..."
"Ms. Jacobs, you know what else isn't appropriate, being the exact opposite of who you actually are. To me, that's pretty fucked up."
Walking to the door he stops and looks at me for a second.

"You have a wonderful night, now."

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