A Girl From Hell, Chapter 3

Nothing new! See the first chapter for the disclaimer.

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The girl stomped around Jack’s lair, glaring at the ground. Jack sat on a stool, welding together the pieces of his robots that remained. The girl stopped in front of a damaged robot head.

“Can I kick this?” She asked.

“Sure. Whatever.” Jack waved his hand absently at her. The girl drew her foot back and kicked the head against the wall, which it bounced off of, then landed on the couch. Jack flipped his welding mask up to look at the head. It had a large dent in it.

“That was steel,” he said.

“And my foot kind of hurts,” the girl said. She plunked down right where she was standing, folded her legs, and rested her chin of her fist. “I totally had them.”

“Yeah, well, that’s not what I saw. Face it.” Jack looked down at her.

“Fine. I was losing,” she said. She picked idly at the new rip in her pants that framed a large, but shallow cut. Jack stood up from his stool, walked over to her, then sat down.

“So. What’s your name?” he asked.

“What does it matter?”

“You thought it mattered earlier.” The girl sighed, then picked a little more intensely at the tear in her pants.

“Haley. It’s a stupid, girly name. I know. So go ahead and get your laughs out.”

“I think it’s a cute name.” Haley looked up at Jack, who grinned. She stuck her tongue out at him.

“Well, I’m not cute.”

“Are you suuuuure?” Jack wiggled his eyebrows. She glared at him.

“I’m a demon, remember?” Jack stood up and stuck out his lower lip.

“Fine!” he said. “Don’t accept my compliment.” He walked back over to his stool, then started welding the robot, again. Haley looked up at boy’s back.

“Jack?” she said. He stopped welding and raised his head.

“Yeah?” he said without turning around.

“Thank you.” Jack waved a hand dismissively.

“No problem.”