Chapter 17 Chapter 16

"Hey, stop staring at me like that." The boy squirmed in his seat. Melanie was gaping at him openly and he felt awkward about it. He had always been conscious of his too cute face which people always 'awwed'. "Yeah, you're cute. You're fucking cute." He rolled his eyes he was almost used to that reaction but at least she didn't 'aww', that irritated him more than anything. "How old are you?" Melanie asked then covered her mouth, she wasn't sure if it was appropriate to ask a boy his age, especially one that was a kidnapper. He smiled to let her know it was alright. "I'm 17." He mumbled quietly. "Wow, that's fucking young." "Do you add 'fuck' to everything you say?" "Oh,I wasn't aware I was saying it." She shrugged then put the biscuit in her mouth to distract her from the awkward conversation. They were both silent for a while as Melanie munched on the dry biscuits, she wondered what made them that