The Female Lead Is A Lesbian

"Damn it!" Noah muttered under his breath.

He bit his thumbnail in frustration and noticed that Tommy was just staring at him.

He scowled at Tommy and spat out, " What?!"

Tommy kept ogling Noah very creepily and asked, " Damn, how old are you?"

Noah looked at him, disgusted by the question. He wanted to slam the door but Tommy was still holding it open.

Tommy then said absentmindedly, " Well, you're definitely over eighteen. Definitely not a day over twenty-four. Well, I could just have someone get information on you. Then I'll be able to know everything about you."

Noah flinched and stuttered out, " No, no, no, no! A-alright, I just turned twenty about a month ago. Jeez, why do you even wanna know that! Wait, scratch that, why are you even here."

Tommy didn't answer and continued to ogle Noah and continued to speak thoughtlessly, " Damn, you're only four years younger. When I went looking for you I expected an old man. But instead, you're really cute."

Noah's cheeks immediately turned red and he stammered so severely he didn't even say any actual words, " W-wha-? Y-yo, huh?"

"And even though you're wearing baggy clothes you look like you have a s.e.xy figure. I bet if you took them off you'd be really thick." Tommy continued.

Noah's entire face, all the way to his ears turned a bright red. No one had ever called him anything other than insults, well besides Zoey.

He was now completely fl.u.s.tered but he was also creeped out at the same time. He then tried to close the door on Tommy while shouting, " Pervert! Get the hell away from me!"

"Woah, Woah, Woah! Hold on! Look I'm sorry I know that was it was inappropriate. I just say things out loud sometimes, without even thinking you know?" Tommy tried to explain while also trying to keep the door open.

"I don't care leave!" Noah yelled.

"I-, *Ugh* Damn you're stronger than you look," Tommy grunted.

"Leave or I'm gonna call the police!" Noah grunted back.

"C'mon give a guy a chance!" Tommy begged.

Noah kept pushing against the door. He knew he had to distract him so he s.u.c.k.e.d in a large amount of air and yelled, " *Ahn* BABY, HARDER!"

"Huh!?" Tommy blurted out confused and loosened his grip on the door.

Noah used this to his advantage and slammed he door shut and quickly locked the door.

"Man, this neighborhood's going to shit," Noah mumbled to himself as he wiped the sweat off his head with his hands on his knees.

He then went over to the phone and dialed 9-1-1.

While Tommy; who stood outside the door; with his hand over his mouth and his cheeks a faint pink.

He got completely distracted looking at Noah and even more so when he made those salacious sounds with that cute little mouth of his. And with his big eyes staring at him adorably.

He gulped and his eyes darkened with l.u.s.t. He shuddered and seemed to have completely forgotten the reason he had gone there in the first place.

He walked right out of the building and got into his care. He gripped the steering wheel and exhaled to calm down his dirty mind and pulled out his phone.

He quickly typed in a number and once the other person on the line picked up, he talked breathlessly, " *Haa* Hey, I need a favor. *Hoo* I need you to find everything you can on a Noah Su."

At the same time, he turned the car on with his free hand and drove off with his phone pressed against his ear.

(Meanwhile in the black van)

Zoey had drunk her whole lemonade and started to chew on the straw. She looked extremely bored and she couldn't even look at the scenes outside to pass the time since there were no windows.

Unfortunately for the other people in the van the more she got bored, the more terrified they became she would take it out on them.

So whenever he got the chance the driver would step on it.

Finally, when they arrived they could all finally breathe again.

They pulled into a stone path and followed it up to the door of a large palace.

Once they fully stopped the men couldn't get out fast enough. They quickly scrambled out of the van tumbling on to the small stones that laid on the path.

They quickly got up as Zoey stepped out of the van and hurried to the front door.

Once they did, they did an award-winning one-eighty in their demeanor.

They had stood as straight as soldiers, as nothing had happened. Zoey actually clapped and nodded her head as she said, " Wow, I am impressed! You guys have better acting than Joaquin Phoenix!"

They remained stone-faced but Zoey could still notice the slight tremor in their hands.

" No, need to be nervous. It's not like I'll take a knife and slit your throat with my non-dominant hand so they have one less way to identify me. Strip your corpses, shave your bodies, pour bleach over you, then pour gasoline on your bodies and burn you beyond recognition.

Then I'd torch all your stuff and tell any neighbors or relatives that you're moving to a remote place away from any technology." Zoey went on.

She found herself being amused by how hard the terrified men tried to keep their composure but still pitifully shivering.

One bravely stepped forward and said, " Allow me to escort you. We can't keep the boss waiting."

Zoey smiled and nodded in response while walking to the door. She thrust her empty cup into the hands of one of the men and followed the other inside.