Chapter 50—

"Why are we fixing the door again?" Zheme glared over at Lexie for the seventh time, she had been asking him the same question since the technicians came and lord knows he wanted to bang her head in a wall. "Stop talking to me." "No." Lexie countered, frail arms that Zheme wanted to just break folding with confidence across her chest. "Just tell me, pleaseeeeeee." Sighing in misery, frustration and annoyance, Zheme decided to fess, maybe then she'd actually shut her radio mouth. "Because it's old fashioned and its not openable from the inside." "So?" 'Another stupid question.' Sighing again, Zheme pivoted on his feet, walking in the opposite direction. "Leave me alone." Grinning, Lexie tied her hair in a bun, feet skipping behind Zheme's. "Please, I just want to know." "Well you want to know too much." "Please, just tell me." Sighing, Zheme stopped in his track, his lack of movement making Lexie bump into his back. "What if they wanna go outside after coming in?" Lexie shrugged her sho