"What's so bad about being nice?" I ask as I twist around a bit in my seat.
"Nothing," he replies dismissively. "Just don't get used to it."
"Trust me, I won't. That's one nice thing. It doesn't compare to all the mean stuff you do," I retort pointedly and he scoffs immediately following my words.
"I do a lot of nice things," he informs me.
"Oh yeah, like what?" I inquire with a dubious look on my face.
"Well for one, I let you sleep here," he acknowledges.
"It's Maya's apartment, too," I remind him once more.
"If I really wanted to, I could talk to her and tell her I don't want you sleeping here," he replies. I glare at him as he continues. "Also, I could always just lock the door from the inside."
"Then tell her you don't want me here. And lock the door," I retort as I tie my arm
