Mr and Mrs Nemesis✔️

Chapter Two - Peperoni Pizza Scarf

"It'll have to be next week. I'm booked up with detentions." Accepting of my conditions, she nods and begins rattling on about the group outfits that she, myself and our other girlfriend Nat could wear. As it was devils last year, it's out of the question to do a repeat, obviously, so I'm sure I hear the suggestions of nurses, cheerleaders, police officers, which only forces me to interject. "You know Halloween is supposed to be scary. Why don't we dress like the people from the purge!" I suggest with shrill excitement.

Seb scoffs and looks me up and down. "If you think I'm letting you go to a party with alcohol wielding a weapon, you're hugely mistaken."

"What are you, my guardian?" I drawl sarcastically.

He grins at me, theatrically drawing a halo above his head with his fingers, earning a chuckle from me. "Didn't you know, I'm going as an angel this year." I raise a brow at him but smile all the same. "Now, your angel says, behave." Confused, I turn to follow the direction of his gaze, immediately wishing I hadn't. With Hendrix sauntering up towards us, I can't help but wonder if this boy actually has a death wish. He was on the receiving end of my fury this morning, wasn't he? "Hey Eli." Seb greets.

Elijah nods curtly at him and Collins, firing a suggestive smile at Lena. Of course, she blushes – the hopeless woman – and coughs awkwardly when she becomes victim to my stare. "What do you want Hendrix?" I ask.

I tilt my head to look up at him, jaw clenched so much that it aches. "I've come to apologise." He says lowly, in a way that almost sounds sincere. I frown. This isn't usually how our interactions go, so I look around avidly, searching for some sort of trap. Like a flying flour bomb – believe me, it's happened. There isn't anything though, apart from a couple of his lackies watching us to evaluate the current calamity of the situation, ready to swoop in if things go sour.

"Apology not accepted." I snap, taking a rather vicious bite from my pizza slice. "Now piss off." He doesn't though, so I groan in agony. "Look Hendrix, we were enjoying quite the pleasant lunchtime before you showed your face and made us all want to barf up, so can you make it quick?" I seethe. His jaw twitches at my hostile tone, itching to offer a witty retort of some sort, but then something shifts. His face relaxes and his stupid green eyes begin to twinkle with amusement. "What?" I spit out through gritted teeth.

"Well, I came asking for my jumper back." He says in a whisper, as if to preserve the last remaining shreds of my dignity. I narrow my eyes at him, noticing that he's once again wearing his smoothie stained shirt.

"No."

"Charlie!" Alena gasps. "Don't be so rude." I roll my lips into a fine line, working hard to suppress the rage that's already boiling, bubbling viciously inside me.

"It's not his jumper! He wanted it, I needed it. You don't understand," I grit. "I can't take it off."

Seb looks at me confused, but Lena seems to catch my drift, her mouth falling open in realisation. Hendrix chortles and aids in helping both Collins and Seb in understanding my current predicament. "It's alright Osborne. You've got decent tits, shouldn't be embarrassed to show them off."

With the thinnest, most taut smile on my face, I stand. I take a piece of Seb's pizza, ignoring his calls of resistance, and slap it across Hendrix's face. "My tits are fantastic, you prick." With a tomato puree makeover, he scowls at me, reaching forward to take food from my own plate, but I catch his wrist. "Lets not."

"You just bitch slapped me with a pizza!" He protests.

Much to my surprise, it's Alena that comes to my defence. "Completely justified. Where are your manners – talking about a woman's boobs? If you had a little respect Elijah, maybe fewer people would feel compelled to wrap a peperoni pizza around your head." Just as my eyebrows raise, so do Elijah's. I turn back to him, self-righteous grin on my face, and emphatically release his hand.