KinnPorsche Side Story (VegasPete)

VegasPete | Chapter 6

"Nop..."

"I came here to get the tray," Nop said without bothering to go near me, but I continued to follow him until the chain began to tighten.

"Nop, please help me." Even though I knew in my heart that the chances of him helping me were small, I wanted to try my best.

"I brought an air freshener as well. Vegas is a perfectionist. He doesn't like the smell of food in his bedroom. Oh... And you made the bed like that. Be careful, he might slap you again. This looks like a mess. Everything in the room must be perfect." That was all he said and immediately closed the door to my face.

"What the hell?!" I cursed angrily. I went back to the foot of the bed. I looked at the bed linens that was placed neatly by the corner. "I feel like it's going to wrinkle. Damn! Do I have to iron these now? Fuck!" I exclaimed as I sat down on the bed and questioned him in my mind.

What am I doing here?! Vegas, that bastard! What's good about his life?! He was only good-looking, but everything else was awful! I kept thinking and looking around the room where everything was kept. Keep it organized and tidy, huh? If I didn't, it'll probably make Vegas erupt again. He must really be a perfectionist. If he saw something he didn't like, he'd probably go insane like a crazy person. Huh, it must be like that.

So I managed to go and re-arrange all the books on the shelves. I took everything from its place and put them all in disarray. And the clothes inside the wardrobe, I'm going to tear them all apart until nothing's left. Just wait and see!

I stared at my masterpiece with a proud smile. His room! It was all a mess. The clothes in the closet were spilling out, all colors mixed in together. The bed linens were all crumpled. Wait and see, he's going to come back and go insane. Haha! He'll make a grumpy face and the blood vessels in his brain will burst. After that, he'll go rampant. After the rampage, he'll...

Shit! What the hell am I doing?! Why would I want him to be upset? I'm the one who's going to get doomed. Damn! You're stupid, Pete! Geez!

20 minutes later, I had went and finally put everything back in its place. Dammit! Now I was twice as tired. All I had to do was follow him so he'd get bored. If he was upset, he'd want to beat up Pete. Don't play his game!

The whole day I spent every minute tidying the room for him! If there was a ruler so I could measure how precise everything would be, I'd use it this minute! I lay on bed in exhaustion. Making it all messy was easy. Why was it so hard to clean it all up?

Screech~ The sound of the bedroom door being opened. I was startled, then I sat up and leaned my head against the bed's headboard.

"No... I'll send you some of my files tonight... You don't have to come, I'm a little busy. Let's meet tomorrow. Yeah," Vegas talked to his phone and casually placed a tray of food on the sofa. I started to look left and right, my body's movement were automatic. I was so paranoid that it couldn't be controlled.

"Sigh, I have to take the exam. The report has to be submitted. Bye." After he hung up, Vegas cursed out loud.

"..." I remained silent, staring fearfully at his actions.

"Come and eat this food. I'll feed it to you," the bastard Vegas looked at me. That just made my spine tingle instantly.

"..." I sat still, not daring to move. Every part of my body tensed up until they were almost cramping.

"I said, eat!" Vegas repeated his words, raising his voice.

I followed my plan in my head. I didn't argue, didn't resist, didn't speak or demand anything. It was easy to do. Even though I looked somewhat reluctant, I tried to make my face look normal as possible.