Emily blinked back the surprise at his sudden outburst and coolly responded, "What's with the change of attitude, Duncan? Now you're trying to kiss up to me?"
Kyle scoffed trying to mask the embarrassment he felt at the slip of words as casually as possible. He quickly retorted, "Yeah right. Like I'll ever sink that low. I was just being sarcastic. Your voice is annoying as hell, and I was trying to figure out how to get you to stop nagging."
Emily let out a small sigh as she dug her nails into the palm of her hand. "Right. Well, I'll get out of your hair once we finish the campus tour."
"How long is this going to take?" He said with a huff. His embarrassment had grown into irritation and he attacked her unabashedly, "I don't think I can stand another second with you."
"You say that as though you think I'm enjoying walking you around the school like I'm your baby sitter or something," muttered Emily. "Once I know you got a good grasp of the school, I'll be more than happy to leave you alone. I have more than enough on my plate, and I don't need an overgrown baby to watch over as well," Emily said scathingly getting really tired of his act.
"Don't call me a fucking baby," glowered Kyle.
"You're certainly acting like one," said Emily with a glare. "And do not use profanity on this campus."
"Fuck fuck fuck fuck shit bitch fuck fucking shit bitches," began ranting Kyle in a deadpan voice before Emily stuffed a bar of soap into his mouth.
His eyes widened in shock before spitting it out.
"What the hell is your problem?" He said, his eyes stinging as he spat out the lavender flavored soap.
"Do not swear on this campus or you will eat soap," warned Emily.
"God, you're just as nasty as they said you are," glowered Kyle as he wiped his mouth.
"You're worse than I expected you to be," retorted Emily.
"Those girls back there knew an awful lot about you. I have to say, I really misread you," he said with a scowl.
"What are you talking about?" Emily asked irritably. She felt like she was walking into a trap but it was too late now.
"Who the hell do you think you are Emily Schuster?" He asked pointedly. She hated how her name sounded on his lips.
"Does wearing that stupid pin and carrying that book give you the right to treat the rest of the students like this? You have absolutely zero qualifications to be ordering us around," said Kyle challengingly.
"Oh, you think I like having to dole out demerits and handing out these things?" Said Emily as she shook the pink forms in his face. "Trust me when I say I would LOVE it if students followed the rules so that I don't have to give out consequences," said Emily.
"Rules, rules, rules, that's all that's on your mind. But back to my question at hand. Who the hell do you think you are?" He glared at her, "Apparently, you're dirt poor and have no talent to speak of." He said slowly pausing to assess her reaction. Her face remained impassive. "They couldn't help but wonder how you got into this school then. I mean, it is supposed to be for the elite, right?"
"It is for those who excel, yes," said Emily stiffly.
"Exactly. What do you excel at, dweeb? Besides being a insufferable warden," Kyle jabbed. "I'll tell you what I heard. Natasha thinks that you must excel in bed or how else would've the school let you in?"
"Are you accusing me of sleeping with the vice principal to get into this school?" She fumed.
"Not accusing, just wondering," sneered Kyle. "It's just interesting to see how your only source of power comes from the fact that you're that pathetic vice principal's pet."
"I am not his pet," she retorted hotly. "Nor would I ever sleep with him."
"I believe you," he said disinterestedly. "I can't imagine what kind of man would be interested in sleeping with a dork like you. What I think is this," he folded his hands as though ready to give a presentation, "In this school, I'm sure those rules that you worship are the only things that provide you with any sense of purpose."
His eyes flashed maliciously, "I can't imagine how worthless I would feel when I go to this school if I were in your position. Poor. Connectionless. Talentless. Ugly. No wonder you're so obsessed with rules. Those rules are the only source of power you have. Cling on to those rules, dweeb. Cause those are the only things you got," he finished coldly as he flicked the silver pin that said "prefect" condescendingly.
"Just don't expect me to follow it," he finished as he walked away.
Remember Emily. He's not worth the trouble. He's just a rude, obscene, spoiled brat who will only bring me down if I give him the chance.
Even with that chant in her head, she was ignited with fury and gave him a death defying glare. She hadn't felt this angry since... well, since she had left the gang. Yes, she was poorer than 99.9% of the school. Yes, she didn't look like the models or actors that walked the hallways like it was a catwalk. Yes, she didn't know the president of France nor did she have an uncle that was a film producer. Yet she had never ever used the rules as her crutches to support herself. Nor would she ever purposely attack a student to feel good. The fact that he thought students were a prey to her incensed her. It incensed her because she had been told something similar before. His cold voice rang in her ear, people are prey to you. How else would you murder so easily?
"Look, Duncan," she said venomously as she strode over and blocked his path. "I'm honored that you took so much time to psychoanalyze me. But let me just clarify the bits you got wrong. I would never use the rules as an excuse to harm students or act as if I'm better than them. I'm here to make sure that the students stay safe and that the traditions of this school are kept. Yes, I may be poor, connectionless, and ugly as you so kindly pointed out but at least I'm not so pathetic that I need to buy my way to get into this school. You came here because no where else would take a insufferable jerk like you."
Emily noted that Kyle's expression was slowly getting more and more irritated, but kept ranting, "It's clear to me that you don't like me, and I'm positively certain I don't like you. So, let's strike a deal. You do your part, I'll do mine. As long as you don't get yourself into trouble, we won't have to cross paths. If you get into trouble then I will track you down and make sure that you rue that day for the rest of your life." By the end of her rant, she was centimeters away from his face her finger jabbing into his chest.
He glowered at her, "Well then, prepare lots of punishments for me dweeb cause there's no if's. Hopefully, with all the quality time that is bound to come, there will come a day when I don't want to gouge my eyes out every time I look at you," he sneered.
"You can count on it," Emily steamed. "Now, before I have to decide whether to strangle your neck or mine, lets hurry and get this tour over and done with."
He let out a hmph that she took as agreement.
xx
Emily and Kyle walked in silence when Candace Morales walked up to them completely oblivious of the surrounding tension.
"Hi Emily," said Candace cheerily. Candace Morales was a pretty brunette whose parents owned an international bakery chain that specialized in Cuban desserts. She was active as the first chair violinist in the school orchestra and was also the secretary of the the student council. "You have a second?"
Emily cleared her throat, "yeah, how can I help?"
Candace rucked her hair behind her head and dug through her binder. "So it turns out class 411 is doing the same thing for the school festival as your home room so we need your home room to switch your concept because they got approved first."
Dang it, thought Emily. Her home room had barely agreed on the karaoke cafe and they had to switch it again.
Emily sighed, "okay, thanks for letting me know."
Candace smiled warmly. "Don't you worry, I'll definitely approve your next idea ASAP. Just send a new form in."
"Thanks Candace," said Emily with a wary grin.
"Oh yeah," Candace dug through her pocket and pulled out a shiny bag. "My dad created some new options for our macarons. Try some."
Emily's eyes sparkled. "Thank you," she said with a wide smile. Emily loved Candace's family's baked goods. Well, she loved sweets in general.
Candace glanced over at Kyle. He ignored her. "Hi, you must be the new student," said Candace warmly.
Kyle looked at her disinterestedly.
Candace smiled uncomfortably before digging through her bag. "I have some more macarons if you'd like some," she said.
Kyle scoffed, "like I want to fatten myself up with sweets."
Emily glowered at him before turning back to Candace. "Ignore him Candace. Thank you again."
"Of course," said Candace.
"Watch out!" Yelled a voice.
Kyle glanced up to see a ball flying towards them. He quickly dodged but noticed that Candace was frozen to the spot. Suddenly, Emily leapt up and jumped in front of Candace. There was a loud THWACK as Emily used her book of rules to send the baseball flying.
She landed back on the ground before turning back to Candace. "You okay?"
Candace nodded shakily. "I'm gonna go give that student a piece of my mind," said Emily furiously. Emily ran towards the student who had hit the baseball scowling.
"What the heck," said Kyle. He couldn't believe how fast her reaction was.
Candace let out a sigh. "Thank goodness for Emily."
Kyle watched as Emily scolded the other student.
Candace followed his gaze, "Emily is tough but she's a sweetheart. Don't let her reputation fool ya." She walked away.
With Candace gone, it was back to silence. Emily walked next to him munching on her macaron still refusing to meet his eye contact. He still felt a little mortified and a bit irritated. However, he was feeling mostly curious about the unusual girl that walked next to him. Even though she was significantly shorter than him, her strides matched his.
He glanced at her every once in a while searching her face for any signs of emotion. Yet, it remained as impassive as ever.
Kyle replayed their conversation in his head. He let out an irritated sigh as he replayed his stupid comment. "Your voice is nice." He also hated how he let this dweeb get under his skin. This was one of the few times time someone had taken him by surprise and one of those rare moments where he slipped up. How the hell would he live up the fact that he just told the dweeb that he thought her voice was nice. Surely, she would've gone to her other nerdy friends (if she had any) and squealed about how Kyle Duncan, one of the richest heirs in the world, had told her that her voice was nice. Fucking stupid of him.
Yet looking at her downturn face, he couldn't help but wonder if he would've preferred that to the girl who was acting as he didn't exist. If she did have to talk to him, she would make sure she was looking anywhere but his face and if she did have to look at him, her glare could've burned a hole through his head. It was only her eyes that gave away her absolute disdain for him. Even behind those thick, tinted glasses--he can read every emotion that passed her thought through those eyes. They narrowed when she noticed a rule breaker. Just by walking by her, he was sure he found out atleast 30 of the school rules without reading the handbook. They glimmered when she was angry. Everything else remained neutral. Her voice remained calm. It was just her eyes. And now, annoyingly enough, he couldn't help but be curious about them. Whenever she turned to him to discuss whatever menial aspect about the school she routinely had to say (who gives a damn about spirit week?), he would take the time to study them. They were spaced slightly wide. Her eyes were almond shaped with thick dark lashes framing them. The question that kept bouncing in his head were what color they were. Because of the stupid tinted glasses, he couldn't be sure. It could be brown. Hazel. Or even purple for God's sake. Why did he care anyway? Cause I'm bored, he decided. Cause she's the only remotely interesting person in the school so far.
Emily sighed as she looked at her watch. 7 more minutes and she would finally be able to ignore him completely. As long as he stayed out of trouble, a little voice whispered. She glanced back at him. Like that's possible. From the moment her eyes had landed on him, she had counted 14 rules that he broke. 11 of them were because he didn't have the uniform yet, but the fact that he clearly didn't give a damn about the rules were as clear as day. She had glanced through his file in Henderson's office and nearly threw her back when she read all the incidences he was involved in. From minor offenses like speeding to full on crimes like arson, he had quite a colorful record. She had been reluctant to be dealing with him since then, but now, she wanted to avoid him completely. He was an awful prick. Somehow he had managed to stop making those insufferable snarky remarks after the courtyard. However she loathed the way he looked at her, it was as though he was examining her and she couldn't help but wonder if there was something on her face. Or perhaps it was another one of his tactics to piss her off, she thought drily. No, she decided firmly. I will not sway to act like an immature buffoon like him.
Leading him down the marble hallways of the school, Kyle was already attracting the attention of many students. Hopefully none of it was negative. The record had made it obvious to Emily that Kyle was more than willing to get into fights. Yet, so far, all Emily heard were whispered praises. It was a wonder how fast rumors spread throughout the school. From here and there, Emily picked up on the girls' gossips.
"He's the new transfer. Kyle Duncan. Apparently, his father donated millions to let him come here," one whispered in awe.
"Absolute rebel. Heard he used to lead a gang back at his old school."
"That's kinda hot. I love bad boys," giggled another girl.
"Don't hope for anything," someone whispered, "Heard he's a major player. All he leaves behind is heartbreak."
"I wouldn't mind being played," swooned another. "Look at that jaw line, those blue eyes--"
"Jessica, you have a boyfriend," another laughed.
Emily wondered if he could hear those comments. If he did, he didn't seem to think much of it. In fact, he seemed completely unfazed by all the attention he was garnering. She rolled her eyes. No wonder his ego is so inflated. To be surrounded by people who constantly fawn over him and bend their backs for his desires, he must take everything for granted.
She glanced at him to gauge his reaction but his face remained stoic.
"Why the heck does the Frost Queen get to be the one to show him around?" Another girl complained.
"She looks so awkward next to him," whispered another voice.
"I heard she wears that long skirt to hide the stick in her ass," giggled another.
Emily tried to ignore the cruel jibes from the other girls when she felt something in her ears. She reached up to her ear and pulled out an AirPod.
"Put it back on," Kyle said irritably as he placed the other AirPod into her ear. She blinked back her surprise. He took out his phone and played a song that Emily recognized from the radio. The mean whispers disappeared and all Emily heard was the warm voice of Khalid crooning in her ears.
xx
They brushed past the gossiping girls, and Emily led him into a wide, empty room at the end of the hall. Immediately the smell of animal dung hit her, and she smirked when Kyle scrunched his nose.
She took out the AirPods and placed it back on his hand. "Thanks for that."
"I didn't do it so you could thank me," he retorted. "I just hate hearing people gossip when they know nothing."
Emily nodded, still surprised that he was actually being considerate. She felt her irritation from earlier ebb away.
"This is the conservatory; here is where we hold all our lab animals and plants. Usually we don't go in here, but on some occasions, when Mrs. Preciado actually feels like teaching, she takes us here to run some labs."
Kyle walked down the narrow aisles between the lab tables and bent down to study the animals. He was slowly getting used to the stench and moved his hands away from his nose. Walking slowly past the mice, the frogs, and the unrecognizable insects, he stopped at the rabbit cage. The fat rabbits looked docile as they munched on their leaves and tottered over their dung. Then, a skinny brown one caught his attention. It was huddling by itself in the corner, and when he attempted to touch it, the rabbit attempted to bite his finger. Quickly dodging it, he studied the rabbit with interest.
"What do you do with them?" He asked intrigued.
Emily walked over to where he was crouching, and kneeled next to him - their knees nearly brushing against each other.
"Oh, the bunnies? We don't usually test on them, but we keep them here just in case. Most of the time, they just loiter around in their cage."
Kyle took what she said into consideration and as he attempted to touch the bunny again, he found himself asking, "Can I keep one?"
What the heck? Emily looked at him, confused. She sure as hell didn't expect him to be the type to adopt a bunny. Nor did she expect him to help her out back there.
"Um, why not? Pretty sure the teachers won't notice anyways," she found herself saying.
Kyle pursed his lips slightly, and Emily wondered if that was his attempt at a smile. From this close, Emily could finally see why the girls were haplessly throwing themselves at him. She, who had been to busy being annoyed by his attitude and his obvious distaste for rules could now see his appeal. Dark blue eyes framed with thick lashes, a sloped nose with a splash of freckles, sun kissed cheeks, and a chiseled jaw line that could put Michelangelo's statues to shame--Emily had to admit that he was incredibly attractive. Sure this school held multiple good looking celebrities and athletes whom Emily got to see on a daily basis, but there was a sort of regal charm to Kyle's appearance that made him stand out. Even with his unruly bleached blonde hair, and the rough attitude, there was a certain atmosphere that gave away that he was raised like a prince.
"Are you just gonna sit there and gawk at me or help out?" Said Kyle irritably.
Immediately Emily's budding interest was diminished and she stood up to get the keys to the cage. She tossed it to him and he caught it easily. He then gently opened the lid of the cage and reached down, nudging past the rabbits until he got to the one he wanted. He attempted to pull up the rabbit, but it struggled relentlessly.
"Oh, that's Bacon. She's a wild one," Emily said matter of factly. Kyle looked at her surprised.
"You named a test subject?" He smirked.
She crossed her arms defensively before pushing up the bridge of her glasses, "She isn't a test subject yet. And yes, I named her."
"Why Bacon? Shouldn't you be naming it something cute like "Marshmallow" or "Choco"?"
She shrugged. "I think bacon is cute."
"Come here, Bacon," he mustered his voice into a coo which Emily found oddly endearing.
Bacon crawled slowly around his outstretched hands and sniffed it. Gently, Kyle grabbed it and pulled it out of the cage. Bacon was so small and thin in his hands, he worried that he'll break her.
"You," he ordered, "grab her."
Emily glared at him before reaching out and gently taking the bunny. She placed Bacon in a small empty cage and handed it to him. He did one of those half smiles again before walking out of the room.
xx
First, second, and third period all went by smoother than she had expected, especially with the reputation he seemed to have built up in his past school. He pointedly ignored everyone in class and seemed to doze off half the period. She let out a sigh as she walked up to his desk, his head was still down and she heard his light breathing.
Prodding him with one finger, she muttered, "Kyle, the bell rang. Wake up."
He let out a soft groan and shifted his head away from her prodding finger. She poked harder.
"Kyle, wake up." She hissed.
He started twitching profusely and reached his hand out.
"Don't go." He raggedly called out, "don't leave me." he grabbed her suspended hand and pulled her close. Kyle's head was tucked between her chest, and she wasn't sure of what to do. His heavy breathing was stifled since he was pressed onto her, but he was unmistakably tormented in his sleep. Emily awkwardly patted his back when he suddenly jolted awake. He realized what position he was in and pushed her back.
"Are you trying to attack me while I'm sleeping? Pervert." He glared at her hoping she didn't notice how fast his heart was beating.
Emily pulled back further flustered, and stuttered, N-no! You're the one who hugged me!"
"Whatever, just stay the hell away from me," he muttered. He dropped the subject as he stood and tried to walk as calmly as possible to the door. Why was it that he kept on losing his guard around her? He turned around to ask if he said anything, but he rejected that thought. That would make him look even more defenseless. Instead he calmly asked, "which way's the parking lot?"
Emily narrowed her eyes forgetting what just happened. "You mean the cafeteria?"
"No, the parking lot. Why would I want to eat at the cafeteria?"
"But you'd eat at the parking lot. That's kind of questionable," she replied.
He gave a smirk. "And what if I did?"
She let out a huff before giving him a wide smile which made Kyle feel somewhat uneasy. "Alright, follow me," and led him straight to the cafeteria. Kyle caught on too late and presently stood amongst 200 other Tuscany high students in a massive cafeteria. It had been over a year since he sat down in one of those. He usually ditched school by snack time and was kicking back at the park or wherever the hell else he wanted to be. He let out a groan as she led him to a mile long line.
She ignored his discomfort and pointed to the bar, "You get your food here and purchase at the end. There's different categories of food and I heard it's all gourmet, I'm pretty sure it'll suit your refined taste buds." She said the last part sarcastically and continued, "Once you get your food, just go out the back door and I'll be waiting there."
He gave a nod before asking, "What about you?" He pointed to the line.
She pulled out a brown paper bag. "My meal's in here."
He snickered. What was she in, grade school? Before he could say it out loud she was already walking away. As he watched her retreating figure, he wondered why he even agreed to sit with her. It wasn't as if he had to be friends with her. After grabbing some pasta and a can of Italian orange flavored soda, he stalked off the opposite direction to where Emily had headed.
He felt his phone vibrate and using one hand to balance the tray, he dug through his pocket for his limited edition platinum series, gold iphone.
Svetlana: want 2 go 2 the ivy again 2nite?
He gave a small smirk. Svetlana was the hot Swedish chick he met last night, and even though he had made it quite clear he wasn't interested in a second round, she was still desperately trying to hook up with him.
He was about to unlock his phone to respond when suddenly he felt his tray knock into something. Kyle looked down to see that spaghetti sauce had doused his jacket.
"Shit." He muttered under his breath, his temper raging.
He looked up from his phone to see his spaghetti and his salad dropping off the chest of some stranger.
He looked at his messed up jacket and back at the stranger and let out an annoyed sigh.
"What the hell, man." Kyle grabbed the guy's collar and glared at him. Although he was at least half a foot taller than him, Kyle wasn't fazed, and it didn't look like the other guy was either.
The guy he crashed into didn't even flinch as Kyle leaned in closer. Instead, he calmly responded, "You're the one that crashed into me."
"The hell?" This guy wasn't even taking responsibility for what he did. "Look at what happened to my jacket! Watch where the hell you're going."
"What did you say you bastard? You were the one on your phone," he menacingly argued.
Kyle glared at him. "If you saw me with a phone, you should've had the sense to move out of my way, dumbass. What the hell is wrong with you?"
Kyle felt a fist land on his face and he winced slightly as he heard his jaws crack.
That's it.
"You bastard!" He roared.
He punched back and pushed him on top of the cafeteria table where the girls sitting jumped off, shrieking loudly.
Kyle felt his stomach being jabbed by his elbow and he hastily kneed him in the stomach. His opponent let out a groan and Kyle took the time to roll of the table and knock him onto the floor. Before he could kick the guy senseless, large arms grabbed him and pulled him back. 10 minutes later, he found himself sitting in the vice principal's office with Emily by his side, and the guy whose name turned out to be Jefferson.
Vice Principal Henderson closed his eyes and let out a deep breath. Kneading the furrow between his brows he wondered where he should begin. Turning his leather chair to the students, he calmly began with Kyle.
"Kyle, today's your first day at this school and you have already managed to receive a trip to the principal's office. Not for praise, but for a fight. Now I know you're new here, and adjusting might be difficult but you have to get along with your peers. Even in a difficult situation, the solution never starts with violence. Since this is your first day, I'm letting it by but if you cause trouble again I assure you there will be high consequences."
Mr. Henderson felt like giving himself a pat on the back. The speech must've gotten through to him, he thought gleefully and he then turned to Jefferson. Ah Jefferson, another one of the school's problem students.
"Jefferson, you've been here longer and you should know the rules by now. According to my records, this is third rule you broke this month. I'm afraid I'll have to suspend you for a week."
Jefferson glared back at him and angrily started, "He was the one who knocked into me-"Not now Jefferson. This is your third offense. Take it or leave the school." That shut Jefferson up. Even though he acted like he didn't give a damn about school, he knew one thing he can't afford was expulsion.
"And as for you, Miss Schuster, I thought we had reached an agreement that you'll keep him out of trouble. From the likes, you're not doing a good job. Keep this up and your scholarship money will be given to that kid that can solve a rubix cube in 43 seconds."
She gave a tense nod and he gave a satisfied smile.
"You may all leave now. Actually, Mr. Jefferson, stay. We'll have to contact your parents about this incident," he jeered leeringly.
Outside the mahogany doors of the office, Emily angrily turned to Kyle. "I told you to come out immediately after. How in the world did you manage to get into a fight? With a pro athlete, no less!"
Kyle ignored her questioning and walked down the damp hallway. She debated whether or not to scold him some more. She wasn't surprised at how Mr. Henderson "punished" him so lightly. Mr. Henderson wouldn't dare touch a student with a background that is full of perks for him. Emily furrowed her brows and decided that she will have to take care of that matter herself. Even though she was the disciplinary prefect, she still didn't like having to pick and choose punishments for students. Emily let out a sigh as she followed him. Well, one good thing that came out of the fight was that he finally changed into a school uniform. She had to admit, he made the stiff and drab looking uniform actually look good. Whatever, she thought irritably. What's the point of being good looking when you've got such a horrible attitude.
They were at the parking lot now and he wondered how long she was going to follow him. He glanced back and there she was, still following his footsteps.
Letting out an irritated sigh, he turned around and she stopped mid-track.
"How long are you going to follow me?" He said petulantly tapping his feet in irritation.
"It's not like I want to. I have to follow you till you get home trouble free," she replied.
He looked at her mystified. "Follow me?"
She brought out an ancient flip phone, and started reading a message.
"Make sure to get Kyle home scot-free. Orders of his dad. I'm counting on you." She looked up at him, her large green eyes whirling. "From the Vice President." She added irritably.
He didn't know what to be more shocked about. That the Vice Principal was asking this tiny girl to keep him out of trouble, or the fact that she had the Vice Principal's number. How much of a teacher's pet was she?
"You have his number?"
She shrugged. "Yeah."
He shook his head in disbelief before sliding into his custom painted silver A3 Audi. Rolling down the window, he called out to her.
"Don't bother. Just go home. I won't be doing anything too bad," he smirked.
She shook her head. "I'm not going to move from this spot till you let me get in your car," she replied adamantly.
He gave her daggers and shouted, "I'm going to run you over."
"And I'm going to give you a detention and hand you over to the fuzz."
"The fuzz?" He asked quizzically.
She quickly backtracked, realizing that her mobster language had seeped out. "The police! Anyways, just let me get in. Once I see you home, I won't bother you. Trust me, I don't want to be here as much as you. Maybe even more. Let me just get this over and done with."
He wanted to yell in frustration or altleast punch something. But he calmed himself down. He checked his watch, he had 20 minutes. He wasn't one to make anything on time, but the Ivy was crème de la creme, and if he wanted to make it in before getting his ID checked, he'd have to make it in early.
"Alright. Come in," he sighed. Anyways, she could entertain the rabbit or something.
He unlocked the door and she eyed him suspiciously. When it didn't seem like he was pulling any tricks on her, she gave him a smile. Finally he was cooperating.
Kyle felt like his heart stopped for a bit, but he quickly came back down to earth. Forgetting her beaming face, he gave an evil smirk. I'm going to make sure that she'll regret this decision for life. At least then, she'll stop bothering him. Troublesome woman.
A/N: I honesty have no idea why I included Bacon into the story, but it's nice to see a guy with such a cute pet lol. The last line was inspired by Shikamaru for any Naruto fans! As always, comments and votes always appreciated!