High School Populaire

Chapter 11

After a quick shower, Angel met the De Chagny siblings in the room and briefly explained what had happened. Apparently, her father had put a tracker on her phone, and when she hadn't returned by nightfall, he went to look for her.

He saved them and helped fight the thugs, who were later tied with a rope and had the police come over. They had placed the two siblings on the bed with his help, and she had taken care of Gustave wound.

There had also been a fierce argument between father and daughter about the tracker and the risky situation, forcing Angel to explain their whole spying and searching for clues. Then, it ended up with her having her butt being kicked during training.

"Wow" Esmé commented as Angel finished the story.

"So, what now?"

"Well, he did warn me to stop this or else *rolls her eyes* and also want you to call your parents and tell them what happened"

"It is not possible. They are out of Paris to visit uncle Philip. Won't be back until tomorrow night. Maybe they shouldn't know about it. Papa will be furious" Esmé said.

"No, they should. We put our lives at risk for a stupid thing, and we lied to them constantly" Gustave argued.

"They shouldn't!"

"They should. I am older and what I say happens."

"Not this time!"

"I see stubbornness and ego runs in the family," a new voice said, and everyone turned towards the door, only to see Erik leaning against the frame with his hands in front of his chest.

"Excuse me?" Gustave asked as he narrowed his eyes on him.

"You heard me. Stubborn like your insolent father. Always wanting to have the last word."

"Don't talk like that about my father!" Gustave said in a raised tone and stood up; Erik walked to meet him in the middle of the room.

He walked casually, not even slightly afraid of the offensive stance the boy in front of him had. If he wanted, Erik could end his life on the spot, and he was very itchy to do it. From his face to his character, he kept reminding him of Raoul, and he didn't like it.

"Oh, I will talk as I please. You get angry because you know its true. I am sure your father didn't even care to change!"

"My father is a great man! Unlike you. You have no right to talk about him!"

"Oh, is that so? I have no right? Says who? You? A pretty boy who grew up eating from a golden plate?"

Esmé got worried, seeing the two of them now face to face. Angel knew that a fight would break soon, and unfortunately for Gustave, her father would win. He was dangerous when he was angry, and that personal vendetta with Raoul seemed dangerous.

"Enough, you two!" she said as she placed her hands between them and tried to keep them away from each other.

"Stay out of this Angelique"

"Yeah, stay out of it."

"I said... ENOUGH!" she shouted, much louder than she ever had before.

The two of them stopped and looked at her shocked, no one having her capable of raising her voice like that. She was always reserved, calm and never rose her tone to a higher octave. But this outburst proved that perhaps they had crossed the line.

The two of them muttered curses and insults under their breaths before taking a few steps back and leave a pissed off Angel glare at both of them.

"Doesn't matter. They have to go back" Erik started after a minute of silence, his temper in check. "We have to go to your uncle tomorrow morning."