Sweet Devil [BL]

Chapter 62. Not Playing with Him

After playing a few more rounds of Wood Block, Misha realized that it was pretty hard to pit Gabriel in this kind of game. Despite doing his best, he only managed to make things difficult for himself, and the teenager thus easily won every round, leaving everyone in the dust.

Although Misha had decided to take a step back and learn more about Gabriel instead of harboring hatred day and night, bad habits were hard to break; he still wanted to crush him in board games. First off, he had to get revenge for his poor cheeks, which the teenager had stretched to their utmost limits earlier, and secondly, his helpless face was very much to his liking.

However, things didn't go the way Misha had planned, and after his umpteenth loss, his patience was about to run out.

Eventually, he told himself that if he wanted to get revenge, he should make a man out of himself and directly pinch Gabriel's cheeks. Doing it in a roundabout way wasn't his style, anyway.

The idea was tempting, very tempting, so why resist it? Gabriel's cheeks didn't have any baby fat left, but they still looked tender in Misha's eyes, making his fingers feel itchy. Before long, he made up his mind, deciding to abandon all fairness and politeness.

But just when he was about to pounce on his prey and pinch his cheeks like a devilish auntie, the doorbell rang, and Misha stopped dead in his tracks, almost falling forward and kissing the floor.

"Saved by the bell," he snorted to himself, his mouth distorted into a pout.

Not paying any heed to the strange gazes cast at him, Misha crawled up before running off to the door, flinging it wide open. This time, the persons standing on the doorstep were Vanessa and an elderly man, whose lips stretched into a smile when their eyes met.

"Sorry, we are a bit late because we couldn't find the place. I guess you are Misha, right?" The boy barely had the time to nod before the old man went on, "Did you know? My granddaughter often talks about you. She said you're like a knight in shining armor."

"Granddad!" the girl cried out with flushed cheeks, nudging his waist with her elbow. "Don't spout nonsense!"

"What? It's true," the man chuckled as he ruffled his granddaughter's hair. "I just wanted to thank him for taking care of you in school. I know how much you love causing trouble."

"I don't cause trouble! Stop lying!"

Taken aback, Misha watched the two bicker for a moment, then he burst out laughing, interrupting them. He winked, "Taking care of your friends is a normal thing to do. There's no need to thank me."

The grandfather smiled wider in response and watched him grab his granddaughter's wrist to drag her inside, stifling a chuckle. Then, he made sure everything was ok with Mrs. Brown before leaving.

Soon afterward, Dereck also arrived. He casually greeted his friend's parents before going to the living room, where the teenagers and the children were playing. But once Dereck saw the harmonious scene, he seemed to freeze. He guiltily glanced at Gabriel, feeling a little uncomfortable in his presence.

Of course, it wasn't the first time he had seen Masha's boyfriend, but previously, he helped Misha with his nasty pranks whenever they met each other. How many times did he put chewing gum in the teenager's shoes or discreetly pour salt in his glass of water? The two children had done so many bad things that Dereck couldn't even enumerate them all.

However, his best friend wasn't interested in turning the teenage boy's life into a living hell anymore, and as such, Dereck wasn't sure how he should behave in his presence now. Was he supposed to say sorry and brush it off? Or act as if nothing had ever happened? After all, even he found that they had gone a little too far with one or two of their pranks, yet Gabriel didn't seem to hold it against them, laughing and smiling by Misha's side.