The Populars and Me (BxBxB)

Chapter 17 - Protect Ryan At All Cost

A/N: I didn't update yesterday because I have some things to do in my part time job. I've been busy, but I'm not stopping on finishing this book! I apologize for the delay, and I'm here to remind y'all that there's only 8 more chapters (plus an epilogue) left before this book is finished!

Anyway, enjoy!

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(Some time before the last chapter...)

Luca's POV

"457 plus the square root of..." I typed down the numbers on my calculator and hoped that I would get the correct answer.

And, to my surprise, I got it correct.

"Wow..." I stared in awe at my answer on my paper and the answer written in the book. They were exactly the same, and I can't believe I'm actually progressing in my most hated subject.

Truthfully, I wouldn't get this far if it weren't for Ryan. Well, his boyfriends did a lot to help me, but I'm more appreciative of their little human. He's the only one who's not treating me like a piece of shit. Personally, I don't like him being with that two jerk-headed populars, but I'm quite surprised that Ryan can control them.

To say that he has them wrapped around his finger is quite amusing. No wonder the news about them fighting around the school on a weekly basis has finally ceased.

But I mustn't worry about anything else right now. I have to study much harder to pass the Math quiz tomorrow.

And since Sunday is my only day-off, I'm utterly glad that I wouldn't be worrying about a certain arrogant rich boy with hair as bright as the freaking sun.

Or so I thought...

"Luca, the young master is visiting you."

I'm sure it was Edward's voice coming from the other side of the door of my room, but before I could ask why the heck is that piss-haired brat visiting me, the door suddenly swung open.

And, to my annoyance, it was no other than the devil himself.

"Luca-chan! I have a task for you!"

What the fuck?!

"W-What are you doing here, young master?!" I was startled that I almost dropped the calculator from my hand.

Oh, how I hate to call him that. I'm glad that he insisted on calling him by his name whenever we're at school. But Edward, being an oh-so-strict pain in the ass, has strictly taught me to address this brat by that title.

And when I thought Greg and I are finally on good terms, this shithead seems to have worsened. He would tease me whenever we're in public, and he even threatened me to lower my salary if I don't do whatever he wants me to do! Such a fucking bastard; I just want to punch him in the face so hard.

But I couldn't do that. I would lose my job, and this is the only decent job that I've had. So even if I'm a butler or bodyguard or whatsoever for a shitty brat, this actually pays well, and I'm also even granted to stay at a house.

So, I'm forced to do his bidding, even if it's Sunday, my only day-off.

'I really wish he goes to hell when he dies...'

"I need you to watch over my little Ryan for a moment," he said, grinning like an idiot.

... Another thing I hate about this guy is his obsession with Ryan.

For fuck's sake, he's really a shitty guy if anyone would just spend a day with him. He's a piece of plastic that's very harmful to the Earth's ozone layer when burned. Even if this piss-head doesn't tell me, I already know that he has his eyes laid on Ryan. He's really trying his best to get close to him, and anyone would really think that he's just being his best friend.