I wish I hated you

16. Lie.

Louis

"Andrew, I swear to god-" The idiot pacing in front of me in his bedroom interrupts me once again. "I know, I know, don't remind me." I send him a deadly glare.

A humorless chuckle escapes my lips. "You have no idea what you're talking about and it's pissing me off." I say harshly.

Chanel is my responsibly. I'm the one who will figure out her punishment and Andrew is messing everything up. At the Friday night ball, it took everything in me to stand back and watch what was happening between them.

I had no idea what went down until Catherine texted me. Apparently, Chanel had snapped and slapped her 'new friend' in the face. When I saw her just standing there, watching me as I finished my song, I had the urge to chop Andrew's head off. Even though I didn't know what had happened exactly.

I hate how Chanel is so oblivious to everything going on around her. It's almost sad...

"How was I supposed to know she would react like that?!" He tries to defend himself. I shake my head in disbelief. "The fact that she attempted to stab me and actually succeeded a couple of times should of been your indicator."

My enemy is someone who I once underestimated, but I learned my lesson soon enough. I have a feeling that Chanel got her anger issues from her father. He was one aggressive man, according to my parents.

"You fucked up, like really bad." If I were Chanel, I would have done way worst than just slap him. I won't do anything, I'll let her get the honors to do anything she feels that Andrew deserves. It'll be good for her to get all her anger out.

Look at me being all nice to her. She should be thankful, because I'm not that way often.

Andrew shifts on his feet uncomfortably and asks me weakly; "Are you done making me feel bad?" I shake my head. "No. You deserve to feel that way for the rest of your life. But, it's getting boring..." I trail off as I rub my chin with my thumb and index finger.

He frowns, confusing written all over his face. The best way to torture someone is to let their actions or words haunt them, but I prefer to haunt them myself. "I'm feeling nice today, I'm going to leave you alone until I think of the best way to make you regret what you said to my enemy. I guaranty it won't be long" A devilish smile makes its way to my lips.

I stand up and head for the door. The frightened expression on his face made my smile stretch further.

...

My hands grip the steering wheel tightly until my knuckles turn white and even then, I can't bring myself to stop. The anger I feel right now is indescribable. I really thought I would feel better after threatening Andrew, but apparently, it wasn't enough.

I've been driving for ten minutes, refusing to stop until I'm calm enough to not do anything irrational. I don't know what's worst; the fact that my enemy is the reason for the way I feel or how it's killing me to not beat the shit out of Andrew, because I know he did something that made Chanel uncomfortable enough to fucking slap him but not bad enough to stab him.

That fucking girl carries a dagger with her everywhere she goes and at some point, I forgot and she stabbed me. Since that day, I always expect her to pull it out at any moment.