The Bad Boy's First Lady

TBBFL 9: Condo

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MIKE MITCHELL

"Second floor, room sixty-nine, under the doormat—"

"Wait, room sixty nine? Are you serious?" Cielo asked, rudely interrupting me as I was giving her instructions.

I sighed, annoyed, and responded. "Yes, Cielo. Room sixty-nine? Is there a problem with that?"

She laughed at what I had said which annoyed me more. She had no idea how foul this restroom smelled. Cielo probably intended to suffocate my godly features. I'd agreed to help her yet I supposed she wanted me dead instead.

As if on cue, I heard a loud fart from the cubicle beside me. It sounded as if bombs were exploding. I cussed loudly. I covered my nose and quickly got out of the cubicle, dramatically gasping for air once I had gotten five meters away from the restroom.

Dang! What did that person even have for breakfast?! I gagged, trying not to vomit. Cielo probably heard the loud fart and my gagging, which made her laugh harder. This made me question whether I'd still help her or not.

"Are you okay?" she asked as she laughed.

"Shut up!" I groaned. "As I was saying, you'll find the key to the apartment under the doormat. It's for my spare room. Don't worry, it's clean since I pay someone to come over and make it presentable every three days. I'll visit you later after school hours to give you all the things you need. I have a feeling Chancer won't have calmed down even after a few days, but don't worry. He will... someday."

"What? When will that ever happen? And what about Chancer? Won't he wonder why you left all of a sudden?" She said, her voice sounding worried. "And what do you mean by someday? Do you mean next week?"

I chuckled, really unsure of how to answer her question. It could happen next month, for all we knew. It all depended on when we could calm him down.

"And as for your second question, it's not happening. I'll just tell him I have to bring medicine for Zane. He's sick," I said.

"Zane? And who is he?" She questioned.

"Oh, right. You haven't met him. We met him in Australia. Then eventually, he became part of the gang. You're going to love him... I think?"

Not really. Zane had issues with girls whom members of our gang were serious about. Zane had heard the name 'Cielo' from us multiple times since we often had conversations about her, and I couldn't spend a day without teasing Chancer.

Zane acted like he didn't care about who Cielo really was, but I knew that deep down inside he was curious. He was just too stubborn to ask. Although he hadn't even seen Cielo before, he was already annoyed with her. We didn't really understand why Zane had a problem with her. He was a playboy himself. What was wrong with the girls we were serious about?

"You think? I don't care about him anyway, so I won't bother."

"If you don't care, why did you bother asking who Zane was?"

She groaned. "Anyway, I have to go. I'm driving. If I get into an accident, I'll come for you first."

"That's fine with me. Just make sure you're wearing a two-piece or, better yet, just come completely naked. Don't just wear a white gown, there's no originality in that. Leave your hair down, too, so you'll look like a stripper," I teased with a laugh.

I could tell her cheeks had turned red by now. That was what she had in common with Chancer. When they got irritated, their cheeks turned red. That was also a reason why they were perfect for each other.

"Whatever! I'm going! Bye!" She screamed, which caused me to flinch. Why did she have to shout?

I made my way back to the music room where we always hung out. Students didn't dare come here anymore. They were scared they would see the devil. The principal couldn't do anything about it either, since Chancer had threatened that if he did, he would lose his job.

Chancer's last name was so influential and powerful that the mere mention of it would make any businessman piss his pants. Chancer was aware of it, and therefore, he used it for his own selfishness and pleasure.

I reached the music room and let's just say, it looked like a storm had just hit it. Everything was in utter disarray. Not even the carpet had been able to escape Chancer's wrath.

I sighed as I looked at the awful sight. Good thing Zion knew someone who could assess the amount we would have to pay to compensate for the damages caused by Chancer.

Speaking of Chancer, there he laid, on top of the grand piano while looking at the ceiling above him. His hands were clenched and covered in blood. His eyes gave away nothing of his current thoughts; they were empty.

I supposed he was thinking of Cielo again. Man, he was so fúcking whipped. The good thing was that he had calmed down by now. Though, I'm pretty sure he would go on another rampage once he was well-rested. That was how intense Cielo's effect on him was.

Zion was sitting by the window, holding his phone, probably texting a fling of his. I approached him and sat down in the chair beside him.

"I'm glad he's calmed down now," I said in a hushed voice.

"He got tired that's why. Who wouldn't after basically ruining half of the campus's property?" he replied without looking at me.

"Who are you texting with anyway?" I asked upon noticing the crease forming on his forehead.

"Zane."

"So?"

"He's asking me to buy medicine for him, but I'm too lazy," he frowned. Such a lazy ass.

"I'll do it. I need to check up on him anyway."

"Didn't Chancer tell Zane to leave the villa because he didn't want to get infected with the virus? Do you know where he is right now?"

"Yup, at my condo. I offered him my place because I'm nice."

"As if. You? Nice? But alright, whatever you say." I just nodded as a response. This dude literally had no trust in me.

Then all of a sudden...

Zane. Sick. At condo.

Cielo. Escape. Going to condo.

Zane. Issues.

Cielo. Attitude.

Zane. Cielo. Condo.

Cielo. Zane. Condo.

Zane + Cielo + Condo = SHIT

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A/N: I smell some poop going on XD Do leave your guesses on what will happen next  :)

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