Counting Stars

CHAPTER TEWNTY FOUR - TOO CLOSE

"Don't you dare molest her with that disease-ridden hand of yours!" I yelled, making everyone at the table jump.

"W-what?" Puck paled.

"You heard me! What gives you the right to touch these untainted goods?"

"I...I-"

I stood up, my seat scraping the floor behind me.
Leaning down, I picked up the lasagne, tray and all, and held it protectively against my chest.

The boys stared at me as if I was crazy.

Ha, they were the mad ones. Hadn't they heard of the story of that chicken who did all the work, then ate all the bread? Come on, common sense, people!

"Um...Pixie, are you gonna let us eat or what?" Mr Cocky Pants asked warily.

"You? Eat? Humph. You must be joking. This is my baby. Mine."

They exchanged glances.

"So...you're saying that you're going to eat the whole lasagne? By yourself?" Labrador asked incredulously.

"Yep."

He scoffed. "You couldn't eat that much if your life depended on it."

I narrowed my eyes.

"Watch me."

I grabbed the spoon off the table, grinning evilly at the two boys.

Wait, two?

"Wha-"

I was tackled to the floor abruptly, the lasagne tray flying from my hands.

Mr Cocky Pants leapt out of his seat and dived for the tray. He caught it on the tips of his fingers, just before it hit the floor.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" I demanded angrily at a smirking Puck, who was currently straddling me.

"Let us have some lasagne."

"What? No!"

"Let us. Or else..."

"Or what?" I spat, struggling to free myself from Puck and save my baby from their evil intentions.

"Or..." Puck's hands reached for the hem of my tank top.

My eyes widened as I realised what he was about to do.

"Wait...what are you doing? Stop!"

I reached for his hands, trying to stop their journey.

"Fabian," Puck nodded his head.

Labrador crouched down beside me.

"Lab-Fabian, please don't do this," I begged. They had no idea how serious I was.

"Sorry," he said, before grabbing my hands and forcing them down by my sides.

I thrashed from side to side, internally panicking.

I was done for. 

Puck grinned devilishly. "I hope you're ticklish," he said.

I clenched my eyes shut. If they pulled my shirt up...

Suddenly, there was the sound of a throat clearing.

We all looked up to see Mr Robber Guy standing in the doorway of the kitchen, glaring at the scene before him.

"What the hell is going on?"