Chapter 24: A quien estas diciendo shut up tu? A mi me estas diciendo shut up?

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"Wait just a moment! You really have dumbass rules like that?" Ace wasted no time in flaring up, clenching his teeth so tight he was grinding sparks between his molars. He was unmoving and glared heavily at Riddle as he settled his hands on his hips in a disappointing stance.


"Yeah! I'll eat it if you're just gonna toss it!" Grim tried to snatch it from Riddle's clutches but the dorm leader was more swift and snatched it out of his prowling reach.
"My deepest apologies, Dorm Leader. I was the one who said we should make a mont blanc." Trey tried to diffuse the situation, bowing as he expressed his deepest apologies. Riddle scrutinised Trey from under his red eyelashes, gaze smouldering.


"Yeah yeah. I didn't think there would be a rule for something like that." Cater defended Trey. But Riddle was indignant towards Heartslabyul's rules.


"Making it isn't the problem here. The fact that you brought it here, now, today, is the problem!" He lashed out each syllable as he tossed the mont blanc box carelessly onto his table, abhorred with its very existence. [Name] flinched and scowled as the box roughly bounced, something sitting uncomfortably in the pit of her stomach at the thought of their hard work dashed into crumbly ruins.


"Look, this is being blown out of proportion," [Name] rationalised, the attention drawn onto her like a moth to a flame. As she kept talking, Cater and Trey behind Riddle were making frantic motions with their hands to try to stop her talking, eyes wide and teeth visibly clinched. "Lots of hard work was put into the mont blanc and Ace was sincerely trying to apologise for his behaviour. Can't you make an exception for such an idiotic rule?"


Riddle narrowed his eyes, and his leather gloves squeaked as he gripped his fists.


"Idiotic... You say? An exception to blatant transgressions in my dorm? Who do you think you are to tell me how to run my dorm?"


"I didn't-" [Name] started to retaliate but her words collapsed on themselves as Cater threw a hand over her shoulder. He patted her rapidly on her arm, nervously laughing.


"Oh [Name], you silly muffin! You don't know much about dorms when yours is in shatters, ha...ha! So you should probably keep it down. And Riddle, these are freshmen that are still learning the ropes..."


Cater was honestly trying to make a good name for her in front of the dorm leader. He really did mean well. But the way Cater told her to "quiet down" in front of everyone...


"I meant what I said."


"No, sweetpea, you didn't mean it, she's just-"


"You do not speak for me." She grits her teeth and shook his arm off his shoulder; stepping backwards.


"Oh... Okay..." The spiteful look she shot towards Cater broke something inside of him. He hid this behind a shaky smile and sigh. "I guess I don't..."


"No, I'm gonna say it. [Name's] right. Anyone who obeys that rule and tosses the tart is an idiot. The rules are idiotic! Stop screwing around." Ace supported [Name], tenderly drawing her away from Cater.

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