Sweet Devil [BL]

Chapter 150. Hot Pepper Chocolate

"Stop staring!" Vanessa elbowed Misha. "It's rude!"

Misha glanced askance at Vanessa with a deadpan look, then shifted back his gaze to the teenager sitting at a table near the window bay. He narrowed his eyes, seemingly trying to drill a hole into the guy's head.

Isaac was currently reading a book, a cup of hot chocolate in his hand. His black hair was trimmed short, and his bluish-gray eyes mirrored the warm light. A melancholic atmosphere shrouded him under the twilight, giving him a mysterious and somewhat ethereal look. It was a peaceful scene that seemed to have come out of a painting, depicting a lone teenager in a café. Though Misha didn't want to admit it, the guy was one hell of a handsome lad.

But what if he was handsome? Misha didn't like Isaac one bit, and he'd love for the guy to disappear from the surface of the earth. Or better yet, drop dead by the roadside, leaving his corpse to be eaten by crows and maggots.

"Come on!" Vanessa sobbed. "You're worse than a mother hen!"

"The last guy you went out with was a perv' who loved to spy on the girls in the locker room. The one before that had wanted to see you have sex with his dog. And then, the—"

Vanessa slapped her hands on Misha's mouth, interrupting him. "Stop rubbing salt into the wound! But I swear Isaac is a good guy and not like the others. So please, give him a chance...?"

Misha pushed down his friend's hands to snort, "That's up to debate. Your taste in men is so bad I always fear the worst whenever you bring us a new boyfriend. I won't accept him until I make sure he doesn't have weird fetishes. He looks too proper not to have skeletons hidden in his closet."

"Please! You know he isn't perfect, and he has flaws! You said it: he loves to tease others a bit too much and talks a lot. Even Stephan can't compare when Isaac starts to gossip about others!"

To this, Misha let out another snort. That guy's teasing was borderline bullying, but teenagers were often like this, not knowing where the line was between the two. And as the one who had been "teased", Misha was holding a grudge. He was still as petty as ever, and he wanted to get back at Isaac however he could. Not the most mature thing to do, but bad habits were hard to break.

"Anyway, I don't trust him. Until he proves that he loves you the most, I'm not gonna stop glaring at him."

"Mish'...."

"What? If he breaks up with you for this much, it means he didn't like you just as much as you thought he did."

"But don't you think adding hot pepper to his hot chocolate is a little overboard? You're also putting the café's reputation at risk! Won't Stephan fire you?"

"Stephan?" Misha snickered. "Trust me, he's gonna be happy it's not his coffee that I tampered with. Anyway, he's the only customer left. So, no witnesses."

"You are imp—"

The sound of someone coughing their lungs out resounded, interrupting Vanessa mid-sentence. Ah, man, it was already too late.

Isaac had taken a sip of his hot chocolate, the awful taste startling him into spitting it out. His tongue was on fire, and tears welled up in his eyes. It took a few seconds for his brain to comprehend what was going on. He had to pound on his chest to catch his breath and wipe off his dripping nose with the back of his hand. The hot chocolate had gone up the wrong way, and some passed by his nose.

The previously serene sight had been shattered to pieces. A smile curved Misha's eyes; now, Isaac looked much, much better.

Before Vanessa could react, Misha patted her shoulder and walked up to her boyfriend. The table was ruined, covered in hot chocolate and maybe even snot. The white tablecloth was so wet that they could see through it, and the napkins were a mess. Thankfully, Isaac had the reflex to lift his book above his head and didn't dirty it.