Hostile Series 1: Love in Hostility (18+)

CHAPTER 1

THE BEGINNING OF HOSTILE l

"DAMN THIS DAMNATION! Screw him!" Fourth slumped himself to sit. He's pissed to start eating his already serve food.

"Stop babbling idiot and eat your food!" Gun who appeared on his back holding his tray of food on the left hand smacked his head. "Even the most popular painter would have a hard time drawing your dull face." Gun sat across from his big brother nonchalantly, intentionally ignoring Fourth's stern gaze, and start eating his food in peace.

The menu of the canteen had never been Fourth's liking however, his twin Gun dragged him telling him there is not enough time to go home just to fill their raging stomach. Well, considering the heat coming from the sun hitting their skin, that's a big no for Fourth.
But the foods here are sucks, and I don't want to see him.

"You have no manners." Fourth tightened his hold on the spoon. He wanted to smack someone's head off and that is the person in front of him.

Gun rolled his eyes. "Whatever. So what's bothering you? Again? Huh? I need to go into the library so stop complaining. " Gun conceited indifferently while his mouth is full.

"What do you think I'm thinking huh?" Fourth gritted his teeth.

"I see," Gun grimaced. "Was it the School President again? Making moves to your long-time cheerleader crush? So lousy." Gun's mocking tone had gone him through the roof.

This asshole isn't helping.

"Stop rubbing that on my face idiot." He felt bitter. Even the food he was eating was dull.

The world is so cruel to me, Pity me.

"Don't add insult to injury, will you?" He scowled.

Gun shook his head frustratingly. He's so done to his brother. He can't remember the day they never talk about the same issue his brother was playing for. "Seriously? Of all problems exists, chasing a girl?" He snapped on Fourth's face intent to make sense of him. "What on earth, Fourth? What a shitty idea."

Fourth yanked his hand away."What about your academic rival, huh? Still can't defeat him to the pulp?" Fourth's lips curved reaching his ears as he felt the satisfaction while watching the bewildered and ruined face of Gun. Gun doesn't like to be teased regarding his academics and Fourth took advantage of it.

Gun left his spoon clanked in his bowl. "You're out of line, idiot. And don't ask again for my help to beat Gem!–oh, speaking of the devil." Fourth didn't need to argue about what was coming, the sudden change of atmosphere was enough to prove the person he hated the most was arriving. What a lucky day to survive.

Fourth turned his head on his back were the student council president and his co-officers made their way to the table. His brows furrowed watching the annoying President sit on the chair facing their table and Fourth wanted to explode as their gazes met. He lost it when the annoying guy smirked at him intent to annoy him. He turned his head back to his food and was forced to finish it despite his trembling fist ready to fly on someone's flushy cheeks. "Stop babbling idiot and finish your food."

"Aw, what a copycat. No wonder why mom copy-pasted me to have you."

"I'm the older one, idiot."