Khaos

Chapter Eight

Khaos Caddell

He is so rude. I really can't stand this. 

I wanted to stab him seventeen times in the chest and then dump him in a river to freeze and bleed out. 

I woke up to find my stash of emergency food completely gone. Gone I say. Gone. 

He fucking hid my stash from me. 

"Ese maldito lobo." I mutter under my breath.

I make my way to his bed where he's currently sleeping. I must admit he's a hot motherfucker, but he's too annoying and that completely ruins it.

I tiptoe to his bedside, contemplating various ways to exact my revenge for my stolen stash. The moonlight filters through the curtains, revealing his peaceful yet infuriatingly handsome face. 

My fingers dance over the hilt of the pocket knifes i keep hidden beneath my jacket. The mere thought of plunging it into his chest brought me a twisted satisfaction. As the thin blade gleams in the dim light, i hesitate, torn between my seething anger and a lingering flicker of reason. 

If i do such a thing here of all places, i'd be dead meat.

A sudden creak the floor beneath me almost gives away my presence, but I manage to freeze in place. He stirs slightly in his sleep, and i hold my breath until he's settled again. 

With a clenched jaw, i step back, opting for a less dramatic it equally satisfying revenge. The gears in my mind urn as i concoct a plan that would leave him both bewildered and regretful. 

As he continues to sleep peacefully, oblivious to the storm i have brewing for him, i start to set my plan in motion. 

Its a simple on, really. An old trick isn't he book of childish schemes. 

It requires two things; a bucket of cold water and an unsuspecting sleeping victim—Ronan in this case.

I quickly fill the bucket in the bathroom with the coldest water the tub has to offer and bring it to his bed. Silently, i raise it over his sleeping body and bump it over him. It falls like rain over his body, sheets and bed, dripping to the floor with a splashing noise. 

I crackle as he sits upright and jumps out of his bed. He examines the bed slowly, confusion etched across his pretty face. Oh how i revel in the sweet taste of revenge. 

He meets my eyes and i maintain an innocent facade, denying any involvement. The bucket now kicked under his bed. 

His frustration shown all over his face and in his body, and I can't help but savor the moment. "I think the room above us is having a little leaking problem." I innocently tell him. His glare could have melted steel but my victory was sealed. He should have never messed with my emergency stash. 

"Yes" his words surprise me. "Must be some ancient plumbing issues. This place is falling apart." He's still glaring at me, his scowl deepening. 

With that, i retreat to my side of the room, leaving Ronan to grumble and deal with the mess i made of his bed. 

Maybe that was a little harsh because now he wont be able to sleep there for a day or two or maybe three but e really shouldn't have messed with my stash of junk food. I was saving it for a time like this an now without it, i am a grumpy mess of a man. 

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This is a short one, I know, but I've been quite busy lately with school and work and the holidays. 

I'm actually so happy tho bc i just got a new keyboard and it's a pretty purple shade and it makes writing much more fun. 

I have a bit more free time with the break and all so I should have time to write another chapter or two so I'm glad about that.

Anyway, let me know what you think of Khaos' little revenge. 

I contemplated them physically fighting for the first time but the only fight scenes I've written so far end with them making out so I didn't know exactly how to end it other than that. Though you guys probably would have loved that, I don't want them getting touchy that fast.