Khaos

Chapter Nine

Ronan Volkov

I eye Khaos with suspicion as he gives me a sly grin.

The room feels smaller. The air is tighter. God, I need to get out of here.

I distract myself with class and assignments.

The tension between us simmers throughout the day, distracting me through all my classes. Khaos' sly grin replays in my mind, a constant reminder of the shit he pulled this morning.

I felt like wrapping my hands around his throat and squeezing until his face is red and his veins looked like they were about to burst. But I know I can't do that.

My irritation with him clashes with a strange fascination for some reason. It's like he gets under my skin like no one else, and yet, there's an undeniable intrigue which draws me back.

Khaos turns out to be in my gym class, but he doesn't show. I'm certain he's skipping all his classes today. He'll learn soon that such things shouldn't be done in this place.

When the evening arrives the room becomes a silent battleground. Khaos appears to be engrossed in something, but he takes little glances at me now and then. Like he expects me to get him back for what he did. I can't shake the feeling that he's plotting another little prank for me.

The air feels tighter, and the room feels like a cage. I need an escape, a breath of fresh air to clear my mind of him and his childish antics.

With a sigh I decided to step outside.

The night outside is quiet, and now the snow crunches beneath my shoes as I trudge along the deserted trails. I need to escape the confined tense in our room, and the biting cold air serves as a welcome distraction from the chaos that is Khaos Caddell.

My mind swirls with conflicting thoughts. Khaos, with his infuriating pranks and that damn sly grin, occupies my every waking moment. The annoyance burns within me.

As I wander through the silent night, I find myself retracing the steps of our tangled dynamic. There's a magnetic pull between us, an unspoken connection that defies logic. I can't help but wonder if Khaos revels in the power he holds over my thoughts, if his antics are merely a game to him.

The revelation that I did take his snacks lingers in my mind. He eats like a pig, I tell myself, justifying my actions. It's a habit that annoys me, a glimpse into his carefree and child-like nature. I question what makes him this way, how he navigates life with such disregard for consequences.

Lost in my thoughts, I return to the room. Khaos is still at his desk, seemingly unperturbed by my absence. The tension in the room is palpable, an invisible thread connecting us despite the distance.

I sit on my bed, staring at the ceiling, contemplating the complexities of our dynamic. The unresolved tension dances in the air, and I can't escape the feeling that this game is far from over. The annoyance festers, but beneath it, there's a curiosity I can't shake.

The next day dawns, and Khaos continues to evade his classes. It's clear he's taking advantage of his carefree attitude, skipping responsibilities with a nonchalant demeanor. I grit my teeth, frustration simmering beneath the surface.

The room remains a silent battleground. Khaos, still engrossed in whatever occupies his attention, shoots occasional glances my way. It's as if he's waiting for my retaliation, expecting the next move in our unspoken war.

Unable to endure the confined space any longer, I decide to confront him. I need answers, an understanding of the enigma that is Khaos Caddell. I approach his desk, my tone laced with irritation.

"What's your deal, Khaos?" I demand. He's been up to something, and its bothering me.

He looks up, feigning innocence. "Deal? Oh, just living life, Ronan. Taking it as it comes."

I scoff, unimpressed by his nonchalant response. "This isn't a game. You can't just mess with people and expect no consequences."

Khaos leans back in his chair, studying me with a glint of amusement in his eyes. "Consequences? Life's too short to worry about that, Ronan. Lighten up."

His words only stoke the flames of my irritation. I clench my fists, resisting the urge to grab him by the collar. "You poured water all over my bed. I had to switch out the mattress. Not to mention the fact that you're skipping classes like it's a joke. So what is your problem?"

He smirks, a challenging glint in his eyes. "Problem? Maybe I just enjoy keeping things interesting."

I seethe with anger, unable to comprehend his carefree attitude. "You're impossible, Khaos. Do you ever take anything seriously?"

His grin widens, and for a moment, I contemplate launching him out of the window. Instead, I turn away, retreating to my side of the room. The unresolved tension hangs in the air, a thick fog that refuses to dissipate.

Days pass, and Khaos continues his reckless escapades. The room, once a shared space, feels more like a war zone. I find myself caught between the annoyance that festers within me and the unrelenting curiosity that draws my thoughts to him.

In the quiet of the night, as I lay on my bed, the sly grin haunts my thoughts. The perplexing enigma that is Khaos Caddell remains unsolved, a puzzle I'm determined to decipher. The next move in this unspoken war is uncertain, but one thing is clear — the annoyance persists, entwined with a fascination which refuses to fade.

The next day dawns with a bitter chill in the air, matching the frosty atmosphere in our room. Khaos, true to form, is absent from his morning classes. I navigate through the day with a simmering irritation, unable to escape the enigma that is my roommate.

As evening descends, I return to our room, bracing myself for whatever antics Khaos has in store. The door creaks open, revealing a scene that catches me off guard. Khaos, usually carefree and nonchalant, is hunched over his desk, surrounded by scattered papers and open textbooks.

I narrow my eyes, suspicious of this unexpected shift in his demeanor. "What is all this?" I gesture towards the mess on his desk.

Khaos looks up, a genuine look of concentration on his face. "Just catching up on some work. Figured I should probably attend class today."

I'm taken back by his response. It's a stark contrast to the laid-back attitude I've grown accustomed to. "Attending class? Is this some kind of joke?"

He shakes his head, his expression serious. "No joke, Ronan. Sometimes even I need to be responsible."

I can't hide my surprise, and for a moment, I'm left grappling with the realization that Khaos might have a serious side buried beneath the layers of mischief. The room, once a battlefield, now feels like uncharted territory.

As Khaos dives back into his work, I find myself unable to concentrate on my own tasks. The room, usually filled with tension and pranks, is eerily quiet. The sly grins and mischievous glances are replaced by the focused intensity of Khaos' studying.

I sit on my bed, observing the unexpected transformation. The annoyance that once fueled my every thought is replaced by a perplexed curiosity. Who is Khaos Caddell when he's not playing games?