Playing Dangerous

VIII

Tate's POV...

I have no idea what happened last night. All I know is that I'm disappointed and heartbroken. He left me. He just left me. I don't know why but I believe that he has good explanation for it. He must have it.

I can't find him in the school, I can't find him in the garden, I can't find Will anywhere. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. As if he evaporated, as if he's purposely trying to avoid me, as if he doesn't want to see me.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, so much wasted time, looking for some guy." I hear well-known voice from behind and inhale deep breath from irrigation as my eyes slowly shut. "What did he do? Did he fuck everything up already?" My jaw hurts from pressure.

"Why are you interested, Silas?" I glare at his face.

"I'm not, unlike you I value my time enough not to waste it on him." He shrugs, adjusting his sunglasses on the bridge of his nose.

"Well, aren't you a ray of sunshine." I give him a sarcastic smile.

"No, but seriously, did he?" It's not a hard guess that his fake care is futile, but why is he even bothering to ask?

"It's really not that big of a deal, honestly." I frown at the soil of lawn.

"But it upset you, so yes it is a big deal baby." His hoarse voice is lowered and softened.

There's a long pause between his words and my nonexistent answer, as I try to find a right explanation. "Anyway, why do you even care? What do you want?"

"Adjust settings for the party, so my team can start working." He sighs, checking time on his watch.

"Right," I nod and walk into the building, towards the assembly hall.

"You aren't talking to me," he notes.

"After yesterday if you seriously expect me to start a conversation with you, you must be a fool." I tell him. "Poor Mitchel had to take a day-off, he has bruises everywhere because of you!" He walks behind me when I draw Mrs. Atlas waiting for us at the door with Silas' team next to her. Shock of the failure is written on our faces.

"Mr. Kent, Ms. Hope it's very cute how you assumed that I would let you do this," she points at five people behind her. "You will do every single decoration by yourselves, you will blow every single balloon. Understand? No one will help you! No one!" She says with a harsh tone.

"Daphne—" Silas starts.

"I'm Mrs. Atlas for you! You can start already." As she's about to leave with those guys she turns around. "Good luck with your job." She smiles and shuts huge marble door behind her.

We stand here speechless and stunned. She really outsmarted us. "Fucking hell," I mutter.

"What a terrible mouth Ms. Hope, this is what they teach you in this school?" Silas clicks his tongue, still in a bitter mood.

"Right now I want to punch someone, try not to be him." With that violent warning I eye all the tools of decoration on the floor. My breath comes out short from all the anger I'm feeling. This is insane amount of job for two people to do in a few hours.

"I can't stand them." He whispers, his tall frame standing next to me, his eyes glistening with rage as well.

"Me neither," I add. "I want to upset them so damn bad."

"Absolutely," he says with his tone sounding deliciously hungry for a revenge, "I want to organize the worst party they can ever imagine." He goes silent for a moment. "I have an idea," I look at him as I take in that malicious smirk, he's onto something but this time I seem to be agreeing with him. "If they want a party, they'll get a party."