I Fell In Love With The Heroine's Servant (BL)

Chapter 13: Uh-oh

Such a person couldn't be by any means an "ordinary" Npc of this world... There were warning signals all over that guy, and Darius felt the need to run away like last time.

But, there's just one thing that Darius couldn't wrap his head around! Just how did he run into so many capture targets on his first two days here? Darius glanced over at the dazed Monet glumly. Actually, he had an idea as to why... but what could he do about the story trying to progress itself?

Again, eyes were directed over here. Maybe he had a knack in attracting unwanted attention.

Darius cautiously turned around and tried to ignore this new presence. When he scooted away, the other moved forward while pinching the slice of meat in his fingers. The moment Darius turned his head to sneak a glance at him, the blue eyed boy would stare straight into his soul like some horror game creature.

What the fuck!

Hey, your sweet heart is over there... not here.

The blonde guy continued to smile at him brightly which caused a sliver of sweat to roll down his face. Darius turned to Monet with grievances in his eyes. Monet didn't even notice the pleading as she stared at the other man with twinkles in her eyes. Are you serious right now? ARE YOU SERIOUS?! THIS IS ALL YOU GUYS FAULT!

He felt his scarlet hair lying damply on his forehead. Finally, he responded to the other distantly, "You've got the wrong person sir..."

The other's eyes curved with amusement, "Little friend, it really isn't yours?"

"I SAID ITS NOT!" The word came out a bit loud and harsh. Even if it was, who would want something that fell on the floor... way past the 3 second rule.

Declan kicked Darius's foot roughly when he heard the rudeness coming out of Darius's mouth. Hissss. He squinted his eyes at Declan. This person must be really high up in the food chain for this arrogant brat to act like that.

"I mean no," he said in a more calmer tone. "I don't recall dropping that on the ground."

"Hmm, but I recall seeing it slide down your face." The blonde guy shook the meat with his fingers; it wriggled as the juices dripped onto the ground.

Darius didn't even want to respond anymore as he bit his lip. How many times does he have to deny it for this guy to get the point? To leave him alone!

"I-" A familiar male voice interrupted coldly, "It's ill-bred to do that, your highness, Lysander."

The duke's son's glaring amethyst eyes stared at the blonde haired male in disapproval.

What did he say again? Your (fucking) highness!?

With a single swipe of Gideon's hand, the meat slice went flying with a large gust of wind and directly into the garbage can far far away. Darius stared in amazement, magic really does exist in this world.

Unfortunately, someone didn't appreciate that much.

"I quite disagree. There's nothing ill-bred about picking up something fallen off a beautiful maiden," Your highness, Lysander, vehemently opposed.

Declan's expression quickly distorted to confusion as he directed his gaze at his brother. There's no way he's talking about him, right...?

"With all due respect, that 'thing' isn't a maiden nor beautiful," (Damn) Gideon raised his eye brow, scorn settling in. "If you think so, there must be a problem with your eyes. I shall immediately call the school's physician."

"Geez you're no fun," Lysander boo'ed and sat directly across from Darius with his legs crossed neatly.

Darius couldn't believe this was happening AGAIN.

"You can't possibly be thinking of sitting with this group of uneducated, uncouth, and unsightly fools?" Gideon had the darkest expression he's ever seen since coming to this world, just pure spite and bitterness.

You tell him young duke!

In response to hearing those words, Declan trembled, dropping his head down. Monet was so close to exploding after hearing that, she finally broke out of that spell! Darius couldn't help but stared worriedly, she wasn't gonna do anything stupid, right..?

The prince seemed to not care as he blew at his finger tips, stating, "What's wrong Deon? If it makes you that mad then don't sit here. Bye~ Bye~" He proceeded to wave his hand rather excitedly. An excitement that seemed unusually spirited.

Gideon gritted his teeth, he didn't say anything as he plopped beside Lysander. His aura filled with dark energy as their servants brought their meals over. Great... just great. Suddenly, his stomach felt very queasy...

After an awkward and silent lunch, Darius was returning to his classroom. Monet had abandoned him midway through for the bathroom, and Declan left the lunchroom a few minutes after that disaster! Those peoples just ruined everything! Especially that prince, he could feel his stomach rumble and ache. The entire time he was eating, he couldn't taste anything, and now he's sure he has indigestion. His mood wasn't the bestest right now... he swears if something like  that happens again he might.

As he stumbled into the classroom, something was on his scratched up desk. Darius took a few hesitant steps, stopping in front of it. His eyes stared suspiciously at the packet, picking it up, and reading the words, stomach medicine.

The scarlet haired boy glanced around the classroom, but there was no one here besides him. Was this a mistake or maybe a prank? He opened the small brown bag and shook out a small pill-like concoction. Picking it up between his fingers, he examined it in the light. It didn't look like... a harmful substance but better safe than sorry. He shoved it back in the brown bag and placed it in his pocket.

Who could it be? He smirked, maybe Monet knew his stomach hurt and told her servant to deliver this. She wasn't that bad after all.

As he sat down, a green haired figure leaned against the wall outside the classroom.