Alice in a Twisted Wonderland (BL 18+ Completed)

Chapter Twenty Seven: Knox in Hell

9pm on the Halloween ball, Stephen Anderson escaped from his date so he can smoke in the gardens alone.

Knox told me to ask her out... Angela Monreoux. I don't even like her, but the four-eyes told me to keep an eye on her. She's insufferable, who talks about Alex that much? And ranting about her fùcking eyelashes—no man is ever gonna care if they're too long, as long as you don't cover your eyes with them charcoal toothbrush-looking spider legs.

I am in the classroom where the three of us: Knox, Alex and I, first became a Trio in this school. We've been childhood friends since forever, and we had dreams of being in the same classroom. Well, this one was the only time we were together before Knox moved to the Student Council room.

Alex and I would be left here waiting for Knox. While doing so, we'd fill the board with penis drawings. Knox would get mad at us, but will later pin the blame on another student. Him being a Student Council rocks... Alex and I would continue our curse towards the school.

The three of us were separated, but Alex and I only grew closer because we remained classmates. I never look forward to going to my shít home, and my only happiness was here in the classroom with him... here in the school with them. I had no one else but them, and I was too scared to find other friends for fear of losing the ones I already have.

Now, look. Alex got himself a new little toy he refuses to throw away. And what became of me and Knox? Second priority, just there, barely there. He barely even participates in our little games. All because Erin Santino told him to clean up his act.

Knox will be too busy as student council. Alex will be too busy with Erin. And when I'm left by myself I... I wouldn't know what to do with myself. I don't hate anyone more than myself; I'm a socially crippled needle addict with no one to talk to; and I'd go insane if I'm left to talk to myself. Which is what I'm doing now.

I spoke too soon.

Crash! Bang! Shoes skid on the floor and somebody threw the door open before closing it shut, the person now leaning against the door. I was too surprised by the shortest guy I've ever seen, breathless and smiling widely.

"Hi there..." he breathes out, before clamping his mouth shut when two pairs of shoes walk by.

"He couldn't have gotten far..."

"Told you we should've leashed him!"

"You let him distract you, like a treat on a dog."

"Who wouldn't get distracted?! He's a slùt!"

"Hehe, suckers..." The boy smirks. They started running, and this person... well, he was wearing a rather juvenile shirt and shorts with cat ears and some fingerless gloves, along with a choker and a nonworking bell. He has high stockings held by tight garters around his thigh, his shorts attached by suspenders.

I cleared my throat, "This isn't a party for middle schoolers, kid."

"Who are you calling kid, demon?!" He snorts with the most cheerful expression. "I'm about to graduate next year, I'm just short!"

I scoff, sipping on my cigarette. "Yeah let me guess, Filipino mom?"

"Wow, you're kind of rude..." the cat nonchalantly walks toward me just to snatch away my cigarette and inhale it for himself. I gave him the most piercing death glare, but it didn't fùcking affect him. He casually returned the cigarette to between my fingers. "Let me guess too... a girl didn't want to sleep with you and now you're sulking?"

The look on his face was pure sass and confidence, I want to give him an acid bath.

"Quite the opposite, a lot of them want to sleep with me." I throw away the contaminated cigarette before lighting a new one. "Who did you pickpocket that they were chasing you, huh?"