"Maxuel : Professional Luella's Teaser and Trouble Maker

PART 2

Luella stormed into the cafeteria as their class endedi, her face flushed with irritation. She didn't know why Maxuel's teasing bothered her so much — it wasn’t like she hadn’t heard it all before. People loved to point out her height. But something about the way Maxuel said it... it was different. The smirk, the playful tone, the way he seemed to know exactly how to push her buttons.

“Are you okay?” Sylixiaa asked, noticing Luella’s tense posture as they grabbed a seat at their usual table. Sylixiaa was one of the few people who could tell when Luella was about to snap. It was a gift, really.

“I’m fine,” Luella muttered, dumping her tray onto the table with more force than necessary. “It’s just Maxuel, being Maxuel.”

Sylixiaa raised an eyebrow, but before she could ask more, Luella cut her off with a sharp glare. “You know what he said? That I was a ‘little firecracker.’”

Sylixiaa snickered. “Well, you *are* a firecracker.”

“I’m not *cute* when I’m mad,” Luella shot back, folding her arms across her chest. "I am a storm, and he’s going to feel it if he keeps pushing me."

“I think you might be overreacting,” Sylixiaa teased, trying to calm her down. “He’s probably just messing with you. He likes to get under your skin.”

“Yeah, well, he’s really good at it,” Luella grumbled, still fuming. “It’s like he thinks it’s funny to make fun of me for being short. I *know* I’m short, but does he have to rub it in?”

Sylixiaa took a bite of her salad, trying to hide her smile. “He’s a bit of a jerk, but I’m sure he means well. You know how he is.”

“I know,” Luella muttered, her voice tinged with frustration. “But I’m *done* with him today. I’m not going to let him get away with it.”

At that moment, Luella’s eyes flickered over to the table where Maxuel and his friends were sitting. She could see him leaning back in his chair, laughing at something one of his friends said. His carefree attitude only made her more irritated.

“I’m not going to let him get away with this,” she repeated, her voice steady but full of fire. She stood up abruptly, ignoring Sylixiaa’s concerned look.

“Luella, what are you doing?” Sylixiaa called after her as she made her way toward Maxuel's table, but Luella didn’t answer. She had had enough.

She marched up to Maxuel’s table with determination, her eyes locked onto him. As she got closer, she could see the smirk on his face, like he already knew she was coming for him.

"Maxuel," Luella said, her voice sharp and unyielding. The whole table went quiet, and Maxuel looked up, his grin widening when he saw her standing there.

“Oh, look who it is,” he said, clearly enjoying the attention. “Luella, the tiny tempest herself. You here to tell me how cute I am again?”

Luella’s jaw clenched. "I’m here to tell you that I’m *not* cute when I’m mad, and if you don’t stop teasing me, you’re going to regret it."

Maxuel raised an eyebrow, leaning in like he was intrigued. “Oh really? I’d like to see you try. What are you going to do, short stuff? Throw your lunch at me?”

Luella’s hands balled into fists. The teasing, the smirk—it was all too much. “You think this is funny?” she asked, her voice trembling with barely contained fury.

Maxuel chuckled, clearly enjoying the show. “You’re so easy to rile up, Luella. It’s like a game.”

Luella’s patience finally snapped. She grabbed a handful of mashed potatoes from her tray and, without warning, launched them straight at him. The mashed potatoes splattered across his shirt, and Maxuel froze for a moment, completely stunned.

The cafeteria went silent.

Maxuel looked down at his ruined shirt, then back at her, his mouth slightly agape. For a moment, neither of them spoke. Then, slowly, Maxuel burst out laughing, his deep chuckle ringing through the cafeteria.

“Well, that’s one way to get back at me,” he said, wiping a bit of mashed potatoes off his chest. “You sure know how to make a mess.”

Luella’s eyes narrowed even further. "I warned you," she said, her voice dangerously low. "Next time, you might not be so lucky."

Sylixiaa had caught up with her by now, watching the scene unfold with wide eyes. “Uh, Luella… maybe next time, don’t start a food fight?”

“I didn’t start it,” Luella snapped, still fuming but feeling a little satisfaction at the sight of Maxuel looking completely flustered. “He did.”

Maxuel, still chuckling, wiped his shirt off and flashed her a grin. "You’re gonna be trouble for me, aren’t you, Luella?"

“I’ve had enough of you,” she replied, turning back to her seat. “You keep this up, and next time, I might just throw the entire tray.”

Sylixiaa looked at her friend, who was still seething, but she couldn’t help but laugh. “Well, I think you got your point across.”

Maxuel, looking slightly annoyed but still amused, waved them off as they returned to their table. "Alright, alright, I get it. You’re not cute when you’re mad. But honestly, you make it so much fun.”

Luella didn’t even bother to look back. She was done with him for today… but she had a feeling the teasing was far from over.