The Wicked Games (on hold)

Class-A Jerk

Chapter Four Class-A Jerk

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Adelyn's POV

I sat in the meeting room while Blake tended to my injuries.

Despite the major damage I caused on those girls' plastic faces, a few had managed to get some measly scratches and kicks in; allowing me to display a vast array of purple an green splotches all over my body, complimenting the numerous red lines littered all over by the girls' fake plastic nails. Despite their sad, pathetic fighting skills, the injuries still hurt like hell when in contact with liquids.

I am never again fighting that girl when her mindless minions are all staring adoringly at her. Do I sound jealous? Yes I'm definitely jealous of a mindless girl who's infatuated with any male with a decent body. Who also has a great fan club!

Blake scowled rather unattractively at me. "You do not casually pick fights with other girls just for the fun of it." He furiously wiped the antibiotics on my cuts. I hissed when he scratched my injury.

"OW! I'm a human with feelings you know?"

"So were the countless number of girls you beat up." Blake shot back.

I held in a snort. Yeah, right. The day they have feelings other than lust and jealousy is the day I can finally do the splits while juggling flaming nuclear sticks. May be possible, but not very likely to happen.

"They called me a slut! What was I supposed to do? Give them flowers and offer to dance their nights away?" I retorted. I blew on the cuts hoping that the stinging sensation would go away.

"You could've just walked away... Then you would have been meeting with the ... prince... right now with the best first impression." he sulkily said back.

Immediately, I put my guard up. He had hesitated when he said the word prince. It was almost as if he was scared of him.

Not that I blamed him. Who wouldn't be afraid of the prince? From all those rumors I heard, no one in their right mind would approach him. But those rumors were 10% true and the rest were all lies. Seriously, who in their right mind would believe the fact that he kills an innocent child daily to maintain his reputation? No one, except for Tiffany and a few other exceptions, of course.

"And he should be coming soon to meet her." a new voice added. I looked to see an unfamiliar person.

He had a dark aura around him; it practically screamed danger. A shirt was carelessly tossed on and he wore baggy jeans. The mysterious man had brown hair like chocolate and piercing grey eyes that seemed to shoot into your soul.

"Tyler! I-I mean sir. I didn't notice you were there." Blake was now an unhealthy shade of bright red as he inconspicuously checked Tyler out.

Seems like lover-boy had an interest.

I made eye contact with Blake as I winked mischievously at him and pointed towards Tyler.

'You were molesting him with your eyes.' I mouthed.

Quickly, Tyler snapped his head towards the small, blushing boy. "Hello there Blake." he purred as he walked over and put a protective arm over Blake.

"H-h-hello." stuttered Blake as Tyler nuzzled his face against Blake.

I felt conflicted on whether to be grossed out or burst out in giggles over their adorableness. Instead, I coughed to get their attention.

Both of their heads snapped in my direction and I started laughing at their facial expressions. They looked like five year olds caught stealing a cookie from the cookie jar.