Rue

13. Temper

Chaol's POV

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'To think that she has low blood pressure.' Chaol thinks in French class.

Today, Rue and James didn't show up, it's just Laurent and him. 'It's because of him, blasted creature.'

Chaol looks over at Laurent, who smirks back when his gaze meets him. Chaol clenches his fists together but he feels helpless because he can't do anything. This is school. He will get his revenge sooner or later.

He stayed up the whole night yesterday. And now as an aftercause, he is being sleepy and not concentrating on his books. James will take care of Rue full well, he's sure.

No one will know that he stayed by her bedside the whole night watching her as she slept.

She will never know either.

A smile forms on his face as he recalls yesterday night's dance and how she slept afterwards. She looked so serene and young then, without the furrows that she so often make with her brows.

She is enchanting.

He looks at his watch, wondering why the teacher hasn't arrived yet.

"Okay guys there's this project that Professeur asked us to do as he is not able to present himself with us today. " A girl stands up, waving for attention.

The whole class explodes with cheers, high fives and bro fists before settling down to listen to her. It seems as if Monsieur Samson isn't welcomed.

"Every group should consist of not more and not less than three persons. And this project is to present ten classic french words, in the most creative way you can, using pictures hand-drawn originally." She stops as someone whistles, interrupting her. She blushes.

As usual, the whistler is Laurent, and no one dares to say anything. They only wait for the girl to continue.

"The ten words are, fada, chafoine, tap-tap, lumerotte, vigousse, poudrerie, champagne, ristrette, depranneur et dracher. You can find them in dis-moi dix mots website too. Write down your group names and group members and give it to me before school ends. The date due is two weeks before winter break, and there's plenty of time for all of us. Any group that wins it will get an extra twenty marks while the ones that do the project will have an extra five marks for our exams. Good luck. " She sits down after the applause given by the whole class.

Chaol is silent, thinking about whether to put Rue into his group. James is confirmed in his group as they are best buddies, but he is not so sure about Rue.

Would she be mad because she has no chance to choose in this? But if he doesn't help her, it would be worse besides the fact that they do need another group member, because the teacher wants the namelist today.

He writes down their names in a piece of paper and gives it to the girl who is now sitting on the lap of Laurent the bastard.

'Rhianna.' How can she be so blind to believe that Laurent loves her? Even when Laurent is with her, he has a couple of other girls' company. Isn't that enough to prove that he is a freaking playboy?

Chaol passes the piece of note to the girl.

"Don't touch her."

The girl's eyes widens as she hears the sentence. She stumbles down from Laurent's lap as Laurent pushes her away roughly.

"Not you." Chaol continues after the class finishes laughing at the girl.

"I know full well that it's Rhianna, Chaos. Do you even need to ruin my mood right now?" Laurent stands up, eye level with him.

"I have a name." Chaol looks into his eyes with hatred.

"And your name, is Chaos. You only wreak havoc, after all. Want a fight?" Laurent rolls his sleeves up, showing his muscled arms while the girls cheer after him.

Chaol grips Laurent's collar, catching him unaware. "My name," he grips it tighter, "Should not be called," he twists it, "By," he hurls Laurent on the floor. "A bastard."

This earns cheers from other girls, and people come surrounding them to watch the fight as Laurent picks himself up gracefully.

"Is it that easy to defeat me?" Laurent charges on Chaol and flips him over with such speed it is only a moment before Chaol's head can hit the floor as he rights himself, fortunately for him.

Chaol is furious. He tries to punch Laurent but he gets punched in the gut when Laurent counters his strike. He stands there, contemplating his move.

Soon the fight gives them each a split lip, a bloody shirt, red splotches and in Chaol's case, a broken nose.

"Some more?" Laurent is feeling so high now. He takes a bottle and is in the middle of a strike as the door opens and James comes in, holding his phone high and someone talking on speakerphone.

"-the fight right now. I said stop the fight. Right now! "

Laurent lowers down the bottle and murmurs, "What a spoilsport."

"Laurent and Chaol. Up, to the office. Now!"

James shakes his head at Chaol as Chaol's gaze meets his.

'Great. I lost my temper again, just as Laurent had wanted me to.'

He takes his coat and steps out of the classroom, heading towards the office.

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