Lucky Blue Smith

Chapter 7: Oh George

"So mass atomic number is... TRAVIS!"

Covering his face with one of his arm in defence. I ain't gonna eat him unless he continues to dose off and waste an hour of my time.

"Are you even listening to me?" What's the point asking when i know the exact answer to my question?

"Yes" crossing his arm over his chest causing his muscle to tense. Damn. Closing his eyes,leaning back against his chair as a i nag like an old grandma. He can so get away with murder with that body which makes me more terrified.

Frustrated by his attitude. Why do I even care? His attitude is what i need for him to fail and for me to succeed. Rolling my eyes and staring at the floor not registering that i've become so lost in my thoughts.
As i fade back into reality the first thing i hear is something along the lines of 'Travis'.

Was he that fascinated that i called him Travis and not Smith? Big deal.

"What?" Still doubting my thoughts. Finding a meaning to his words.

Did time just freeze?
Why does he keep staring at me like that?

I glare back at him connecting our eyes not speaking a single word. Challenging each other to an eye contest. He resume to observe and observe into my soul till he gives up not being able to read me then goes back to his sleep mode. What's his problem?

Still comprising his eyelids sealed and arm chained i take this chance to analyse him. Before i could...

"I know that Jessica whatever the fuck her name is, is your step sister." So peacefully verbalise like that mean't nothing.

A way to kill me literally.

How on Earth...? I have no words. Take me away please, someone, anyone. I must have done something in my past life to deserve all this. I rather live my past life than this one. Honestly, i absolutely hate this... take me away.

He opens his eyes looking up grasping my dreadful, terrified gaze. We both sit there in silence. Anyone but him. Please. Begging the lord for a second chance in life.

I idiotically sit there daringly to have a blinking contest. I'm too afraid to even blink. Mentally ambushing myself in scenarios in up coming events. My suicidal feeling drown me shrinking myself in my chair. Oh lord.

Bang!

"PIZZA ANYONE?!... uh.. ohh. Sorry my bad...."

"I think we should leave them alone." Lucas whispers into George's ear tugging him by his dark grey fluffy cardigan back outside. Giving us privacy, something i defiantly do not need especially with this freaky psychic.

Thank you lord. Raising my hands in the air as i praise him for an escape route.

"No... um.." almost forcing them to stay put else wise I'm dragging their asses back in. 

"Leave George and Lucas. We have business here." So cruel and dead. He really wants to see me suffer. But then again i clearly understood. Ive been an pain in the back lately. Regretting all those times i threw my bitch fit. Argh should have been nice to him. This is why i should think before i go cray cray on people.

"Who said that? George! Lucas! I don't mind pizza. Actually was craving pizza." Please stay, please come back. Still rambling on nervously feeling the little drops of sweat cruising down my forehead.

"Someone said pizza?!" George just give me a hug. Read me so well. I really need a hug right now. Wondering whether Jack and George would be a great match but then again that's like putting crazy and insane in one room. You gotta be a lunatic to even attempt that. Imagine all those tricks they will have up their sleeves. Exploding houses, burning hot pans and maids quitting their jobs. Oh George and Jack.

Me and Smith sat facing each other striving to not lock eyes again. Head low, look left and not straight. Got it, Mia. Simple. George sat next to me with Lucas in front next to Smith. The table is so small, i tuck my legs in making sure not to be clumsy and slide our legs against each other.

" Mexican spicy chicken pizza served by the finest George. Ladies say his a real gentleman. Some say.." Lucas whacks George across the head telling him to shut up as he clocked onto the awkward vibe between me and Smith.

Make conversation Mia.

I put on my fake laugh which thank god my acting skills in drama class was a D and not and E.

"So... Lucas... George... tell me a funny story.." well that was random.

Mia, you could have done a lot better.

Shut it, mind.

Both George and Lucas look at each other confused at my erratic suggestion.

How on Earth did he figure out Jessica is my sister?! So many questions but not answers. Wait..

If Smith knows Jessica is my step sister then soon he will find out that i am not Mia the nothing instead Mia, the daughter of Mr Wang, heir to the biggest and richest company in the country. Damn that's a immense bolt of shock he would have to take. Thinking about it, it's not that bad he found out.

George clasped his together making me enter back into this materialism reality tv show i live in. Great.

"I got this one Lucas.. it's about a dare.." Now thinking about it, Jack and George are the perfect match.

" Travis lost a dare with me and in return we dyed his hair green and he had to walk around the park in only his pants. You should see the look on the girls in the park." Holding his stomach whilst laughing at the memory with Lucas at the back sneering under his breathe fully aware that he is a better target for Smith sitting next to him. He kept his eyes closed but i can tell he wanted to grab George's throat. The flames coming out his nose and ears was starting to become more and more visible. The dragons about to explode by the looks of it. This is too satisfying to watch. Truly is.

" Look! Look!" Shoving his phone in my hand as he played a video of Smith in only just a pair of Calvin Klein and neon green hair. Looking like the joker from batman. What a sight i'd say.

Stupid hormones.

"Put that away before i cut each and every one of you body parts including you man hood."

Gulp.

"No, please not my man hood. Anything but my man hood." George in a high pitched, feminine irritating tone. Adding the hint of sarcasm to screw the anger in. Provoking the beast to stand up on his two feet and begin strangle him.

"SMITH! You're gonna fucking kill him." Lucas tries intervene by trying to pull the two magnets apart. I also stand up in fear i maybe witnessing first class murder scene and constantly looking at the door to make a run for it. Can't leave George like.. like this!

"Owwhh bad boy all furious." Alright. Let him die. He asked for it.

Two day, four hours and 35 minutes.. last i saw Smith and his boys.
Within these days i've been having nightmares of Smith barging into my room with the whole school behind him laughing historically at me.

I'm ready to face the monster, i think so.