Undercover

Chapter 28

~~~~~~~~~A WEEK LATER~~~~~~~~

Isabella's P.O.V

I studied the huge paper before me.

Have I missed anything? Nah, can't be. I have already checked it so many times. Then why does something seem to bother me?

I scanned the paper again, but nothing seemed to strike me wrong.

I was too distracted that I almost missed the bench shift a bit, indicating that someone has taken the seat beside me. I quickly shut my book with the paper inside and looked up to see that it was Allen grinning excitedly at me.

"Bella!", he cried dramatically and engulfed me in a tight hug.

Oh God!

I hate this guy!

I wriggled and wriggled trying to escape from his yucky sweaty grip, but unfortunately didn't succeed. I must say, the loony did have some impressive muscles.

I sighed and stayed still as I knew struggling wouldn't make it any better. He laughed and let me go when he realised that I had given up.

The moment he let go of me, I hurled my bag at him and punched him on the face.

"You fucking assholic loony! I've told you, never to give me a hug when you are dripping with sweat, especially after your goddamn basketball practises", I told and punched him again and again as he continued laughing hysterically.

He was laughing so hard that with all the trashing and punching, we both fell off the bench on the puddle of mud below.

"Ewwwww!", I made a disgusted face as a splash of mud entered my mouth.

I started spitting out lumps of saliva, too disgusted to even notice, until the loony applied a handful of mud on my face.

OH NO! He didn't stop right there. He went to the extent of feeding me that shit too!

"That's it! You are going to regret the day you were born!", I shrieked and started slapping him with my shoe.

"I"

SLAP!

"Fucking!"

SLAP!

"HATE YOU!"

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

I spat each word venomously, giving him the killer look.

If looks could kill, he would be dead by now.

He swallowed hard.

"I'm sorry!", he cried and gripped my ankles, begging for mercy.

Nah just kidding.

The bugger started laughing instead as he rolled on the mud even more, totally ignoring my glare. He lied on his tummy and pounded his fists on the ground as he laughed uncontrollably, while I was the definition of a fuming bull.

I glared at him for a full minute and then an idea struck me. My lips twitched into an evil smile.

You are going to pay loony!

Revenge is sweet!

I jumped on him and pushed his head in to the mud as he thrashed like a dying fish.

"Accept defeat and I'll let you go!", I cried triumphantly.

He didn't give up sooner like I expected. He thrashed and struggled a bit and when he realised that I was cutting his oxygen supply, he stayed still, as a sign of accepting defeat.