Frenemies

15.) The Threat

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His eyebrows shot up.

"Ummm, sure, yeah, what part of the house do you want me to help with?"

"Upstairs, me and my sister's rooms are World War I and II respectively."

He let out a bellow of laughter.

"This is the first time anyone's ever asked me to help them clean their room, not gonna lie."

Lyla opened the door wider for him to walk through, and motioned for him to follow her.

"Really, not even after a house party? Oh, wear your shoes into the house; you'll need it."

He heeded her last comment and replied, "Nah, I don't stick around for that."

"Don't tell me you're a virgin."

"Okay."

"You are?" she turned around to look at him, incredulity evident on her face.

"You told me not to tell you I was a virgin, so..."

Her nose pinched upwards, and she continued walking up the stairs. "You just don't look like you would be a virgin, that's all."

"Did you just indirectly call me hot?"

"No, I just indirectly called you popular. Popular people tend-"

"What the actual crap happened here Lyla?" he hissed.

They had entered the top tier of stairs; a lot of the drywall from Divya's room had fallen onto this part of the staircase, not to mention the load of plaster that had settled all across the hallway. His face had a look of astonishment plastered all over it. He turned to her with a hard frown.

"Where are your parents?" he demanded.

All trace of his high was gone, and his eyes no longer held their glazed, dumb look from before. Lyla's lips twitched.

"Business and family trips. My mom's in France with my sister, while my dad's in China, but he'll join them later. They have to attend one of my cousin's wedding in France."

He opened his mouth to respond, but before he could say anything, she swiftly threw him off the top of the staircase and onto the carpeted floor below. He didn't even have time to process what happened if Lyla could tell anything from the dazed look on his face.

As he hit the ground with a solid THUD, Lyla continued to smile with morbid pleasure. She knew he wouldn't die from the impact; he had a solid, healthy body that would aid him in recuperation, and it was clear from the last excursion she'd had at their house that their defense teacher prepared him and his brother well. Her intention was to give him a large enough concussion that would cause short-term memory loss. It was one of the first moves Sarah had taught her. She smiled at the memory; it was the first time Lyla had gotten a concussion.

She quickly popped out one of the blunt knives out of the phone and she stood in front of the wall of her room. She lifted her arm and dug the side with the knife deep into the wall. She dragged the knife down, her arms straining against the solid build of the wall. After she finished her first cut into the wall, she made a parallel cut. Her hand felt sore and it slipped multiple times off her phone, but when she finally made both cuts in the barrier, she lifted her foot and gave a hard kick. She felt the wall give way, and she stepped into her room.