Snakes Of Love

4. Receiving Orders

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"Hi, my name is Nova."

"I know what your fucken name is." 

"Wow, you're not very polite are you." She said dripping her fry in barbecue sauce, most people would drip it in ketchup but no, this was anyway to annoy me. 

"Baby give her a break." The Latino guy sitting next to her with hands wrapped on around her waist. "She'll get used to us soon."

She groan over-dramatically throwing her head on his shoulder. "She's been ignoring us for like thirty minutes and lunch is about to be over." She whined immaturely.

I was sitting at my private table, the only alone time I had in the day. But as luck would have it, once Carlos the son of a bitch came to my school and stalk me in every period as so did his little bitch puppies. If they weren't making out, they were poking my very last nerve to its fucking core. I think they were doubling it since Carlos was absence today.

"You know the longer you ignore us the longer we're going to be pounding your ass." Nova said taking her fry from her tray. I huffed in annoyance then stormed off. I was tired of these petty puppies following me all day.

I walk down the empty hallway with my knee high boot making noise every time it hit the ground. There were a few people there; senior who acted like they didn't give a fuck in life, couples ready to fuck in the janitors closet and teachers fed up enough to kill themselves. I passed all of them swiftly and opened the back doors of the school escaping hell. I search the parking with eyes before spotting my polish Larborghini. I hopped into my car and drove to the nearest coffee house, my favorite place. The ride there was absolute quiet, the very thing I needed.

 I walked into the coffee house with bell ringing announcing my presence. The coffee house was empty and frightening silent, I should have ran out quietly but I was really desperate for some coffee. I walked deeper into the place scanning for anything suspicious, all the while looking for someone to make my coffee. The place got too quiet so I decided to depart from here before it blew up. Call me paranoid but in this city anything can blow up at anytime. I pulled the doorknob of the exit but it was stuck. Immediately I pulled out my gun ready to shoot anything that came my way. My gun followed my eyes as the scanned the room again. 

"You can put the gun down Tempe." 

I fired my gun at the origin of the voice without thinking for a second.  I knew who owned the voice and I was getting sick and tried of his petty tricks. It's been less then two days and he already fucked up my last nerve.

He was groaning in the ground as I slowly walked towards him still holding my gun in position. I looked down at him quite satisfied with what I've done but also worried to what Joseph would say. Just as I was going to say my victory words to him, he removed his shirt revealing his bulletproof vase. I cussed devilishly in my head.

"Put the gun down Tempe." He smirked probably

"My name is Temperance jackass." I could feel the venom running through my teeth as I said this. The blood running through my bloods were burning hot and I could feel my face turning pepper red.

"I'm going to say this for the last time, put the gun down." He was losing his patience slowly and so was I.

"I fucken shot you again if you..." In the blink of an eye the gun disappeared from my hands. I stood there foe a second trying to process what just happened. my hands were still in the mid-air when I realized I was unarmed.

"Now, can you sit your ass down and let me talk to you." He said in a threatening voice like he was about to hit me. I stepped back feeling my spine shivering. I thought for a second whether  I should sit down and show weakness or stand there and wait for him to hit me.

"Sit down." He said interrupting my thoughts and drawing 

"Shut up." I finally manage to say but after saying that I felt confidence running through my veins. "And don't ever fucken talk to me like that you little bitch."

A smirked appeared on his face as he stepped back calmly. "As you wish."

I watched him as he paced back slowly exploring the coffee house within the few meters with his back towards me. I stood there awkwardly waiting for him talk to me so I can finally leave. I knew I should have made my own coffee this morning.

"How did you know I coming here?" I asked. He swiftly turned on his heels and looked at me like I already knew the answer the question.

"I needed to talk to you..." He said ignoring the question.

"Was trapping me in a coffee house not obvious enough?"  I said sarcastically  interrupting him mid sentence, he frowned at me disapproving before continuing. 

"Tempe you need to stop messing with my men." Carlos said this deeply and in a devilish manner. It was like his eyes turned red as I looked at them flaming.

Why was he acting like he never killed anyone before. Over the year we've lost men too, in car explosions and gun fights and what not. I was going to kill him in the way I planned but for the mean time I was getting back at him by shotting his men one by one. 

"I don't know what you're talking about." I said calmly.

He grabbed my face his hands and looked me dead in the eyes, now I could see the fire. I felt his breath blowing on my face and his hands grip my face with more force. 

"You know exactly what I'm talking about." He slurred even more fire burning through voice. "You know exactly what I'm taking about."

For a moment there he glanced at my wet lips and looked back up at my eyes like he was telling me something. I bit hard trying to not to feeling the awkwardness in the silence. He just stood there holding my face and staring into my eyes. 

"Are you ever going to let go of my face?" I asked braking the silence with my eyebrow raised. He blinked several times like he was traveling back into reality. He stepped back looking away. He groaned lowly running his hands through his face like he was calming himself.

His head turned back to me. "Just... just stop pushing my fucken buttons Tempe."  That was the last thing he said before passing by me and departing. 

At this point I tempted to go to Starbucks for my coffee.