Living With The Enemy

Chapter Twelve

"So, you decided to piss him off, even though you knew of the outcome? Man, that is some dumb sh--"

      "I don't need a lecture from the likes of you, Amir. I already got enough of that from Michael," he muttered. Prince was still standing in front of him, but this time, he was pacing, and that was making Amir nervous for reasons he didn't know about. Amir crossed his arms as he lowered a corner of his lip in thought. "Look," Amir did just that, "I seriously didn't count on all that happening. I just thought he...I dunno..."

      Amir uncrossed his arms. "You thought he would sit back and take it like he always had," he finished for him. Prince didn't answer; he just looked away. On some level, he knew Amir was right. "You were wrong in all of it, but I told you about how he was about his father." Amir scoffed, "you're just lucky he came back to his senses before he actually kicked your ass from up under you."

      "You know, if you're gonna be like that, then get the hell out."

      "Aww, did I make you angry?" he teased, his voice rising a bit in pitch. "What's the matter - can't handle the shit that you dish out? Well then, you shouldn't be in the kitchen. You don't like it when people do to you what you do to them? Prince - if I may call you that - you messed up big time. What he said to you wasn't even all that bad, on my opinion. From what I've witnessed in this situation, you are arrogant, and Xen-whatever-the-fuck-her-name-is, was right. Both her and Michael." Amir stood and looked at Prince through now-narrowed eyes. Prince was looking at him just the same, only he was shaking his head.

      He for closer to Amir to the point where they were chest to chest, bit Amir was still a few inches taller. "You feel so good about yourself right now, don't you?" he whispered in a deadly tone. Amir only gave him a smug smile and crossed his arms again, between them. "You think you're something? Well let me tell you," he leaned forward more and tilted his head so that his mouth was closer to Amir's ear, "You. Ain't. Nothin'." He pulled back and saw how Amir was still looking like a smug son of a something. 

      "Word of advice Princey: make due with Mr. Jackson before it's too late." He uncrossed his arms and walked to the door in success. He placed his hand on the knob and turned it to open the door. He looked back over his shoulder and saw Prince turned away from him. "And another thing: yes, I do feel good about myself. Great is an even better word."

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      Prince stood in front of the door he reluctantly wanted to knock on. All his feelings rushed out of his heart and into the open. Maybe it was guilt - or fear - that Michael put into Prince, but something made him less confident and cocky whenever he thought about Michael or his presence. Without thinking anymore than he should have, he knocked on the door two times, but didn't hear a peep from Michael. He knocked again, but still got nothing. 

      Prince gripped the gold doorknob and leaned his head forward to hear if anybody was inside. His eyes wandered the door before he swallowed. "Michael?" he said into the barrier that was separating him from the inside. "Michael...I'm coming in. Now. So, be ready." He still got no response, so he waited a second or two before twisting the doorknob and pushing it in. When he let the knob go, he saw how it was almost completely dark with a few candles here and there. He stood back and contemplated on walking in or leaving at the snap of two fingers. He strained his eyes to depict a tall figure in front of the wide window through the dim light.