The Three Kings of Langley Academy

VI: The Deal Is Sealed

(A/N: Joan Smalls as Estrella Rosario. Sorry for typos)

"That moron! I can't believe that happened." Javier snickered and leaned against the chair's backrest which he had in front of him.

"But I got to say, it'll make the win a lot more satisfying." Marcus mumbled in reply.

"True," another voice spoke out lowly, sinisterly. The two turned to the tall, pale man whose arms were crossed and whose back was against the wall. "But I will get my revenge." he spoke, nonchalant, though he clenched his jaw so tight it would've broken his teeth.

Marcus' brow raised automatically upon hearing that. "Are you honesty that stupid? Don't you know who he is?"

The man scoffed at that and felt a tendon of anger be pulled in him, "Does he know who I am?" 

He pushed himself from where he leaned. "I'M LEE DAE-HYUN!"

Marcus shot up from the seat he sat on, "AND I'M MARCUS D'FROI!" He huffed sharply. "But who the hell cares because he's Roux Dahlberg; he's long left the presently tainted shadow of his father and is no player to disregard."

Javier, who sat quietly in his chair didn't mind not getting a say in the conversation at moment because he was far too amused by the two hot-headed morons fighting right in front of him. 

The smuggest of smirks rose on his lips as the two other kings stared each other down. 

Thank goodness his parents weren't around at the moment, just perfect because it was his turn to host the king meeting, thus why they were hanging around in his family's wine cellar. 

Their said vehicles with slashed tires were towed to a car shop by the way; Javier's family helper picked them up

The man on his seat laughed lowly at the child-like arguement sprawled before him. "Ay, I swear, this is better than the telenovellas mama watches."

Just as the two turned to glare at Javier, the universe decided to employ justice amongst them by sending forth wrath in designer pumps.

"ANDRÉS CRISTÍANO JAVIÉR EMANUÉL ALONZO ROSARÍO!" the world quaked as a door flew open to reveal the practically literal devil in prada, the prima donna of the house, at least when Mrs. Rosario wasn't around, the Brazilian king's sister.

The being on the seat cringed at the sound and whipped his head to the fury charging at him. "WHO IN A THOUSAND HELLS DID THAT TO MY CAR!"

"YOUR CAR?" Javier shot up from where he was seated. "WE HAVE JOINT CUSTODY OF THAT JAGUAR IF YOUR OLD HEAD FORGOT, ESTRELLA."

"NOT AFTER I TELL PAPA YOU GOT THE TIRES SLASHED." the iron maiden snapped. Javier scoffed out a chuckle, "Engraçado. Você é estúpido o suficiente para pensar que eu cortaria meus próprios pneus!*"

(*in Portuguese via google translate* Funny. You're stupid enough to think I'd slash my own tires!)

The two glared at each other and started professing profanities until a separate one of them shouted, cutting the siblings off. "I swear, you two fight like moronic children." Marcus spat, completely silencing the bickering Estrella who was intensly infatuated by him.