Taming Travis (boyxboy)

Chapter 13 - Uncontrollable Thoughts

TRAVIS

"Trav, calm down," Luke called out after I kicked the damn table near me, creating a loud screeching sound.

I ran my hand through my hair as I bit my lip, feeling my blood boil at the sight of the empty bed near me. I grabbed its white covers and messed the entire bed, kicking the edges like it did something to irk me to the core. Well, it did! The sight annoyed the hell out of me!

Fucking wimpy nerd. How dare he glare at me like that then disappear the next hour? Just where did he go? Was he hiding?

JUST WHERE WAS HE HIDING?! He was supposed to be here doing everything to perfect my dish!

"Aren't you making a bit too much deal out of a 'dish'?" Matthew joined, a smirk playing on his face.

Damn him and his face.

He was right though. I shouldn't be making a big deal out of this. Well.. It's just that the professor dared to go against me in cooking class. He was a friend of Rick, my brother, and used that card to try and make me do what he wants. He fucking wants me to cook a dish. Me - a king who's being cooked, served, all the time - would cook a dish? He must be crazy. And to think he'd say he would make me repeat his fucking class if I fail this stupid dish?

People must be crazy these days, not knowing where they should stand. Such courage they have. Such bravery their eyes held. Such things exist that I'd sure love to crush.

"Why don't you use one of my girls? One of them would make it for me. Want me to order her to make yours too?" Luke suggested while playing with his tennis ball, throwing it against the wall.

I frowned, though finding that idea a good option too. But then, someone told me this was a good way to make that nerd know his place. He must be bowing before me, not the other way around.

I am the King. He's just a peasant.

"No. I want that nerd to obey me. He'd be hiding somewhere right now, but I don't care. He'd be here sooner or later and I'll make sure to make him know his place then," I said, staring at the empty bed of that nerd.

I haven't really slept in this room. After the nerd dragged me back here, I finally snapped out of my reverie of "him being cute" mostly, and came back to my senses. I swear I almost saw him flinch and wet his pants when I growl and gave him a murderous glare.

That nerd? Cute?

Tsk.

I don't know what the hell has gotten me thinking of gross things like that. Just thinking back about it made me shudder in disgust.

I don't plan to live with a fucking wimpy nerd. I let the rumors of me staying in the dormitory and sharing the room with a damn nerdy guy fly around so my dad won't know the truth. Truth being me sleeping in Luke's room for the past week. Luke and Matthew now shared a room together. I don't know what happened to Matthew's roommate but I don't give a flying fuck about him either. Whoever he is.

"I know where he is!" A friend of ours suddenly said, panting by the doorway.

"Where the hell is that peasant?" I said, feeling a bit excited to see him. Well, to make him bow to me.

Maybe he already knew his place after I let him see my palace a while ago. Just thinking of his expression back then made me smile. Those glares. Like a goddamn puppy. Ah, I've never been this satisfied in annoying someone so damn much in my life.

"He.. he went home!!"

What the actual fuck?

"They said he's never going back here again!" he said, smiling gleefully.