Counting Stars

CHAPTER THREE - MR ROBBER GUY

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"Who the hell do you think you are!? What gives you the right to storm into my house and act like you own it!? Newsflash, this is planet earth you're walking on! You don't just stroll into people's houses and expect them to serve you. You're not royalty, even if you do have a stick shoved up your ass!"

His eyes were now wide as he opened his mouth to speak, but I cut him off.

"You actually think you can tell me what to do? Well, guess what mister! You can't! I am my own person and I answer to no one!" Okay, that was an outright lie, but that was about to change.

He tried again.

"Listen-"

"No! You listen! I am sick and tired of everyone thinking I'm a doormat they can wipe their feet on, that I'm dirt beneath their shoes. Their personal slave that'll do anything they say. Well, I have something for you, Mr Robber Guy. I. Am not. A dog! If you want your own bitch, you can damn well go get an animal! Cause I have had enough!"

I finished my rant by stabbing my finger into his chest, emphasising my point. He looked stunned, and that was fine by me. I could give him a few minutes to let it sink in, then I would kick him out.

A slow clapping sound made me snap my head to the left. A figure emerged from the shadows and came to stand in front of me, tilting his head towards the lamp light.

I gasped as I saw a boy with jet black hair and warm brown eyes grin at me. There were more of them?

Then I remembered the shadow from Agatha's bedroom. It was him. It must have been.

"I have to say, that's the best scolding I've ever seen. You didn't fall of his supposedly irresistible charm-" he rolled his eyes in Mr Robber Guy's direction - "And he looks like he just got slapped. So kudos to you for that. Bravo, Shortie, bravo."

I stared at him. Uh...what?

"And who are you?" I asked him, hoping to get a better answer than before.

"And don't you dare say 'your worst nightmare.'" He raised his eyebrows at my fierce tone.

"I wouldn't dream of it. I don't fancy dying anytime soon. I'm still young." I glared at him. Was he mocking me?

"The name's Warren, honey," he stated, bowing with a flourish.

"At your service."

Hmm. I think I preferred to call him Mr Cocky Pants. He sure looked like he had an ego the size of a horse.

"That's nice. Now what are you doing here?" He looked thrown for a second, but quickly recovered.

"Ah. That. I was hoping you'd forget about that question."

I rolled my eyes.

"Well, the truth is, we're here to rob you."

I kind of already knew that.

"And?"

He blinked.

"What do you mean, 'and'?"

I sighed.

"Why did you come here? What did you want to take? Elaborate." I ordered, crossing my arms and tapping my foot impatiently. The bastard had the audacity to smirk at me!

"Well?"

"Oh, I like this one," he said, ignoring me and turning to Mr Robber Guy.

"Can we keep her? She's feisty."

I opened my mouth in shock. He was talking about me as if I was no better than an animal, even though I had just clearly stated that I wouldn't tolerate being treated that way! How rude!

"Warren..." Sighed Mr Robber Guy, as if he were talking to a child. He seemed to have gotten over the initial shock of when I had shouted at him.

"What?" Mr Cocky Pants asked childishly, pouting.

"I want her. She's entertaining!"

Mr Robber Guy raised an eyebrow.

"It's too risky. You know the boys will agree with me." I gave a start.

Boys? What boys? Were there more? No, there couldn't be. I hadn't noticed anything. I nervously looked around again, but the hallway was empty, save for the two idiots standing in front of me.

"Yeah, but we can't just let her walk away now, can we? She's seen us,"
Mr Cocky Pants countered smugly.

I heard something that sounded suspiciously like,
"Should have worn the stupid masks," from Mr Robber Guy, and my head snapped towards him.

What were they planning?

He nodded at Mr Cocky Pants, who turned and whistled a shrill sound with two of his fingers. "Guys? You can come out now. She's already seen half of us, so there's no point in hiding."

At that, two more shadowy figures appeared from the darkness.

My eyes widened as a a tall boy with golden hair and sky blue eyes stepped into the dim light, followed by a lean brunette with piercing emerald eyes.

Aw, hell. There were more of them!? And the worst part was...

They were both gorgeous.

Just like Mr Cocky Pants and Mr Robber Guy.

Blondie reminded me of a loyal puppy, with his angular but cute face and his floppy gold hair.

I dubbed him Labrador.

Brunette looked like the daring prankster type, with mischief glinting in his eyes, so I named him Puck.

Once I was satisfied with their names, I opened my mouth to speak.

Just as I was about to say something, my eyes landed on what Labrador had in his hands.

Instantly I stiffened, snapping my mouth shut.

Where did they find that?

Slowly, I started to back away. Mr Cocky Pants furrowed his eyebrows, trying to get what I was doing.

Suddenly, understanding dawned in his eyes.

"Hey," he started, stepping forward. "Are you-"

But it was too late.

Turning on my heel, I spun round and did for the thousandth time what I did best.

I ran.