Teach Them A Lesson

Lesson 5: You Attack The Delinquent

You know that moment when you see a person for first time in your life. It’s a love at first sight and everything else in this world becomes a complete blur? Well, this wasn't one of those moments.

The guy in front of me was wearing a black jacket--obviously. But I also saw that he was wearing black pants topped with a black tee. His converse was black with some little dirt here and there. I looked at him head to toe. Once, twice, thrice.

I didn't know black was in the season. Frowning, I looked up at his face again.

"Dad?" I asked, stupidly.

He looked at me for a second, reflecting my confusion. Then his perfectly fitted lips twitched. I guess he realized what I'd just called him.

And so did I.

This man was so not my dad.

My dad wasn't someone who liked wearing jeans with converse. My dad didn't like to wear cologne -- he preferred high class perfumes that cost more than my years' pocket money. My dad didn't have his hair styled sticking in different direction. He liked it neat and parted.

Most of all, my dad didn't look like a freaking runaway model who should be on the cover of a magazine rather than my big, almost empty, house.

So, if this is not my dad, who the fuck is he?

I don't know.

Oh my fucking god--I'm hugging a stranger. I quickly untangled myself from him and stared at his face.

"Who are you?" I asked. It was supposed to be a retheroritical question but it sounded more like a snap. Hey, now even you'd get freaked out if you're hugging someone you met only--oh, some few millisecond ago.

It took him a moment to answer.

"Who the fuck are you?" He fired back.

I stared at him, taken aback. It had been a while since someone spoke to me in that manner. People didn't show me fury, they were mostly scared of me. This sudden fact pissed me off even more.

I spoke without thinking. "I own this land so you better not use that tone with me, or else you'll get thrown out. Now, tell me, who the fuck are you?"

At this, his lips that were set in a hard line, till now, turned up into a smirk. And then, he used the worst line that was ever made on this planet Earth.

"That's for me to know and for you to..." He trailed off looking at the incredulous look I was giving him.

For a few seconds, I stared at him with the same incredulous face and all he did was stare back.

You must have guessed what I did then.

If you didn't, let me tell you.

I turned and went inside the house. I had slammed the door hard and I hoped that luckily, it would flatten his perfect nose. This thought calmed me down. But not completely.

I headed straight for the kitchen. Mom was putting some oil in the pan, probably trying to make me some eggs. I quickly ignored the rumbling of my stomach at the thought of food and jumped at Mom.

 "Mom, what' going on?"

Mom looked up, puzzled.

"Huh?"

"There's some guy with his whole place packed in his bags and suitcase. Dad isn't home yet..Is someone coming here? You know, if he is, then he would be the first outsider to ever set a foot in this house.” I said.

“Wait, hasn’t your dad told you about this?” She asked.

“Told me what?”

“Rin…” She trailed off.