Teach Them A Lesson

Lesson 6: You Challenge The Delinquent

You know that moment when you’re so angry, so fucking pissed, that you want to hit everything within your vision? That’s exactly what I feel right now.

How could someone even ever dare to give me ‘the finger’ is beyond my understanding.

Suddenly, it’s just too much. Mom grounding me for failing Math, Kate gossiping about me, me punching an innocent girl…etcetera, etcetera. I feel like a ticking time-bomb. One wrong word and I’ll surely explode.

Calm the fuck down, I ordered myself. It’s not his fault at all. If someone jumped on me without any warning then, of course, I’ll flip him off too. Hell, I’d make sure I’d hit him in the place where the sun never shines and stop all of his next generation, if that happened to me. Also, this guy didn’t know that I was a judo student and had good experience in boxing. He’d never have done that if he knew that I’d the ability to kick him to the space and land him on Neptune, in a matter of few seconds. Yeah, I’m exaggerating.

The loud noise of our doorbell interrupted my thoughts. Avoiding the feeling of Déjà vu, I went to open the door.

As expected, it was Dad. This time, I didn’t bother with our ritual even though he came at me with open arms. I stayed rigid on my spot folding my arms in front of me to make sure that he’d not try to hug me. Dad frowned.

“What’s wrong, Rin?” He asked, obviously disappointed.

“Dad, what’s going on? Why is that guy moving in our house?” I bombarded him with my questions. “You said that this house is for us and only us. Why are you changing that now, after so many years? I don’t want anyone here. You promised that I’d have the house for myself after Luke moved out. But, now there’s a fucking arrogant basta—“

“Language, Rin. You know your Mom doesn’t lik—“

“Yeah, yeah. She doesn’t like it when we swear. But isn’t that why we do it?” I looked at Dad, smirking. Before he got a chance to reply, I moved back to the topic. “So, as I was saying, he is a fucking arrogant and rude jerk and I’m not staying ten-foot near his stinking-self. Now, get him out of this house. He can live in a hotel or a lounge, or even in the sidewalk, for all I care.” I completed.

“First of all, Rin, I don’t swear to piss off your mother, but because, well, I met her because I was swearing.” He looked me in the eye. “You know the story, don’t you?” He asked chuckling.

“Of course! You told us that story as a bedtime story when we were kids. The one where the prince is screaming at his friend in a library and the princess—who was also in the library, trying to find her book—hears him. Then she tells him how they shouldn’t produce such noise in the library and the prince falls in love with her at the first sight because of her sheer beauty and intelligence. They get married and live happily ever after.” I replied, matching his chuckle.

“It was a good story.” He said. “Almost the same as what happened.”

“Almost. But you were not screaming at your friend. You were having library sex with what’s-her-face and Mom caught you, as she was a volunteer in the library. She gave you a long lecture on these things, but, you were just so busy checking her out that you didn’t even notice when she walked towards you and slapped you on the face.” I said in a low voice. “Like you deserved.” I added.

“Those were the good times.” He said with a hint of nostalgia on his face.

“Dad, stop distracting me from the real problem.” I said in a threatening voice. “Now, tell me why is he staying here? And, for how long?”

Dad completely ignored my first question but answered my second one.

“A year.” He said.

I looked at him, shocked. I swear that my face would just resemble a person who has just seen a pig flying.