Have you ever felt so much hate for someone that the mere thought of their oh-so-beautiful face, mixed with that cocky smirk leaves your blood boiling? The sound of his Swedish accent as he mocks you with his laughter, raising an eyebrow every time you embarrass yourself in front of him is enough to make you crack your knuckles in anger...
Well, if you do, then you know just about how much I hate Felix fucking Kjellberg. And I don’t know how these two assholes beside me got me to agree going with them despite the fact that my lifelong enemy was coming, too.
“Haha, there’s our sweet dessert!” Ken chuckled huskily, pointing at the said blonde who walked awkwardly as he made his way towards us while trying not to drop the four ice cream cones. I half-wished he did drop them on his shirt.
“Come on, give me mine before you drop it!” Minx called excitedly, standing up from the table to assist him. “Which one’s mine?”
“The purple one. The caramel one is Ken’s.” he indicated with a tip of his head, before grinning deviously. “This chocolate one’s yours, Cry.”
I reached over, about to snatch it from his hands and roll my eyes at him, but as my hand was inches from the cone, he dropped the creamy brown ball and it fell face flat on the ground.
“Oh, sorry, Cry.” he excused in the most concerned way as he took a lick at his vanilla ice cream, mischievous smile still evident.
My hand that was still awkwardly in front of him transformed into a raised middle finger, earning laughs from the two who were silently eating beside me before.
“At least I won’t get fat,” I retorted, trying to appear calm when all I felt was the nagging irritation in the back of my head.
Minx’s sudden idea just made it worse. “How about you guys share? It was Pewds’ fault af-”
“Fuck no!” We yelled at the same time, then glaring at each other before I looked away.
There was a moment of silence, Ken and Minx looking at each other, wondering if this get-together was a bad idea after all, before Pewds stepped closer and stretched his hand out to place the ice cream in front of me. I looked over at him, and he had a look that for some reason told me he was sorry, as if giving me the dessert was a form of treaty. The other two looked at Pewds, then at me, then him again.
I had a mental battle with myself. Should I? Shouldn’t I? If this was another trap, then I would only make a fool of myself once more and he would win. Again. But if he was really apologizing, then why shouldn’t I forgive him? Beside his expression looked genuine.
I slowly took the ice cream that was now starting to melt at its sides, looking up at him but this time my gaze held no anger. Minx and Ken “aww’d” at the sight, all of us silently wondering about this sudden show of affection.
We didn’t have to wait long because that cocky smirk came back as his hand that hadn’t left the cone’s base rose to his face and he took the whole melting ball of white vanilla into his mouth as I shouted “Hey!” but I was already too late and it was gone in the blink of an eye, his tongue licking the remaining sugary dessert around his lips.
“Sorry, Cry. But you’re only getting the cone.” he teased, sticking out his tongue as I took a deep breath and sighed loudly in frustration. Worst mistake of my life. Of course he was a good actor, I noticed that.
“I hate you so much.” I muttered, receiving loud teases and laughter from the three idiots. “So much.”
That was the day I decided to give him a little payback. Don’t get me wrong, that wasn’t the only time he tested my nerves, so I figured I’d give him a little revenge that he deserved. Hell, he should see it coming, so I’ll make it worth his wait.
