Theory of The Savage Youth (DISCONTINUED)

Chapter 13: Guard Dogs

Well guess what bitches it's Friday and y'all know what that means?

*Pops confetti*

24/7 playing games in bed!

_ _" As long as I'll survive this day though...*sigh* well let's get things over with.

I took a shower then fix myself for class. Yes. As much as I hate this I have to attend class cause I feel like it.... yeah right like that's gonna happen, actually yesterday another message of all-so-called-threat by the principal. AKA Mr. Dean Capslock. And unlike the previous messages he sends, it was a damn human being with a gift box. Well I made the gift box part up.

****************_Flashback_****************

I've been exchanging massages with no other than 707 himself since all of the guys are out of the chat room after changing in my jet black v-neck shirt, and pastel blue shorts with gold chains hanging both sides. Microwave like radiation hungs in the air so I tied my hair in a bun but it turns out to be messy cause I didn't brush my hair since the AC is busted now the room temperature rises making the air sticky and effin hot. Leaving me but to have no other choice but to open all of the windows including also the balcony.

You read that right.

To the hell with that I playing Mystic Messenger on my mobile. I know it's a dating game but heck I already played all video games. Mobile, online, PlayStation, x-box you name it. I'm not a fan with dating sims but I'm desperate to play game and left with no other choice just to kill time.

A continuous knocks from the door -which has been fixed last night by the maintenance guy- abrupt with my game. At first I ignore it but heck it got very annoying later on. Tch, talk about patience.

Grabbing the nearest object -which happens to be an empty can of monster- then half opened the door to see who mother fuckers I have to kill.

A six footer guy who's scented with metallic iron. Have fire eyes owns bleached hair I may say, fair complexion in a college uniform was standing in front of my room. All I can say... he is smoking. His uniform has some few dusts, messy bed hair, a fresh cut in his lower lip and an irritated expression -ready to spat but then he close his mouth- that changes into puzzled expression after he saw my figure. He was taken back a little. Then his eyes scanned my frame from head to toe and stared. I caught him swallow the lump of his throat either.

What? Is there something on my face?

'Fucking ..shit.' he thought.

Tch, rude.

I cough in order to gain his attention. Cause he's stares are highly disturbing. Corrupt.

"May I help you?" I say in such monotone way using german accent. Yeah it's a habbit. Especially when I want that human out of my sight.

"Did you just hav- tsk forget that. My intent here is to see Mr. Cipher, not his fucking buddy." He said with a stone face.

Judgmental bitch.

See, this is the other reason why I hate my situation. They'll thought of you as a male then when they see you in your room they'll thought your 'yourself's' mate or somewhat.

Stereotype pathetic bastards are more to be despised rather than low life humans.

"Not to rub it in your face Rusty but your talking to non other than Cipher herself." I said bluntly that cause for his eyes to widen.

'oh, now you're embarrassed? To the hell with that.'

"You should held that sinful sharp tongue of yours longer or otherwise stereotyping might be the cause of your death very soon. Such a shame to end of a malefactor fuck boy like you, won't it? " I smirked as I saw presence of hues blood climbing it's way on Rusty's veins.