Theory of The Savage Youth (DISCONTINUED)

Chapter 15: Welcome to Eslite

Silence scattered across the room. You could even hear a pin drop because of the lack of sound in the area if it wasn't for the carpet but for the sake of the metaphor go with it. I blink in confusion trying to process things such as what is she doing in here? What's with the cheshire grin? And what's with the smug face but my thoughts won and manage to escape from my lips.

"Why you're still alive?" I say in monotone. Of all the questions, am I right?

She was taken back then her eyebrows twitch in knitting motion. Her annoyed expression turns into a cocky one after she recover from the sudden offensive remark out of blue.

"You are lucky I'm in the good mood so I'll take that as a compliment."

I agree in silent deciding not to ask what did she do this time to have good mood this much. Cause basically the answer are she got the nuclear codes from the CIA or she discovered something valuable enough to bribe a president to give her the power to rule a country.

"A little birdie told me that tomorrow will be a blast."

Let's hope she didn't put bombs. We both like using figurative speeches and all but mostly we meant literally what exactly what we say. Who knows where she might hide them. As much as I hate school I'm not 'that' heartless to let her blow places up into smithereens under my watch.

Before I could react someone cut me off to that. Rude.

"What do you mean by that? Secondly, why are you sitting there?" Vanderwood butted in.

Oh, right. Almost forgot he was still existing.

Then the door opens revealing a strawberry blonde guy releasing a dark aura giving a get-out-or-i'll-skin-you-off-that-chair look at Clair.

With a stomp she got off the wheeled chair and pick up the duster and started dusting the shelf with huge ass trophies while mumbling something about taking over the whole school and other random I'll be ruling the whole world plans.

"My father will be here in a minute. Have a seat." Talk about control freak.

Wait, he is Mr.Capslock's son? No wonder why his so cocky and bossy around.

Vanderwood sat on one of the vacant chairs while me being as a stubborn I fished my phone from my pocket then acted like I got a message. A good excuse to move away from some random corner and pretend to text back which in reality I'm just writing another chapter in my shipping book in wattsy.

Few tics and tacs by the wall clock a man with auburn hair and same purple cold eyes like Sassy pants over there who they call the principal aka mr. Capslock finally showed up.

He scanned the whole room looking for someone probably his car keys then stop after meeting my gaze. Okay so not his car keys.

"Mr Cipher. You finally showed up." I raised him an eyebrow while the female brunette will duster snickered with a meaningful look at me. Reminding me about my outfit.

That should be my line because I got here first to begin with.

"Why exactly I am here for?" I cut the chase. I wanna leave as soon as possible.

"Straight to the point I see." I heard Vanderwood's side comment.

"You're moving out." He said bluntly.

So he basically kicked me out of his school just like that easily, finally!

"Gladly." I smirked victoriously then turn where the door is to walk out like a boss.

"Mr. Vanderwood I would like you to accompany Mr. Cipher. I'll give you two days to help him with his forms to transfer."

Clair tried to hold a giggle on the clichè situation I always get into myself.