Poetic Sound (On Hold)

Chapter 6 Obnoxious Little Boy

No POV- this isn't supposed to be a multiple POV story, but this chapter is.

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"Mister Avilla, what do you have to say on-"

"I don't have time for this!" Kendrick Avilla yells at the crowds of reporters gathered around him. Their voices buzzed as they asked him questions he didn't bother to answer. "Get the fuck out of my way," he yelled angrily as he tried to walk away. But the reporters were persistent as they followed.

"How do you feel about the rumors on-"

"The rumors are rumors and I feel like I could care less," he replied.

"Kendrick-"

"Mister Avilla-

"Sir-"

Lights flashed at every turn. He made a quick decision and ran through an open door near him.

I'm gonna miss my ride, dammit.

The crowd grew and Kendrick turned to them and said, "If any of you shove another one of those fucking cameras in my face, I'm gonna start knocking heads."

All faces fell and silence took over the large mass of people. They turned and whispered to each other instead of getting their asses handed to them.

Kendrick looked around the airport for the limo driver who was supposed to be there to pick him up. His name would be written out on a small sign held by a man in a dumb black uniform. He needed to get out of there before things really start heading South. 

All Kendrick heard the whole flight was people shouting about his presence on the plane, even from his first class seat. Someone tried to sneak in to get a picture of him, which the camera was smashed and the tiny man who held it fainted before Kendrick could throw any punches.

Patience was never Kenrick's strong suit and now, he was getting very aggravated. His stance was straight and firm and he started to rap his hand on his leg.

"That seemed unpleasant." An unfamiliar voice said. A young lady with dark, almost black hair, stood beside him. His eyes roamed her body, taking her appearance in. She was wearing a tight black dress that held her frame and all her curves. It was sleeveless and went down to her mid thigh. Kendrick made note of how it made her already full breasts stand out.

"What was," he snapped.

"You, of course," she scoffed like it was obvious.

"Why don't you keep to your own damn business."

"Wow, you are quite the obnoxious little boy now, aren't you?" She stood tall with confidence as Kendrick scowled at her.

"The only obnoxious one here is you, you spoiled brat." He disliked how she seemed to keep calm. Women would normally comment but as soon as Kendrick snapped at them, their voices disappeared and their foundation never helped to cover their pale color. There was no doubt that this lady was younger than him, but only by a couple of years if any. 

A joyful and cocky laugh fell from her lips. "Look at you. Must think you're some tough kid, huh?"

You could practically see the steam come out his nose as he huffed. "Kid? Oh please, you look like some slutty 14 year old with those clothes and face full of makeup."

Her amusement seemed to grow with every comment she received. Just when she was about to reply, a man in a black suit came up to her and asked "Delilah Sonfle?"

"Yes, that's me," she said lightly.

The man made a motion to follow.

"Wait," a voice shouted from the group of forgotten reporters. "Did he say Delilah Sonfle?" Everyone turned in her direction and started rushing her way.

Delilah calmly put on her black sunglasses and watched the reporters dance to meet her.

"Delilah, Delilah," one of the reporters, a short woman with red hair, started, out of breath.

"Actually, I go by Poet." She turned and slowly followed her driver. But before she left, she turned to see Kendrick staring her down. She sent a sly smirk his way before walking to the car.

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Currently trying to work on ways to make my chapters longer. Love you all