habituated with a kiss

CHAPTER 8: god of destruction

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from RizZ'

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CHAPTER 8: god of destruction

How did this happen to me? Am I a bad person? Oh…wait…yeah…but still.

I’m with the jerk right now. We’re in the library doing home works. Actually I’m making his homework. He made me do it since he’s feeling a little bit lethargic. Can you believe this guy?

Once I’ve been at school he started ordering me around like I’m some kind of a slave. Well, I am because of that stupid treaty.

I can’t let him show the pictures to the principal or else hello Paris and sayonara Maggie and Darin. Darn. Just when I thought he was actually a nice person.

BLACKMAILER!!

I looked at him mournfully hoping he would feel a tiny commiseration. He just scowls.

“Can you do it a little bit faster?” He demands.”I have soccer practice.”

WHAT AN ASS. Anyway, I just knew things about him a while ago like his name and year and who he is at school. His name is Ares Montgonery, at first I can’t believe his name is Ares. I laughed at it a little but he seems to not care at all. WEIRDO. He’s a junior, a year older than me and probably the same age as Darin. He’s the hot guy at school and girls love him. Yeah I noticed. He even has a fun club full of gawky girls. I told him that it’s skewed but he seems to be quite pleased with it.

“Well, if you want to finish this a little faster, maybe you can do it yourself and get your lazy ass working for a change huh?” I say aggravated.

“Wow, you can express yourself real easy. Not many girls can do that in front of me. I’m impressed” He said.

“Well, I’m also impressed at your parents. They seemed to know what you would be like when you grew up and gave you the perfect name” I say with a little smile “It really suits you, you know. God of war and destruction.” I added teasingly.

“Hmmnn. Well, yours suits you too.” He looked at me unnervingly. “’Miranda’ means Admirable. Did you know that? Its origin is a Latin word...”

“Yeah. Whatever.” I say sounding unimpressed. Actually I’m impressed, he seems to know a lot, for a JERKY JOCK.

After a while, I’m beginning to feel a little uncomfortable. He watches me work with his assignments. What a weirdo.

“That’s enough.” He says then stands up.

“Wait, I’m not finished yet.”

“No, you can leave it. We’re going in the field.”

People are looking at us while we walk through the hallway. I don’t know what it is they are thinking, but I have a feeling that it is full of crap.

When we reached the field, he ordered me to change into a soccer uniform and I did. Well, what can I do? Then, he told the team that we are going to play together. Just the two of us against the varsity players.

After the game, he asked the captain if I can be one of the varsity players in the boys’ team, and can you believe what the captain did? He agreed instantaneously.

“Hey! I already joined the swimming club and furthermore I already have the orchestra to keep me busy.”

“Well, quit!”

“I can’t just quit like that.”

“Yeah you can.”

What is he thinking? I’m so befuddled. I can’t read him.

When the day is finished, he instructed me to go meet him at the schools’ parking lot.

Well, after you have become to be so inconsiderate, IN YOUR FACE.

I wouldn’t meet up with him. In his dreams. I may be his slave and I might owe him, but I think it’s time for the boy to know who’s BOSS.

It’s been 3 hours after I left him. He must be really angry now. Oh well, let him suck up.

I walk and walk letting the time pass, until I reach some strange place. I’ve never been here and it’s getting dark. I must go home now.

I started to walk back home and just my luck, it started to pour rain. I decided to call my driver and let me be picked up but my cell phone’s battery is dead.

“Great, just as I really need you, you bailed on me, you stupid high tech. phone.” I muttered to myself. Out of frustration I toss it hard hoping the thing would be shattered completely. Then, I heard someone yelp ‘OUCH’.

I must’ve hit someone.

I’m soaking wet but I need to apologize. Now, I might be a trouble maker, but my mom raised me to be polite when I cause’ trouble to innocent people.

I followed the path where I heard the sound. When I reach the place, I think I might’ve have been wrong. The guy is not completely alone. In fact he was with his three friends.

They are completely livid.

I must be the most unlucky person in the world right now, cause’ when I decided to back off quietly, I sneezed. LOUD. I hope it didn’t grab their attention because I’m obviously outnumbered-well, it wouldn’t be the problem, but I feel really weak and sick, I think I might pass out-, but it did grab their attention.

What can I do? I must apologize, maybe they would take pity for a girl who is lost and feels sick. So, I said ‘sorry’. I really swallowed my whole pride to say that because Miranda Barren doesn’t say that occasionally.

They didn’t accept my act of contrition. In fact, I think they would try to do something bad to me. I tried to yell for help but no sound came out.

I must fight.

The guy with the brown hair grabbed my left arm. When I see it coming, I tried to evade it but I really feel scrawny. My head feels a lot woozy, compared to the hangover; this is a little bit demonic.

I tried to set my arm free, but I was too weak.

“Wow, you’re gorgeous.” He said, and pulled a couple flocks of my hair. He smelled it. “You know, we don’t accept apology. What are police for if you can just say sorry?”

I tried to move, but I’m helpless.

“What do you want?” I mumble weakly.

“Well, for a gorgeous looking girl like you, maybe we can make an exception.” He stopped for a moment and touched my thighs. “How about we have fun huh?”

PERVERT!

I’m all weak. I can’t move. Now, I think this is it for me.

Just when I was about to lose hope, Ares showed up. He punched the guys and the man who’s holding me. He fights really well. He was so graceful like he was just dancing.

 It took him no less than a minute to finish these guys off. Now, they are all collapsed unconsciously on the floor. He must’ve beaten them pretty hard.

He moved towards me and carries me in a princess like manner.

“Hey, trouble.” He said gently as he walks. Then, unexpectedly, I began to cry.

I don’t know why I cried. But, as I look at him, his eyes full of hatred disappeared and turned to eyes full of concern and passion. He smiled as he looks at me and me to him.

I think his name suits him really well. Ares-the god of war and destruction.