Troublemakers

17

First thing first is to have a book. Second, read it right in front of your face, don't forget to wear your thick rimmed glasses and either let your hair loose or braid it. Third, walk that way. Fourth, if you're still noticed, run.

And maybe I should have made a fifth. Cause I bump onto a building block on the way.

"Nora. What's wrong?" Dean furrows his eyebrows.

"Umm. Nothing," I look back. He's still there, gosh. "Shit, I'm screwed. Bye!"

Dean pulls my uniform, includes the person wearing it, into the nearest class instead. It's an abandoned class. He then closes the door.

"Now, tell me."

"Nothing."

"I.. I. Nothing serious actually. Just kind of messed with the dragon. Haha," I dry laugh and gulp down real hard. Yeah, just accidentally cut 'a few strings' of his hair and knock off the hat he was wearing to cover that cut along with his head on the hallway which is in the middle of the crowd when I'm holding my opened water bottle. You must've guessed the role of that bottle or water. Or both. Tell me guys, which one awaked the devil in him more though, the knock with a waterfall or the embarrassment from getting hit in the swarm of humans? Who knows he has a hat either way, I thought he only wears hoodie. Umm.. Not my fault for not knowing. "Nothing."

He raises a brow in confusement. That moment pass by too fast though.

The door soon swings wide open, hopefully not broken down, with the hungry wolf prying onto his prey.

"ELE-FREAKIN-NORA. GET YOUR FUCKING ASS HERE RIGHT NOW."

"Did you put a GPS on me? How did you know I'm here." I ask while hiding behind my book, also Dean's back. He's large you see. And double defense, isn't it such a smart move, ladies and gentlemen?

"What the fuck. What did she do to you. Don't be a pussy," Dean spread his arm defensively.

"I have no business with you. But I do have quite the business with the girl behind your back. Now, fuck off." I'm so dead.

"Nope. You're not doing anything to her."

"What are you? Her parent? Her brother? Her bodyguard? Her boyfriend?"

And they suddenly have a stare off contest. The only contrast with any other contest is that they send lasers and lightnings as well. I try to take my chance of being out of this room alive. I slither down and sneak in a very slow motion.

"NOO!" I shriek at the touch of my predator's hand.

"I will take her for a while." Vincent starts off.

"Nope. She's not going anywhere. Especially with you." Dean attacks.

"Who gives you the authority?" Vincent counterattacks.

"Me."

And there you go, I am made into an impromptu tug war rope. Worst of all, my glasses! I wore it for disguise and end up blind. I can't even try to catch it cause I'm holding my book. Another thing I remember, my contacts just had to choose this day out of any other day to expire. And I have yet to buy it's substitute.

Vincent stops in an instant.

"Fine. I am going out of here." He unwraps his hand which was on mine.

He retreats backwards to the door, opens it and waves a bye and he's gone. But, hold on. Was that my glasses he's waving with? How.

"HAZEL!" I scream.