Protecting Mr. Wimp
Chapter 13
She gulped as she stared at Mr. Travis’s furious face. If she had known he would react this way to her actions towards Michael, she would’ve tried to count to hundred to control her anger right away! Too bad that now it’s too late and her doom is impending before her.
She never thought it would end this way, her spraining Michael’s wrists and Mr. Travis fuming, like he would chop her like dice cut vegetables right there and then. She doesn’t even know why he is reacting this way, isn’t that a bit too much over-protective? No wonder Michael’s a wimp. His parents wouldn’t even let a fly near him if they had the chance.
Why is he so furious anyways? It’s not like she fractured his wrists, it’s just a tight hold, and no one can get hurt by that, can they? Guess some parents are just too protective of their children, huh?
Her eyes widened as Mr. Travis took a menacing step towards her, his jaw clenched and his fists balled to his sides. She quickly let go of Michael and Michael being the wimp he is started to cower behind her. Even he’s afraid!
She turned to look at his horrified face and despite the situation she couldn’t help but to roll her eyes at his stupidity. It’s not like Mr. Travis would hurt him, it’s her he wants to pummel with his fist.
Just when Mr. Travis was right in front of her, he raised his fist. Now normally, she wouldn’t be so afraid, she would have dodged the attack or give him a knuckle sandwich of her own. But seeing as its Mr. Travis, she can’t hurt him. Not when he’s the one paying her.
She shut her eyes tightly when Mr. Travis’s hand moved towards her face, but then something unexpected happened.
What she felt was cold, wet and… creamy…? What?
She quickly opened her eyes, only to see that Mr. Travis was grinning at her. She blinked, what just happened? Does Mr. Travis have a split personality or something? One minute he’s furious and the next he’s grinning like the Joker in Batman.
“Uh… Mr. Travis, are you okay?” She asked, uncertainly.
He started chuckling, and then burst out laughing. She blinked again, what’s wrong with him? She heard snickering from behind her and turned around only to see that Michael was laughing as well. What’s so funny?
"Why are you guys laughing?” She asked, furrowing her eyebrows at them. There was nothing funny about her being scared if that’s what they’re laughing about. Nor is there anything funny about Mr. Travis having a split personality or Michael being mentally unstable.
She decided that it was the case; they were both diagnosed with a brain disease. She frowned sadly, pitying them.
Finally, Michael composed himself a bit and breathed out, “Your face! Priceless!”
She frowned, “What?”
They both laughed harder. She scowled and walked over to a mirror outside the living room, she gasped at what she saw, and drew in a sharp breath, viewing that white frosting was smeared all over her face wasn’t a pleasant sight at all. So that’s why they were laughing, Mr. Travis wasn’t angry at all! He was just fooling around!
As realization dawned on her, she glared at the mirror and stalked back over to the laughing men. She thought Mr. Travis was much mature than this!
She knew what she was about to do was crossing the limits a bit, but she does not like being laughed at.
Once she made back to the living room, she saw that they were still laughing. She shot daggers at their direction but they ignored her. She wiped the cream off of her face with her hand and kept the cream securely clenched in her fist.
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Protecting Mr. Wimp *Editing*
فكاهةIf a guy is in danger and his mother gets all freaked out, what will he do? Get himself a bodyguard, right? But what happens if his mother gets him a bodyguard and it's a girl? Let me tell you, that's a major bruise to his ego and no guy wants that...
