Her Knight In Rusty Armor

Chapter II

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Deal With It, Honey

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Birds sang jolly hymns from over the bushy treetops outside the balcony. I turned my face to look outside its glass doors, glaring at the stupid bliss of goddamn nature.

Those bluebirds needed to shut up for once. Their chirps were getting on my nerves.

Ripping my gaze off the view, I resumed scrolling through my Instagram feed on my phone. Memes, a cute girl, a wannabe cool boy, memes again, depressing quotes, Diana...

Just as I was about to switch my phone off, a message lit up the screen.

Dudeee, you let the girl slip outta your damn hands
GOSH I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU
10:59 am

I raised my eyebrows at his texts.

Well, yikes.

That was Marc Jacobs; the only person apart from my mother and sister whom I actually trusted.

He was a dropout, might I add.

I didn't know how he even found out that the girl had stormed out of my dorm a while ago, but I assumed that he had probably installed a security camera somewhere around here, making me squirm with queasiness.

I texted him back.

where's the security cam at?

Just above the door
Don't worry, it only monitors entries and exits. Your privacy won't be sacrificed ;)
11:01 am

Glancing at the camera, I smirked at it, almost flinching when the door burst open once again. Our little girl barged in, her suitcase stranded somewhere in the carpeted corridor behind her.

"They're out of their minds! I need to change my dorm! God, rules and regulations at this place suck," she wailed, her chest slightly heaving up and down. I presumed she had probably taken the stairs instead of choosing the smarter choice.

The elevator, of course.

"Deal with it, honey," I broke her off from her annoying rant while breaking into a grin at Marc's new texts.

Oops–
Seems like the devil's back, lmao
11:03 am

"Oh, deal with it? Try being a girl for once, and you'll understand why boys like you creep us out."

She pulled her lips towards one side, eyeing my bare torso as she did so, after which she began blabbering on and on about nothing in particular. Her point of view was definitely valid, even though the way she portrayed it was starting to get on my nerves.

Switching my phone off, I placed it on the glass table resting beside the couch, which I was currently squishing.

Perhaps taking matters into my own hands was the only solution left.

I stood up and advanced towards her, only coming to a halt when we were inches apart. My tall frame towered her petite figure; this minion was probably almost a foot shorter than me. Her rant got stuck up her throat, and she continued glaring at me with so called bravery.