Her Knight In Rusty Armor

Chapter XIII

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Newly Married Darlings
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"WE'RE OUT OF NUTELLA, FOR PETE'S SAKE!"

"THEN GO BUY SOME, JERK!"

Currently, I was video calling Marc as we talked about the most random of things ever, for instance about how I preferred brunettes but Marc had a thing for blondies.

For some reason, I was craving a whole jar of Nutella at that moment. However, after checking every nook and cranny of our dorm's kitchen, I came to the conclusion that there was literally nothing there except damn bananas.

"Hold on a sec, Marc," I muttered to him, and he sniffed at me in return.

I walked into the bedroom where Kate was lounging, sitting cross-legged on her bed with two notebooks sprawled open before her.

"Pleaseee, I'm hungry." I gave her the puppy dog eyes, hoping that she would give in to them and somehow magically summon a jar of Nutella for me. She raised her head from her spot, tightening the chestnut ponytail on top of her head.

"Do you expect me to just summon Nutella out of thin air?" she deadpanned, completely unfazed by my expression. I bluntly nodded at her because that was exactly what I was expecting.

From my phone's speaker uttered a very amused mechanical voice, "She's got a point, Ash." I looked at him in disbelief, his brown eyes glinting mischievously at me in return as a large grin crawled across his lips.

"You're on her side now?" I breathed as Kate tossed a small smirk at me.

"No, I'm jus' smart enough to know that she's factually correct."

"Say, lovely stranger on the call," Kate hummed. "Isn't Miller just a pain up the-"

"HEY! You're a lot more annoying than I am!" I yelled at her, threateningly boring my eyes into hers.

"Ah, Kate. Nice to finally meet you. I'm Marc," Marc's gleeful voice emerged from the speaker as I angled the screen in a way the two of them could face each other. "Ash has told me a lot about you," he announced, snickering.

I gaped at his words in incredulity. "No, I have not-"

"Nice seeing you, Marc!" Kate cut me off, making me feel like a monkey in the middle.

"The feeling's mutual. Oh, and, this guy's a whole douchebag, I'm telling you. He's a damn player, always flirting with the lively youth yet never dating even a single person, even though they're practically crawling all over him."

Kate laughed at what he said.

"I-I don't flirt with- I have dated girls-"

"Oh, everyone knows that, Marc. He's always calling me love and just keeps on showing off how fluent he is in Italian-"

"Exactly! Even I know Italian, but I don't just go around rubbing it in everyone's face! Not to mention, he snores so damn loud and even drools in his sleep-"

"I swear to God; those snores barely let me sleep!"

I glowered at Kate.

"Well," I snapped, "I'm not the one who cries like a baby in their sleep, huh?"

She raised her eyebrows at me, a confused frown spreading across her face. My eyes widened as I realised what I had blurted out in the heat of the moment.

"Just kidding..." I mumbled, grimacing at my slip-up.

I pinched the bridge of my nose, my stomach rumbling with hunger. Shaking my head, I walked out of the bedroom and into the kitchen once again, my channel of communication with Marc still in my hand. They had just talked shit about me right in front of my face and I didn't know how to feel about it.