So On

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"Please tell me you have a good reason this time," Principal Steele rubbed his temples as he gave Brandon an ice pack to put to his crotch.

I shrugged my shoulders. "I just found him lying on the parking lot like a piece of trash so I decided to be a good citizen and picked him up. Aren't you proud of me?"

My uncle didn't believe me. Brandon was wincing as he kept the ice pack still on his crotch.

"You're still under probation for beating Samuel Ink yesterday. And now this?"

"His name was Samuel? Doesn't suit him very well," I wrinkled my nose. Brandon spoke up.

"So you really did beat that kid up? I thought it was just a rumor."

I looked at him with a playful glint in my eye. "Better choose what rumors to believe buddy. Maybe that'll save your ass next time."

Not specifically his ass though.

"Would you please take this seriously!" Principal Steele groaned. "If it's just a little game between you two then I'm letting you go. I have work to do."

"It was just a game. Right Brandon?" I glanced at him, semi-glaring at him to agree. He glared back at me, but after realizing that agreeing with me was the better option, he nodded his head quickly.

"Yup. Just a game."

Our principal looked at us seriously before letting us go. When we left the office, I pushed him away to keep distance. He painfully hopped a few times before regaining his balance. And then he glared at me again.

"Damn sadist," he mumbled. I scoffed.

"Fucking masochist."

I began walking away from him, deciding that if I stay with him for another minute, I'll explode.

Brandon was determined to annoy the hell out of me, so he followed me. There were a few seconds of silence until he broke it by starting a casual conversation.

"I never thought Principal Steele was so forgiving."

I snorted. Yeah, forgiving. He only let me off the hook because I was his niece and he knew I had a good reason for this.

I looked at the ice pack being pressed on his crotch and offered him a sickly sweet smile. Torment him. "Need some help there sweetheart?"

He chuckled weakly in reply. "In another time babe, without the ice."

I rolled my eyes. How many eye-rolls will it take to make him go away? And he could still come up with a good comeback in that condition.

I walked ahead to look for Nichole as Brandon limped behind me. Wherever Nichole was, surely Leo would be there too. They were stuck to each other like glue.

I found them waiting near my locker. I waved at them, excited to show them what I did to the shithead. "Guys!"

"Mira!" Nichole ran to me immediately. Leo looked a bit amused when he saw his best friend staggering behind me.

"What'd she do to you?" He asked. Brandon chuckled again, looking more amused than pained.

"She kicked me right on the forbidden zone."

"Serves you right," Nichole spat, and then turned back to me. "I heard you got sent to the Principal's office again?"

"Not really," I replied. "I went there at will to get some ice for him. The clinic was closed."

"You should've just left him on the ground. You're too nice," she said. I laughed.

Nichole and Leo knew I was related to the Principal. Brandon on the other hand, had no idea. "You're close with Principal Steele?"

I smiled at him. "Yeah. Because of my occasional visits alongside almost-motionless-bodies, I guess you could say that."

Instead of fear, he looked rather impressed. That was not the kind of look I was hoping for.

"Let's grab some lunch," Nichole said, linking her arm with mine again. We headed to the cafeteria with the whole milkshake-thing and kick-to-the-balls thing temporarily put aside for the sake of food.

Leo helped his injured friend walk and followed us from behind. I'm surprised he could still walk.

It was a week since the incident. Brandon started hanging out with us. I wasn't mad at him about the whole milkshake thing anymore, but I developed a new kind of hatred for him because of his constant pestering every damn day.

But at least, it was tolerable. My patience is amazing.

My uncle, after scanning the security cameras, concluded that I was telling the truth and that Samuel Ink was the one at fault. But I wasn't off the hook that easy. I was given two weeks detention for beating that guy up.

If only you could punch people without consequences. I sigh.

I was on my way to my last day of detention for the week when Brandon graced me with his presence. I gave him a weird look when he kept smiling at me, not saying anything.

"What do you want?" I politely (read: rudely) asked as I continued to walk towards my destination. His smile widened as he followed alongside me.

"Nothing," he said. "Just memorizing your beautiful face so I can see you when I close my eyes. We won't see each other for a few hours. I'll miss you."

"That's adorable," I said, sarcasm so obvious from my tone. And then I narrowed my eyes at him. "You really know how to sweet-talk. Makes up for your lame weakness to spices."

He grinned proudly, as if I had just complimented him. Damn it I intended to sound offending. "Just to pretty girls like you."

"Why thank you," I went along with it. Why am I dancing to the tune of this idiot? "Aside from this pretty face, I have a rocking body to match."

His brows rose, his eyes sparkling with playfulness. He nodded his head in approval. "I know. It felt like a C."

I was confused for a moment until he showed me his opened palm and bent his fingers a bit, so it looked like he was holding a ball or something. I scoffed.

"Seriously, Brandon?" I mused. "You said you didn't remember."

He gave m an innocent wink. "My memories were a bit hazy at that time. Now all the most priceless details are coming back to me."

Liar. I knew he was just making it up but I couldn't believe how he got my cup size right. Oh wait. He's a guy. He has eyes for a reason.

I shoved him away when I reached the detention room. He probably wanted to follow me even inside but I gave him a warning glare.

"Go away."

"It's okay I'll wait," he flashed me another smile.

I couldn't help but laugh a bit. "Sure. You'll wait for three hours. Whatever Brandon."

Without even giving him the chance to reply, I shut the door close and went to my seat in the half-empty classroom. The teacher in-charge was snoring his head off on his desk.


I got out of the room as soon it was over, and I had to restrain myself from shouting out my freedom.

It was Friday. I'm free!

I looked around the hallways and smiled, relieved. I knew he wouldn't wait. Peace was at my side today.

"Looking for me?" A hand crawled to my shoulder as I felt a warm breath near my ear. I squeaked from the sudden contact and shot him a menacing glare. He chuckled in response. "Took you long enough."

I opened my mouth to say something, but I had nothing to say, so I shut it. He really did wait. It was just an illusion of peace. I was going to live the rest of my school life in chaos because of this jerk.

Brandon stretched his arms and legs a bit, then rotated his shoulders as if he was doing an exercise or something. I gave him a look.

"Where were you hiding?"

He shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly. "Beside the door. On the floor."


I tried imagining it and a tinge of guilt disturbed my senses. Won't that strain his muscles or something?

"Did you wait long?"

He smiled again. Damn it why does he keep smiling? Is this a new tactic? I would never have guessed this was the boy who used to shoot daggers at me all the time.

"I had your image in my mind the whole time, so time was out of the picture," a cheeky grin then appeared on his attractive features.

I groaned loudly before punching his shoulder. It was a ridiculous pick-up line but I still found myself laughing.

"There they are!" Leo said when Brandon and I entered the cafe where we usually hung out. Before, it was just the three of us, but starting last week, douchebag Brandon started tagging along.

"What's up you guys?" I happily sat on my usual seat beside Nichole. I was feeling rather giddy (read: putting Brandon aside for the moment) because it was Friday, and I can sleep until noon tomorrow.

Best. Feeling. Ever.

Leo took a sip from his and Nichole's drink - they were sharing - before making googly eyes at me and Brandon, who was sitting right beside him.

I knew that look. And that look never meant good. To me, at least.

"I knew you guys would get along soon."

I snorted the same time Brandon did. Get along my ass. It's been just a week since I met him, and he's driving me insane.

I looked at him and noticed that he was looking at me already. I rose a brow and then he winked at me. I narrowed my eyes.

"He's a flirt," I pointed out to my two best friends. They saw the whole thing so I had proof.

"That's because you're flirtable." He smirked.

"That's not even a word."

"It is now," he folded his arms as if he just won an argument. "I just put it in my dictionary. And you're the etymology of it."

I mockingly made a coo. "That's so sweet Brandon. Keep that up and I might fall for you."

Leo howled at my comeback and Nichole was just quietly smiling at me. Oh no. Did I say something wrong? Don't tell me they took it seriously?

"Are you saying you like me?" He put his arm on the table, leaning in closer to me, a smug look on his face.

I can't stand that look. It was as if he was looking down on me.

Being the girl who won't lose to anyone at anything, I did the same, only I leaned a bit closer so our faces were inches apart. I could hear Nichole squealing in delight.

"You want me to?" I said as low as I could. I was seconds away from bursting into laughter, but I held it in so I can beat the bastard. I probably looked ridiculous right now.

Brandon's lips curled up, his eyes studying my face and settled a little longer on my lips. I wasn't sure, but I had to stifle a gulp.

"Even if I don't want you to, you will," he lowered his voice into something husky, probably to match mine.

When his statement sunk in my brain, I tilted my head a bit, leaning closer and closer to him, as if I'd kiss him. He looked like he was expecting one too, but as soon as I felt his breath on my face, I backed away and sat down on my seat with my back pressed against the hard chair.

Nichole and I giggled at his suddenly confused and slightly disappointed pout, but he quickly concealed it with his usual grin.

I folded my arms against my chest, which was probably a bad idea because his eyes widened at the sight of it, so I put my arms down again.

"Like you? Hah. How sure are you? " I gave him my best smirk, giving him the message that he was not the only one who knew how to play this game.

I was getting myself in trouble.

"You'll like me, that's just how it always ends," he said, the smug look on his face was beaming with confidence.

"And if you'll like me first?" I challenged, feeling confident myself.

"Unlikely," he chuckled. "But do try."

"Oh I don't have to," I bit back a smile. We sounded like kids, but I loved the humor of it, so I pushed further. "Prepare yourself Brandon Pierce. You messed with me, now accept the consequences."

He looked excited. And that look dangerously excited me as well. "Mira Jadsen, you just declared an all-out war against me. It is so on."

We were exchanging challenging smirks and smug looks, between the two of us, nobody seemed to want to back down. Especially me.

Leo laughed before ruffling Brandon's hair. He had the look of amusement all over his face. "Would you two just go out already? The sexual tension is so. Ugh."

I rolled my eyes laughing and threw a fry at him. Brandon smiled at me, but I knew that smile meant something else.

Oh it was so on.


I wrote this chapter in the toilet. Bahahaha! Love me you guys. I love you.

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