Chapter 4
”Where do you think you’re going?”
I whirled around to the owner of the voice, visibly annoyed. “I don’t see how that’s any of your business.”
The headmaster chuckled, crossing his arms over his chest. “That’s no way to talk to your superior, now is it?”
My eyes narrowed more at that and I clicked my tongue. Why was he bothering me right now? He was really killing the mood I had already worked up. “Listen,” I hissed, jabbing a finger into one of the arms that covered his chest. “You need to stop fucking talking to me! I’m not some tramp that you can just toss aside when you’ve had your fill then come back to when you’re bored.”
The man rolled his eyes, letting his arms drop to his side and having me now jabbing at his chest. “I was busy.”
“You ghosted me.”
“I was busy,” he insisted, his eyes now narrowing.
“I know I shouldn’t have even been expecting anything but when I needed you, you weren’t there! And you didn’t even have the decency to say anything afterwards.” I huffed, now removing my finger from the male’s body. “Look, we’ve had our fun or whatever but that’s just it.”
“Are you.. breaking up with me?” He feigned a look of hurt, his right hand coming up to rest against his heart.
Why’s he joking right now?! I inhaled deeply, my eyes closing. 3...
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“This isn’t fucking funny! Did you hear a single thing that I said?! Oh my goodness, I can’t believe I let you— let you..” I could feel my face heating up but I still held my ground. “anyway, doesn’t matter because I never let you hit.” Ah, yes, the one revelation that allowed a triumphant smile to grace my face.
He quirked a brow at that. I guess he knew, as did I, that I was actually ready to let him do it. Come on, the guy.. he’s just something else! Something that I just had to have. It seemed that he was allowing me my one victory as he didn’t say anything more.
“If we’re done here,” I started, turning on my heels to resume walking in the direction that I previously was before the man appeared.
“We are not,” he stated, grabbing my arm. That’s when I shrugged him off and proceeded to rip him a new one, even if he didn’t appear to give a damn about anything I was saying. Sexy bastard. That was also when Lutz came along.
She sighed as she looked out of the window, rubbing her temples with her index and middle fingers. No matter the age, males are just stressful.
She didn’t know how but she somehow winded up in class yet decided to drown out the lecture being given in favour of looking at what was going on outside. She guessed that the meeting had ended, seeing as both male and female council members were exiting the building and- is that guy looking directly her? Eyes narrowed and nose scrunched in disgust, she peered down at the blue haired male who in turn smiled cheekily up at her. Gosh, she wanted to smack that smile off his face. He was planning something, she could tell. No matter. Whatever it was, she’ll keep herself excluded.
He knows she’s annoyed. It’s quite obvious but he starts mouthing something to her anyway. What’s that? ‘Hop.. you.. arn.. a.. sore.. loser’ Hope you aren’t a sore loser? The hell is that supposed to mean?
Tick. Tick. Tick.
His face wasn’t changing but with each passing second it looked as though her brother’s face was being replaced with something that clawed its way out of the pits of hell. He really needs to stop staring at her.
‘Stop fucking staring, freak,’ she mouthed at him and to her surprise, he obliged with a shrug and turned to one of the councilwomen.
“So?” Margherita quirked a brow, arms crossed over her chest.
“She said of course!” He chirped, brushing his hair back with his hand. “And she seemed really excited about it too. You should come over to go over everything with her.”
“I didn’t peg her as the type to be elated but I suppose anyone would be over the moon when given an offer such as this one.” The Italian responded, looking the male up and down. “.. I’ll think about it.” Her voice raised as she continued speaking, now drawing attention to herself. “Now then, I’m going to need you all to vacate the premises at once seeing as you no longer have any business here.”
“And miss out on seeing our adoring fans?” The male American quipped.
“Adoring fans? Don’t make me laugh!” Amelia piped up, brows raised in amusement. “They think you’re a hotheaded asshole.. and you are.”
“They also think you need therapy.” Maddy, short for Madelyn, the second born of the four siblings finally spoke up.
“They aren’t wrong about any of those,” Matthew snorted, earning a shove from his brother.
“You don’t tell me when I can and can’t be here!” Luciano snarled, reaching into the pocket of his blazer. This of course made Margherita do just the same.
“How about we all just take a breather!” Olivia interjected, stepping between the two irate Italians. “You think we should too, right Francoise?”
“Stop asking me questions,”
“She agrees!” The bushy browed female exclaimed, bouncing on her heels. “How about some cupcakes?”
“No!” was the collective response save for the one “brilliant idea!” that went unheard.
Her class had finally finished. Well, it really hasn’t considering that the lecturer decided to continue on after the bell rang with a “the bell doesn’t dismiss you, I do”. This meant nothing to her. They couldn’t keep her there against her wishes. She knew her rights and so, she took herself and her rights out of that classroom and towards the main exit.
“Lutz! Matt!” She called out, flailing her arms while exiting the building. “Let’s blow this popsicle stand! You guys wanna head to mine?”
Of course, Lutz agreed, he did want to get out of this place as soon as possible. So did Mathieu, who currently had a hand clamped over his brother’s mouth to muffle any outbursts from the American.
An exaggerated sigh came from next to Matthew, the brunette at his side feigning hurt. “You gonna invite my bro and not me, sweets? That’s kinda cruel, don’cha think?”
She didn’t think she and the American girl were at that stage yet but oh what the hell. The chick was pretty cool from what she’s experienced. “My bad,” she smile, wrapping an arm around the German’s own. She could have taken that moment to invite Oliver. He was nice to her back at RevTalia even if he didn’t know it was her but she didn’t feel like it was the best time to do that.
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It didn’t take long for the four of them to reach her not-so-humble abode and get soaked in. The American-Canadian siblings were going at it in some video game while she and Lutz occupied the couch.
“So, Williams, when did you figure out she was pretending to be her brother?” Lutz questioned, a low chuckle leaving him when he received a punch to the bicep from the female at his side.
“She pretended to be her brother?!” Amelia, who may or may not have purposely obstructed her brother’s view to get an advancement in the game, gasped.
“Yes,” Matt grumbled, shoving his sister to the side to get back his place before continuing. “Lutz and Al used to beat the snot out of her brother so she took his place to turn tables. Actually made that shithole interesting. I knew from the get go though,” he looked over his shoulder so his violet orbs could meet hers. “Adonis used to pay me to make sure she didn’t die or something.”
“Oh shut up.” She huffed, raising her head from the German’s lap. “If you’re gonna talk about my past, at least talk about the good bits where I beat people up.”
“You’re the reason why our idiot brother seemed like more of a maniac at home, huh?” Amelia snickered, jabbing her elbow into Matt’s ribcage. Playing fair just wasn’t something she knew how to do.
Matt grunted, tossing a glare her way. “You always made that shithead’s mood worse, Lia. But yeah, our brother still hasn’t let what happened at RevTalia good and now that he’s seen you,” he smacked the controller out of his sister’s hand who yelled in disapproval. “he might just form a weird obsession.”
“I see..” she murmured, allowing her head to plop back onto Lutz’s lap. “Hey, Lutz, how’s Gil? It’s been a while since I’ve seen him.” It really was. Before she and Lutz got ‘together’, she and Gil used to hang out a lot but it almost seemed like Lutz being with her scared him away. She missed the weirdo. She especially missed messing around with his silver hair.
She wasn’t entirely wrong, not that she’d know that. Lutz did unintentionally keep his younger brother at bay but it was mostly because the elder brother felt uncomfortable with the situation. Then again, Gilen seemed to be uncomfortable with a lot of things. “He’s-“
“Yo, I’m going out for a smoke.” The American interrupted, finally accepting defeat. Her brother was too far ahead for her to catch up with him anyway. With that, she hopped to her feet and left the three.
“You know,” Lutz began, wiggling his brows. “If you wanna get into that, I won’t mind. Especially if I get to see.”
She rolled her eyes at the blonde, running her fingers over his cheek. “Stop being a perv, would you? And we barely know each other.”
“That makes it hotter,”
“You two realise she’s my sister and I’m still here, right?” Matt grumbled, getting up from his seat. He gave the two a once over before making his way to the door, saying he’s just going to make sure his sister doesn’t get into any trouble but it was probably because he wanted to give the two the space they so clearly needed.
She sat up, now opting to straddle the German’s waist. “Wanna know what’d be hotter?”
Lutz perked up at that, his hands snaking themselves around her waist. His pinkish-purple eyes travelled her body, mostly her bust as he waited for her to continue.
“Um,” a new voice entered, breaking the moment the two had just created. “Could you not do whatever this is while I’m here?” Margherita invited herself to a seat across from the two, placing one leg over the other. “It’s not the best thing to witness.”
“Why are you in my house?” She growled out, shifting off Lutz to sit next to him. Now, it wasn’t because she disliked the Italian or anything, she actually didn’t care for her much. Her reaction was mostly because someone, yet again, ruined her moment with the German male.
“Your brother told me I could drop by to further discuss your agreement,” she responded casually. Was she just used to walking into people’s homes like this or was she just this entitled?
“My what?” She raised a brow, confusion written on her face. “I didn’t agree to anything so I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Please, ragazza, I’m a very busy lady,” she tapped the watch around her wrist for added emphasis. “You agreed to be on our council. We usually have formalities and such but I decided to skip that so let’s get down to business, shall we?”
“You’re joining their council?” Lutz inquired, looking down at the girl. “That’s great, schatz.”
“I’m not-“
“Of course she is!” Her mother interjected rather cheerily, stepping out from around a corner.
She glanced up at Lutz who shrugged in return. How long had her mother been there? “Mom,” she sighed, her eyes rolling over to the woman. “I’m not joining them.”
“Oh but you are,” Evangeline contended, tapping her chin with a well manicured finger. “I can already see it, my darling girl sitting among the elite.”
“Oh my goodness, can’t I have one moment with my boyfriend?!”
“Boyfriend?” Lutz repeated, eyebrows raised. They never put a label on their relationship so this came as a surprise to him.
Cheeks heating up once she realised what she said, she silenced the German with a finger. “Not right now, babe.”
“La Diavolessa- Mrs. Eva-“ The Italian shook her head vigorously, trying to find her words.
“Please, Margherita, Evangeline is fine.” The woman took a seat, also lapping one leg over the other. “Do continue with what you had to say.”
“Right,” if she had to, she would commend the Italian for how quickly she was able to regain her composure. “we want to welcome your daughter into our.. family. From her record, we were able to tell right away that she was the right type of person to have at our side and would fit right in with us. I’m certain that she’s already aware of the benefits but I can go over them if she’s unfamiliar.”
“Lemme stop you right there. You don’t even know my name, I’m sure, and I’m not buying anything you think you’re selling.” She didn’t want anything to do with them. Save for Amelia, the rest just seemed like a bunch of uppity idiots. No way they were going to make her one of them.
“I think you should consider it, schatz,” Lutz mused, giving her shoulder a little squeeze.
“You should listen to your boyfriend, dear. Why can’t you be more like your brother?” Her mother said the second big softer than the first but she made sure say it loud enough for it to be heard and it was. And it hurt.
Nostrils flared, she shot up from her seat. Regarding the Italian with the simple flick of a finger, she began. “You clearly need me for something and that means you need me more than I need you so unless you got something good to offer, princess, I’m out.” That being said, she stormed away, fists clenched at her side. Her mother’s words burned. Be more like her brother? It was the first time she was ever told that and she did not like that at all. Did this mean that Adonis was favoured more? He couldn’t be. That wasn’t right. That wasn’t how things were to go!
She flopped onto her bed, completely sprawled out. And just what the heck did Adonis think he was doing? He planned this, he must’ve! Oh she was going to get him good for that.
“Baby bro, I’m going to kick your ass,” she grumbled to herself, now pressing a pillow onto her face.
Not too long afterwards, her mother knocked on the door then entered the room anyway. You know, the whole I respect your privacy by knocking but asserting my authority as your parent by coming in anyways type of vibe.
She moved the pillow from her face to peek over at her mother. “Look, mom..”
“You know I was so proud of you when you were younger. You were so much more driven than the other children,” Evangeline started, taking a seat on the edge of the bed. “Now, the same can be said for your brother but you always went the extra mile and showed that you were stronger, which I admired. I always rooted for you, of courseI still do, but I can’t help but be dismayed by the lack of drive you have now.” She now stood, arms crossed. “No matter. Where one falls, the other rises, which has become apparent.”
She left after that, leaving the girl to stare at the ceiling. She knew what the woman was doing but she couldn’t help but give into it anyway.