CYRA
Look at all the little fun me and the little tigress had, from her outbursts and making friends with my siblings always with the cute scowls, I doubt she even knows that I'm related to the idiot Esme and the little rotten egg Dora.
I enjoy seeing her express her anger in the cutest way possible. I loved being the cause of it too, I wanted to eat it up and swallow it down. That's how much I loved having her anger thrown at me. It was all going fine, it would've still been doing so, we, would have still been fine if she hadn't decided to get all physical with me, once again insulting me.
But she wasn't just insulting me in a secret little corner, no, she was insulting me in front of everyone, and they all knew, you didn't just insult Cyra Maximo Valentine and live peacefully to tell it, you didn't insult him and expected to be left completely unfazed.
No, Cyra Maximo Valentine was not going to be insulted in front of everyone and let his villain live peacefully, or walk peacefully, that is every day parading around St. Valkyrie with her little friends, including my sister, with her newfound title since she reigned over their king.
Their king wanted war, he wanted to wreak chaos within her life, and if wrecking it wasn't enough and he did not deem it fit as her punishment, then he was going to bring himself down, not alone, no, he would bring her down too with him, and they shall both rule the dungeons of hell. Together they would reign over hell. Call me dramatic for the cheesy shit I just said, but that's just the way I felt, I was pissed she decided to get physical with me, and not in a good way, and that too in front of everyone.
The sting she deemed me deserving of, burned, I knew a mark was already forming. Moving between her and me, which was Dora, I whispered in a threatening way that this was war, and our cute little games with each other were over. Oh, and she definitely felt threatened.
Getting up with the same anger I felt as she hit me, I stormed out of class. My parents never hit me, and my siblings never smacked my face as she did, it didn't just hurt, it made me feel like a little kid who'd done nothing, but wrongs in his life.
Not only did I storm out of the classroom, but I also stormed straight out the inside of the building. I went out around the back to my normal spot and texted the boys to meet me back here, not five minutes late, they all joined me one after the other. That's what I like about my boys, no matter where they were, whenever we needed each other, they would always leave whatever they were doing to be there.
Once something like that happened, we always asked each other what excuses were made for them to be there, but today I just wasn't in the mood. I made a mental note to ask them later when we made plans to hang out.
Giving them the rundown of what happened all day with the little new tigress, they all laughed then frowned lastly as I gave a summary of each time me and her met. Telling them the last straw was her getting physical with me, they all agreed. We then started planning and thinking of ways to get back at her.
I was not about to hit a woman or put my hands on her in the wrong way, I was not about that, and my parents taught me better. Whatever fighting I did between my siblings, it was not the same, and that was solely done between us.
What she'd done was entirely her fault and no one else's. None of us went back to class since it was already halfway done and it was the last class for the day. When the final bell rang for the day to be over, the boys and I left for the gym, taking the back entrance into the school. We took our seat at the bottom of the bleachers as we chit-chatted, waiting for coach Stilinski.
The rest of the boys from our team and opposing team came in and so did the coach. Leaving my thoughts to myself and getting my game face on, the boys and I left our belongings where we were sitting and got up. Going to the locker room, we got our gears on and played quite the successful game that afternoon.
As I was changing back into my school clothes, Esme walked in, looking all sweaty and smelly. We stared at each other for almost a whole minute, in complete silence, everyone from the Locker room stared at us, probably expecting one of us to lose their shit and throw ourselves on to the next one.
And they also won't be thinking wrong, most likely me being the one who loses their shit, because I swear to god, If this idiot keeps staring at me for another second saying absolutely nothing, I will bea- "Are you okay," he asked, sounding almost too scared to ask.
Smiling at him, I continue to tie my shoe, "What do you think genius?"
Rolling his eyes at me, he goes, "Oh right, sorry I even asked," then turned to walk out.
Furrowing my brows, I internally smacked myself, I know he was only trying to be considerate; he was my brother after all and knew what this meant, someone other than my family putting their hands on me in the wrong way. It really was war.
Standing up on my two feet, I go after him, throwing my bags onto my shoulders.
"Hey, Esme," he turns around to look at me. "I'm not fine and this really is war," I answered his previous question.
"Better tell your pretty little girlfriend to be prepared," I proceed to throw my hands over his shoulders like the loving brother I am, as we both walk the rest of the way like that to Armand's car, where Dora was already seated in the front. The rotten egg, I scowled at her, she looked too sad to even do or say anything about it.
"Hey greenie," I give a big smirk to Armand.
He turns to look at me as Esme and I get in the back, "Hey Blue," he goes, smirking back at me. But as he kept looking at me, I snapped.
"What!"
"Who do I have to beat up?" he asked. "No one yet, Esme and Dora's new girlfriend abused me," I said staring them down, Esme next to me and Dora through the rearview mirror.
Armand raised his eyebrows at me, "A girl hit you?" he asked stupidly.
Rolling my eyes, I said, "Yes stupid, can't you comprehend, that's what I just said."
"Well does this new girlfriend know there's a red imprint of her hands still on your brother's face?" Armand asked, looking at Esme and Dora, stating the obvious.
Even the rest of the team and coach asked about what happened to my face, I shrugged it off as my answer, but the coach pushed for an answer, I told him my brother and I had fought a few moments before I came to the gym for practice. The man looked at me weirdly, I know he didn't believe me but there was nothing he could do or say to prove that I was lying.
That was there at school, this was here with my siblings, but I was yet to be home and I don't know what I would say there. Mom would be mad at me and Esme for fighting, once again at school, but she would know that Esme would never smack my face and leave an ugly mark like what was actually on my face. I'd have to think of an excuse as we go home.
Funny how Armand didn't comment on Esme's busted face, you think? No, as soon as either one of us gets a busted face and it's seen, our siblings just immediately know what went down. But when the explaining part comes for our parents, we all just take turns fleeing from their sight to anywhere for as long as we know by the time to show our faces, they would have gotten over what we did or have completely forgotten.
Settling in my seat, Dora turns from her seat, looking over her shoulders to me with what I'm guessing is called puppy dog eyes, if I wasn't as angry as I felt, I would have called her adorable then add squirrel at the end just to wipe the pretty smile off her face, and stop the swelling in her head.
Scowling at her I say, "If you wanted to look at me, you could have just sat at the back while I sit in front and you could stare however long you wanted."
Completely ignoring what I said she puts her hands on both sides of her ear, "Cy Cy, I'm so sorry on behalf of my friend."
My sister had no right saying sorry for something she didn't do, even if she did, but this was different and the person who had to actually say sorry didn't. Not wanting her to worry her, I say, "it's okay, and it wasn't your fault so you shouldn't say sorry."
"Okay, so will you forgive her and let her be, she didn't know what she was doing, and she was only trying to protect me, she thought you were hurting me," she says trying to make me feel sorry for her friend but it won't work.
"Dora, I'm happy to know you have protective friends, but you have brothers for that, and let your friend know she'll pay for what she did," I say to her with harsh finality in my words.