Ryan’s POV
“R-Ryan, wait. Hmmmm,” Slyvester uttered as he followed Kyle and me on the way to school.
Today is the first day of my college day. Sadly, my morning started with a shocking experience.
“I am really sorry!” Slyvester apologized. “It slipped out of my mind that there’s a woman inside the house.”
I looked at him; at his rounded small eyes, pointed nose, well-defined jaws, tanned skin and his pleasing apologetic smiles.
Staring at him, I remembered the outcome of our game last night. The game ended with scores: Slyvester- 2 points, Vincent- 3 points, Chaylen- 6 points, Kyle- 3 points at me– 8 points, which means I am the loser and Slyvester is the winner.
Slyvester could not answer that once question given by Chaylen: “Can you tell us about your ex?”
That one. After seeing the question, Slyvester pursed his lips. Kyle and Vincent worriedly tended to his side, as if they know something behind his grimace.
Thence, now that Slyvester is here in front of me, begging so bad, I don’t have a choice but to accept it.
‘Be thankful, you’re handsome. Hmp!’
Well, Chaylen is also handsome. But there’s no way I’ll forgive someone as pervert as him. NO WAY.
“It’s okay, Slyv. I know you did not do it on purpose.”
“Yey!” He cheered. “I won’t do it again! Promise!” He then gave me two thumbs up.
“Poor Ryan,” Kyle sighed from the side. “What if she’ll suffer PTSD just because of you,” he teased.
“What is PTSD?” Slyvester asked innocently.
Kyle opened his mouth then closed them again. He blinked swiftly before he said, “J-Just about trauma. The letter T stands for the acronym PTSD which means trauma.”
“Huh,” Slyvester scoffed. “Admit that you don’t also know the meaning.”
“I said I know!” Kyle shyly protested. “I just… forgot it. It’s at the tip of my tongue.”
“Really? Then show me your tongue.”
Kyle stick out his tongue. It took him seconds to realize that Slyvester was just messing up with him. He brought his tongue in and murmured, “You are really annoying.”
Having these two around lifted my mood. If only the other three in the house are as friendly as them, then I won’t have a problem. Speaking of problem, an expensive looking white car parked by the side. When the car’s window elevated down, we saw the devil.
“You all will walk on the way to school? How cheap,” mocked Mr. Negative.
Slyvester placed his hands on his waist, shouting, “What! Chip?! We are not food!”
Kyle tapped Slyvester. He leaned closer and whispered, “Slyvester, he said cheap. C-H-E-A-P. Not chips.”
Slyvester gaped and laughed at his stupidness. “Ahhhh, it’s cheap? Lol. I thought he said chip.” He processed the word well and realized how rude it was. “What?! What cheap!?” Next, he pointed the demon’s face.
Why are they wasting their time hanging out with this bastard? Tsk.
Since nothing good will happen if we continue staying together, I tried to stop whatever that needs to stop.
“Just don’t mind him,” I said. “He’s not worth of your time, guys.”
“What a waste,” Mr. Negative sighed. “I was thinking of asking the three of you to get on.”
Kyle, who was easy to fall, smiled widely at the demon’s insincere offer. “Really? You will let us in?”
But Slyvester stopped Kyle. “No. We won’t take a ride with someone as cheap as him. C-H-E-I… oh no. C-H-I…” Slyvester seemed forgot the spelling.
Fortunately, Kyle went to the rescue. “C-H-E-A-P.”
“Right!” Slyvester nodded. “C-H-E-A-P! Cheap!”
“Tama!” Orij nodded. “C-H-E-A-P! CHEAP!” naiinis na sambit ni Orij bago tumitig ng masama kay Mr. Period.
“Alright, I get it. It is indeed regretful to let you in after I just finished cleaning my car,” the devil answered.
Wait a minute.
Was he saying that we are dirty?
Seriously.
What is his problem?!
He came to us like an attention seeker and spoke nonsense like this!
When the car’s window was about to close, I placed my hand in between.
“Wait,” I halted.
He opened the window again and stared at me.
“What do you want? I told you not to touch my stuff again,” he told to me. The bastard got a tissue then he used it to wipe the part I touched.
‘So this is how I lost my patience.’
“Are you implying that we are dirty?” I asked, gritting my teeth.
“I did not say that you are dirty. However, if that is how you’ll interpret my words, then I can’t help it.”
Oh god.
I took a deep breath and smiled.
Slyvester, Kyle and him had this strange look on their faces while staring at my odd grin.
The demon watched my every moves.
I grabbed something from my bag.
Seconds later, my perfume is already on my hand.
And the next thing that I did?
Well, I just sprayed them all in his face.
“Ohhhh!” he shouted and coughed. “Ugh ugh ugh!”
“Ryan!” Slyvester and Kyle shouted from the side.
“Ugh ugh! You!” The demon glared at me while coughing so hard.
“I apologized. It is because I am allergic to someone as stink as you,” I said, smirking.
The war between me and that Mr. Negative, begins.