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Chapter 2 - The devil's pet

Present day (Monday)

"There she is, the devil's pet…! I have no intention to hurt you but I've given you two options. Choose wisely. Or be ready to be my prey and get devoured" he said to himself smile hanging at the corner of his mouth, almost getting to her.

"Good morning" she exclaimed as she pulled him into her embrace. He hardly breathes because she tightened her arms around him. He couldn't utter a word out of his mouth. Also, he was surprised she hugged him, it was just Friday she was acting as if she will never open her mouth to greet him or even get in his sight, and now on Monday hugging him wow she's really ready to live with this cold and dangerous monster. It was really surprising for him, who will choose to be friends with a cold-hearted guy and risk being heartbroken than live happily like his classmate. Wow!!! She must have her reasons and mission to accomplish.

It was surprising to Prince because his classmates don't have the same vibes as hers, they won't even dare walk before him not get in his sight after all his scary looks. Guys in the school hated him and tried bullying him but couldn't continue after some brief rumor they told them about him.

He tapped her back, and immediately she released him, he assumed that she got the message he was passing to her.

"Good morning angel" he answered after he breathed for some seconds. He was happy he won't be the only one at the bus stop anymore, he got a partner, and not only a partner she was also his pet the devil's pet, although he was acting cold and dangerous. They sat on the empty slive Mayura steel bus station waiting for chairs. A devilish smile hung at the corner of his mouth, like usual. Sophia stared at his cute and heavenly face.

"Can we share our life story?" she asked with boldness as if nothing happened on Friday, Prince stare at her with a question mark on his face, life story, she must be kidding him. Why would he tell him his story? Then he thought about it as an opportunity to tell someone about his life again. David was the only one he had ever opened up to about how his mother treated him. David is his friend, others are his fans dying to be his friend but no way because he's the school's handsome monster.

He was happy about telling her but he frowned staring across the main road. She cleared her throat.

" I mean… tell me more about yourself" she muttered, Prince turned to her, she was petrified and terrified by his countenance. Prince knew it, he quickly looked away not to scare away his pet.

"Yeah sure," he answered with his husky voice as she took in a deep breath to calm herself and smiled.

"Good, I might get new stories idea from him" she murmured to herself. He overheard her. He turned his gaze to her immediately.

" Do you write books…?" he turned his chilling face at her and asked, his voice dead. She looked at him in fear, she covered her mouth immediately without knowing how it got to her mouth.

"be sincere are you an author?" He asked again, voice dead and face chilling.

"yes…" she said with her voice taut, staring in fear.

"Really?" he asked his countenance dead. She nodded slowly. He stared ahead resting his back, and smiled revealing his teeth gradually his smile turned into chuckles and giggles, and said

"Wow!!!" he laughed in disbelief and continued "Same here I'm a Novelist" she raised her eyebrows, widened her balls, and questioned.

"Are you kidding me…?"

"no, I'm a Novelist not yet a published author though…" he smiled at her his arm stretched to her upper back pulling her closer. He was happy that he finally found someone with the same thing in common and this isn't only a person to him, she was his pet. He smiled and she laughed without knowing the reason why she was laughing. After a while, she asked. Looking to his eyeballs which were staring ahead.

" So please can you tell me about yourself?"

"Okay…" he cleared his throat and continued "Since my childhood, I've been a fan of the entertainment industry, especially the film industry. My wish is to be an actor, author, dancer…, and artist just to mention few" he glanced at her to see her reaction, she was confused about how he will achieve all the goals he has mentioned. He continued "Like most of my friends do say their parents didn't choose for them, they asked what they wanted to become, after hearing me out they agree and gives a little advice when I asked them"

" Same here" she answered as she nods. He glanced at her and continued.

"But my case is different" she frowned "my mum had never sat me down before to ask what I wish to become or what my dreams are. When I was about to choose the department I wanted, my mom chose the science department which I had no interest in" he smiled before he continued "After a lot of arguments with her and a lot of help from my grandparents she finally agrees to me to be an art student but on one condition, 'you're going to become a lawyer and no artworks and no art activities in school' that's what she told me"

"I was furious but I had no options, I thank God for allowing me to go for the Art department, I don't want her to change her mind so I have to agree. She even told the principal and staff of the school not to allow me to participate in any art activities, especially extracurricular activities.

Whenever I thought about the day we argued about this, I feel hatred toward her. I hated her, For not letting me pursue my dream and not even seeing the good out of me but the other side. I'm not good in biology not in physics, or chemistry, in fact, all science subjects or courses, and no interest in science activities. She never wanted to hear anything consigning art, it was only about science. Why was she like that? I haven't figured that out yet" he hit his fist on his lap, face flushed and eyes pale. Sophia stared at him with sympathy.

" What has art done to her? What makes her hate me and always want to go against everything I desire?" he took in a deep breath and glanced at her. Sophia was there staring at Prince, with her ear listening attentively to what he was saying. She stared with pity, sympathy, pathos, concern, and empathy. He knew she was thinking that he was going to shed tears. He thought to himself.

' I'm no longer like that devil's pet, I'm now old enough to bare my pains without showing I was feeling them' he smiled and continued.

"Growing up as a teen is hell for me, no one to talk to, to share my experience with, what I've passed through during the day, and what I need help on. All she cared about is her work and her company. I've concluded that she's selfish and hates me the most in the world.

She leaves the house as early as 5:00 in the morning due to the heavy traffic, that's understandable. Sometimes 5:30 only if she has less work on her desk. She comes home by 10:00 at night when I already start my night class or sometimes writes songs, record them on my phone, or even practices some dance moves with my camera recording. Sometimes painting and drawing, also acting and writing plays, screenplays, and scripts for my class, especially for our extracurricular activities which I had a lot of interest in. Last night… I went as far as to show her how I loved art by taking some of my favorite works to her room" he took in a deep breath.

Flashback (Sunday evening)

He entered her room and placed them gently on her bed. He moved out of the room to his room. Immediately she walked past his door, and he came out and tiptoed closely behind her as she moves to her room, she pulled the door open and entered, shutting the door behind herself slowly. He moved to the door. There was silence like everything was frozen by a supernatural being. He clenched his ear to the door, there wasn't any movement in the room. He raised his head and concluded in his thought to himself 'she must be admiring my works'

Before he could conclude that, he heard some noise. He quickly clenched his ear to the door again. He heard something like paper tearing. He knew it was the portrait he made for her and his father. Immediately, he became moody and also scared because he knew he'd brought the problem down upon himself again.