ANAYA

I stomped angrily into my room and shut the door, hard. I couldn't believe that after all that he had done and after that happened, he effing had the nerve to call me "Naya". Come on Peaches, you lost the right to call me that an effing long time ago. I jumped onto my bed and screamed so loud. I was do damn frustrated. I wish that he never called me that. He brought up so many things I was just beginning to forget. I started hitting so many pillows at once, expressing my frustration. I balled my eyes out into one of the pillows.

It took about two hours to calm myself down. But once I was calm, I promised myself that this wouldn't happen. I wouldn't cry over that good-for-nothing Peaches ever again.

I went straight to the bathroom and took a much needed long, hot shower. Then, I dressed up and opened the door, ready to go downstairs. I hadn't eaten in a long time and I was damn hungry. And when I was hungry, I become, more or less, a monster.

I went to the kitchen and started looking in the shelves and cabinets for nutella. My first and foremost passion... nutella. If I don't find any nutella, let's just say that I become very, very unpleasant. I was still rummaging through the cabinets and fridge when someone walked in.

More specifically, Kyle walked in.

'So, what's the deal with you and lover-boy?' Kyle asked. 'Are you guys exes?'

I snorted and kept searching for my nutella.

'I'm gonna take that as a no', Kyle said. 'Then what are you guys?'

'Can you do everyone a favour and just shut the hell up', I said, and moved over to the next cabinet.

'Ouch', Kyle said, placing a hand over his heart. 'Guessing you won't tell me then.'

'No, really? What gave you that thought?' I said sarcastically.

'So, what are you searching for?' Kyle asked, changing the subject.

'Nutella', I answered, still rummaging the shelves and cabinets.

'Oh that. It's over', Kyle said.

Did I just hear him, correctly? Did he just say that nutella was over? 'Nutella is over', I growled.

'Um yeah', Kyle said, moving away from me, step by step. I don't blame him.

'Who finished the nutella?' I asked in a deathly calm voice.

'Uhh', Kyle said.

'I asked, who the eff finished the nutella?' I asked, shouting at Kyle.

'It was Nick', Kyle answered after what seemed like forever.

'Dick', I muttered.

'No no. Not Dick. It's Nick', Kyle said.

'I know dumbass. I just said that Nick was dick for finishing my nutella', I explained as if he were a child.

'Excuse me, but correct me if I'm wrong. Did you just say that it was your nutella?' Kyle asked.

'Yes. I just said the it was my nutella. Do you have a problem with that', I narrowed my eyes at him.

'No, no. None at all', Kyle gulped.

'Good. Now show me who is Nick and where he is', I ordered.

'Okay. Follow me', Kyle said.

'Nuh-uh buddy. I don't follow anyone', I said.

'But you don't know who or where Nick is', Kyle said, confused.

'I know that. I will lead and you will walk behind me and tell me where I should turn right or left. Basically, you will instruct me where in this house Nick is and when we reach our destination, you will show me who he is. Okay?' I said.

'I'm okay with that', Kyle said.

'Good otherwise..' I left that sentence hanging.

Kyle gulped. 'May I atleast know what's going to happen to Nick?'

'Of course you may. Nothing much will happen to Nick. He'll just end up in the hospital with a cast for a few weeks and a black eye for a few days. Anyone trying to stop will suffer the same fate as poor poor Nick. That will teach everyone not to touch my nutella', I said, my eyes blazing and my face becoming red.

'Good to know', Kyle said.

'Lead me to him later. Now, make me a sandwich', I ordered Kyle.

'Yes ma'am', Kyle saluted and went over to the fridge and shelves to pick up the necessary items to make me a sandwich. 'Which kind of sandwich do you want? Chicken? Turkey?'

'None. I'm a vegetarian, so, make me a spinach, corn and cheese sandwich', I said.

'You're a vegan?' Kyle asked.

'No, I'm not a vegan. I'm a vegetarian. There is a difference between them. Get that through your thick skull', I said.

'Sorry', Kyle apologised and went back to making me a sandwich.

Within fifteen minutes, I was done eating the sandwich and Kyle and I were on our way to see Nick and beat the crap out of him. How dare he touch my nutella?

'Take a right here', Kyle instructed me.

I did as told. 'They're in the home theatre?'

'Yep. Good luck', Kyle said and ran away. Wimp!

It's time to beat the crap out of Nick. I walked into the home theatre confidently, my head held high. I went and stood in front of the screen. 'Yo! Who the hell is Nick?'

I guess the boys were intimated by me because everyone seems to be pointing at one guy who's cowering in fright. 'So, you're Nick.'

'N-no', that boy stuttered.

'Oh really?', I asked, raising an eyebrow and putting my hands on my hips.

'He is Nick', everyone said.

Poor Nick started taking two steps back as I took one forward. 'You know why I asked for you?'

Nick shook his head. 'No.'

'I'll tell you', I said. 'Next time you think about touching nutella, let alone finish it, I'll make you pay far more worse than I am going to make you pay right now. Am I clear?'

'Yes', Nick vigorously nodded his head that I was so sure it was going to fall off and he would have to go to the hospital twice. Pity since he is good-looking.

Come to think of it, all the boys in this room were good-looking. They were all well built and tall. They either had blond hair or black hair. Their eyes were brown or black. Not bad looking at all!

'Good. Next time think twice about touching my nutella', I growled and punched his nose. I heard a crack and I was sure I had broken his nose. Then, I punched his gut and judo-flipped him. I was about to kick him when someone intervened by picking me up and placing me away from Nick.

I started thrashing around. 'Let me go. He ate my nutella and he has to pay for that. You never mess with a girl's nutella.'

'You ate her nutella. Good luck man. You're gonna need it. And take my suggestion and hide yourself from her for a week. Believe me, I've experienced this', the guy who picked me up said. Wait a minute... that's Avil's voice. Shit! Shit, shit, shit!

'Let go of me you piece of shit', I shouted. 'Let go of me now or I will bite your head off.'

He let go of me instantly. 'Woah. Chill out.'

'Don't tell me to effing chill out, Peaches. You are the reason for my bad day. Do me a favour and get the eff out of my sight', I said. 'No, wait. I'll get out.'

I started walking towards the door and stopped when I was almost out. 'Next time anyone eats my nutella, what I'll do to you will be much, much worse than what I've done to Nick. Trust me, I would have done a whole lot more damage had Peaches here had not stopped me. Got it?' I said challenging everyone with my eyes.

They all gulped and nodded.

'Perfect', I said and walked out of the room like a boss.

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Wassup' guys,

Belated Happy Sankranthi or Pongal to all those who celebrate it! Eat the yellubella and hope that your life is just as sweet. So.... how did you guys like this chapter? Was it good, bad, ok? 

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