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CHAPTERRRR SIXXX!!!!

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"Who the hell do you think you are?" Brandon exclaimed, standing abruptly from the table where the rich crowd sits. He glared at Dmitri. At least I think he was trying to glare. Although the expression on his face was a hybrid of confusion and anger. I bet his face can't decide which expression would look better because both were ugly as hell.

He started to move toward Dmitri in a unusual way. I also bet he thinks he's moving like he owns the world. But I doubt that. I bit my lip slightly to keep myself from smiling. Dmitri looked back to see who spoke, when his eyes found the person he turned to face him.

Brandon stopped a foot away from Dmitri glaring at him. He took a step ahead and was toe to toe with Dmitri. Brandon was trying to size him up which was failing miserably. Dmitri was taller then Brandon. And the neutral bored expression on his face somehow seemed more dominant.

I stood a good few feet away, murdering my lip with my teeth and silently watching all the drama unfold. 'You just had to trip Zee.' I admonished myself. 'This wouldn't be happening if you didn't come to the cafe' I thought.

I was busy mentally berating myself, when I saw movement in my peripheral vision. Sam shuffled toward a timid looking girl, who stood close to the cafeteria wall, wringing her fingers anxiously.

When Sam reached the girl, she hesitantly moved forward and whispered something to him. He stood there for a moment looking at her then nodded and slowly jogged back. My concentration snapped back to the deadly duo standing in the middle of the cafeteria.

"And who the fuck...my good sir, might you be?" Dmitri drawled looking down at Brandon with his eyebrow raised in question as if Brandon was just a mere inconvenience.

Brandon's eyes narrowed in reply. "You don't know who am I? I'm Brandon Kyne. Son of Kyne Marcel. CEO of Marcel & Co." Brandon boasted with a smug look on his face. Dmitri blinked and stared at Brandon for a few seconds."Was I supposed to bow down and cower in fear, by any chance, hearing you state your name like a pompous ass?" He stated with a "i-dont-know-this-petty-creature-and-its-affecting-my-sanity-by-standing-infront-of-me" tone. His face remained indifferent and eyes blinking lazily.

Brandon clenched his jaw, his eyes flashing with anger. He took a few steps and stopped when he stood a hair breadth away from Dmitri.

“Listen here newbie. You don’t know me yet and you haven’t seen my wrath-” Sam scoffed “Wrath my dead uncle’s horses’ ass.” “-so it would be better for you to stay out of this shit. This is my territory. My father owns this school. Just a flip of my hand and you’re out of here. You’re messing with the wrong guy.” Brandon looked directly into his eyes and sneered “You won’t even know what hit you when I get my hands on you. There is a reason why they call me the devil’s incarnate. So go & stay in the hole you came out from.” He whispered thumping his hand on Dmitri’s shoulder with force.

By the time Brandon finished his threatening, my eyes have one considerably round and my hands have gone clammy.  I nervously flicked my eyes to every person in the area. People were whispering. This is going to definitely start the rumor mill. I mentally groaned.

Brandon had a satisfied look on his face. Probably thinking he succeeded in intimidating Dmitri. Sam shifted beside me “Damn look at all the petty humans standing around, taking the drama like starved animals. I forgot why I hated these institutions.” He mumbled under his breath. “Welcome to high school” I whispered inaudibly.

After what seemed like forever, Dmitri tilted his head to the right a piece of hair came down on his forehead & continued staring at Brandon. The corner of his mouth turned up and formed into a small grin and a chuckle broke through. “Nice speech mate. Where did you get that from? B grade action movie?” he mocked “You know I’m having a difficulty in guessing what are you exactly.” Dmitri asked casually. Brandon’s expression changed from smug to confuse as his brows furrowed. “What does that supposed to mean?” he barked.

Dmitri clicked his tongue “The amount of bitching I’m hearing is muddling with my mind and I can’t seem to decide where to put you.” He snapped his fingers couple of times, shaking his head dramatically.

“This amount of whining is only done by opposite gender on occasions- No particular offense ladies- but are you sure Brandon you don’t by any chance watch The Kardashians ?.” Dmitri blinked slowly down at Brandon. When I say down, I actually mean down. Brandon is tall but right at this moment not that tall enough.

Brandon’s face has grown considerably red and has shifted into an angry scowl. His hands were shaking as they turned to fists. “Are calling me a girl?!” he yelled. Dmitri gave a grin as false as Eliza’s lips. Hah. Good one. I mentally patted myself. “I would never” he said softly and shifted on his feet, facing in our direction, then shrugged “Do tell me that in a later date. Right now we have other matters to look forward to” His face grew calm and expressionless. He gave a nod in the direction of the door signaling to move.

“Alright. Let’s get outta here before school swat team comes in” Sam chuckled. He took his mobile phone out of his pocket and the screen lit up. “25 minutes are already wasted. I hate high schoolers. Not you. Them." He smiled and pointed his thumb towards the gathered student body.

I picked my backpack from beside me where it remained fallen since my little show of tripping. I started shuffling toward with Sam beside me. Shaking my head thinking about what transpired just now. You just HAD to be clumsy. I scolded myself again. I don’t have a good balance. I’ve been like this since I was a kid. I had difficulty in learning how to do cycling. Dad had to support my bicycle every time I got on it. It took several weeks to get a good grip on my balance before I could properly ride it. 

I turned my head to see Dmitri. He was still standing in front of Brandon giving him an icy stare. I saw his lips move as he said something to Brandon, then shifted around and started walking toward us.

Brandon’s intentions were clear on his face screaming loudly that he did not like what just happened with him. His face was raging red. An ugly sneer formed on his face. Sudden creeps went down my spine. I did not like that at all. Brandon took angry steps toward Dmitri, getting close to him and raised his fist ready to punch Dmitri. Horrified, my eyes went round and I started to open my mouth to give Dmitri a warning.

It all happened in a flash and probably nobody saw it coming. Dmitri’s eyes narrowed like he knew something. He did a 180, his hand shot out like a whip and wrapped around Brandon’s fist. Dmitri shifted to Brandon’s right and took a hold of his other fisted hand in a rather strong (that looked bruising by the hold) grip and twisted it on his back making Brandon stumble slightly.

“Whoa” my inner geek broke out “that was awesome” I whispered shell shocked and a bit excited. I heard a chuckle beside me and remembered that Sam was standing beside me. “I see a new fan” he teased with a cheeky grin on his face as he eyes twinkled with amusement. I started feeling a blush rising on my face “its n-not l-like that” I stammered twisting my shoulder strap. “Whatever you say” Sam said in amusement dragging the last word.

Dmitri was glaring daggers at Brandon’s head. His teeth bared like he was about to bite a chunk out of his head. “Don’t ever think about doing that again.” Dmitri growled slowly dragging each word out as if drilling it in Brandon’s head. He moved closer to Brandon’s ear. “You might end up…in a bad situation” He whispered menacingly, his voice going lower in pitch. Goosebumps stood up on my arm, I can feel them.

“Only cowards attack behind someone’s back. And you know what happens to cowards mister devil’s incarnate?” Dmitri said, his eyes- those gray blue pools of hidden mysteries swirling in them- filled with coldness.

“Cowards…end up in a very bad shape in the end” Dmitri delivered. He twisted his arm slightly. Brandon’s face scrunched up in pain. Sweat was dotting on his forehead & dripping down to his jaw. “One more thing so called mister ‘devil’s incarnate’ you can relinquish yourself from that title.” Brandon choked “What? Why?”

A chuckle broke out from between Dmitri’s bared teeth. Well because you're a fucking spinless asshole for one." he said matter of factly.

"There is no need for second hand stand-ins. Considering the devil himself is standing right behind you” He whispered ominously. A involuntary shiver ran down my spine. 

Don’t even think about messing with this guy people. I thought. Dmitri’s demeanor was giving off dangerous vibes at the moment.

“Nobody messes with the devil. And most of all…” those gray blue glowing with a promise, shifted to where we were standing.

“He kills for what he protects”