A.N. : Finally, here is another chapter of SSL. Hope you like it and enjoy :)

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Chapter 3 - Can It Get Worse?

Have you ever been in a situation like this, where you stood up confidently and blurted out the wrong answer in front of the whole class? Or your friend's handsome brother who was in just a towel, opened the door for you and you ran away, screaming? How did you feel? Awkward? Embarrassed? Did you feel as if a gorgeous doctor on whom you had a crush, took away both of your kidneys and left you a love letter? Ah! I know, very bad comparison, and now you know it too, that I suck at it. But, that was exactly what I was feeling at the moment.

Everyone was staring at me as if at any moment I would burst out crying. But they didn't know me. I, Kiera Bennet, never cried over silly things done by stupid jerks. The only thing I dreaded was more embarrassment. I stood there, my head bowed. In fact, I was thinking that someone would say, 'we were just kidding.' Alas, I was wrong.

"Hahahahaha." I heard someone laugh, loudly. I raised my head to see who it was. I expected Trystan, but he had a big smug smile playing on his face. And of course it wasn't Mrs. Evans or Kreptha as they both were female and the voice belonged to a male. Nor were any of the other servants laughing. The voice was coming from behind me, so I turned around slowly.

When I turned around, I found no one. But the laughter continued, echoing in entire hall.

"Who is it?" I scowled.

"Haha... Oh, hello... hahahaha... I, I am here... down... hahaahahaha."

I dropped my gaze to the floor and found a boy laughing hard, clutching his stomach.

Was it such a big joke? I asked myself.

"Tha... that was so... funny," he said between the laughter and started banging his fist on the floor.

"Enough, Brandon," Mrs. Evans bellowed. "She is our guest. Didn't I teach you manners?"

"Oh, I know the meaning of manners, Mum." He got up and dusted off the invisible dust from his pants. He was a twin copy of Trystan, but smaller. He seemed to be of around twelve or thirteen years old. "I can't believe she is our guest. She is so funny," he finished.

"Brandon, go back to your room and complete your homework, NOW." She gave him a stern look.

"Okay, but I am going to Ryan's place later to play a game."

"No, you are not leaving the house at any cost."

"Okay then, I would love to spend my precious time with our new guest," he said, emphasizing the word 'love'.

Mrs. Evans sighed, feeling hopeless. "Okay, but come back before-"

"Seven pm," he cut her off of mid sentence, "don't trouble Ryan's mother, be a good boy and you love me. I know all that, Mum. I love you too." He gave her a quick peck on the cheek and sprinted off to his room, up the stairs.

"Oh, dear," she said, turning to me, "don't take his words seriously. Being the younger one, he has got too much attention from us for his own good." I didn't reply. I was trying to digest whatever had happened. Seeing me in a pathetic state, she continued, "Relax, Kiera. Come, sit here." She sat on the couch and patted at her side, directing me to sit there.

I silently obeyed her.

"Kreptha, please take this tray away and bring some fresh, hot tea," she told Kreptha.

Kreptha cleared the table and, within two minutes, brought the fresh, hot tea. She poured it in a cup and offered it to me. I took it, avoiding her gaze.

"Trystan, sit and have some tea," Mrs. Evans held a cup out to him.

"Thanks, but no thanks. I don't want it. I have some important work to do, Mum." With this, Trystan started his way towards the stairs, but Mrs. Evans stopped him.

"I very well know the so called 'important' work you have. You will sit here and have your tea with us, Trystan," she ordered. It amused me, how she managed to switch her mood so fast. One minute she was a kind and loving mother, the next moment she pulled on the stern look. She very well knew how to control these two boys.

"Mum, facebook is also important work. Ask her, what's your name? Yeah, Kiera. Isn't it, Kiera?" I choked on my tea when he mentioned me. How could he expect me to support him? Not after this cool welcome.

"I... umm... well-" I stuttered out the words, but Mrs. Evans interrupted me.

"Sit and drink," Mrs. Evans ordered and continued drinking her tea. This was the end of the argument.

Trystan threw his hands in the air and sat opposite me.

After some long, never ending minutes, Mrs. Evans cleared her throat, breaking the awkward silence that had built up between us.

"So... how do you know each other? As far as I know, you just met each other for the first time, right? Or am I missing something?" She eyed us suspiciously.

I was about to answer her, truly, when Trystan spoke.

"Mum, it's nothing like that. She is new here. What do you expect her to do rather than panic?"

I couldn't believe this. Did I hear him correctly? How could he say that? Had he vowed to prove me insane? First he treated me like I was insane at the airport and now here, in front of Mrs. Evans.

"No. It was-"

"Leave it, Mum," he cut me off mid sentence. "Tell me how she got here?" He tried to play innocent. I was sure he didn't want her to know what happened at the airport. This was my chance to tame him.

"Mr. Trystan Evans," Mrs. Evans pulled her strict mother tone, "I'm glad you picked up the topic by yourself, because I was about to ask you about it. Where were you? I had given you the responsibility of picking her up from the airport. Explain it to me."

"That is why he was there at the airport?" I asked innocently. If this was a game he wanted to play, I was going to join in.

She glared at him, giving him a give-me-an-explanation look. I smirked at him. I was actually enjoying this.

"What? How was I supposed to know it was her? Did you expect me to hang that freaking name board around my neck and wait there like a maniac? No, Mum, never."

"No one hangs it around their neck, Trystan. Stop making stupid excuses. Why did she jump into full frenzy to attack you?"

"Because he fought with me," I said before he could say anything.

"She spilled the coffee over my shirt."

"I had apologized, but he..." I trailed off. What would I say he did?

"But he... what?" Mrs. Evans asked me.

"He did something..." I looked from her to Trystan.

Uh-oh.

"Yeah, tell me what I did?" he asked smugly.

I was blushing bright red now. I remembered what he had done or, in other words, what I had done and cursed myself mentally for that. I couldn't tell her about that, right? What would have she have thought of me if I had told her about our almost-happened-kiss?

"Erm... he walked away as if I was some insane person," I lied shamelessly. I put my head down and concentrated on the tiny thread coming out at the hem of my jacket.

Mrs. Evans sighed.

"Okay, forget about the fight now, but Trystan, you really proved me wrong. I had expected you would take your responsibility seriously. The poor child was in a state of breakdown."

"Seriously? She didn't seem like it. When I met her, she was in full swing for a fight." He winked at me, which made me scowl.

"Now, now, don't start fighting again, because you will be going to school together starting tomorrow. I don't want you two fighting in the middle of the street. Make up and leave all the quarrels behind." She smiled at both of us.

I gave a sickly sweet smile to him, which he returned with the same passion.

"You will get your schedule tomorrow at school, dear," Mrs. Evans informed me. "Trystan, please help her through all the necessary processes at school tomorrow."

"Gladly," he said with a most evil smirk, which made me doubt his intentions.

"Good," said Mrs. Evans.

By now, we had finished our tea and Kreptha had cleared the table. Trystan got up and headed towards the staircase.

"Trystan," Mrs. Evans called him out, "you will be using the bedroom next to Brandon's."

"What?" He turned back abruptly.

"You heard me correctly. Kiera will use the room while she is here."

"No way, Mum. I am not gonna allow anyone to use my room. It's my room."

"Did I ask your permission? You will do as I say."

"Mum, please. Why my room? Can't you give her the guest room or Brandon's room?"

"Because your room is the best one."

"But..."

"No but-bit. Your things have already been shifted."

"Okay, fine. While she is here, right? I'll see to it." Saying this, he stomped his feet towards his new room, but I cringed when he said the last part. What did he mean?

"I'll be here in the library. Please tell me if you need something, okay?" Mrs. Evans patted me on my cheek and entered the room on my left, which I assumed was the library.

Though Trystan had won the game, I had achieved something.

A room.

His room.

Lois guided me to the room. When I reached it, I practically whistled. Not because the room was huge and beautiful, but because it was not as I had expected it to be. This being a boy's room -- to be specific, Trystan's room -- I had imagined it to be all cluttered. But then I thought, that maybe Lois had cleaned the mess. There was not even a single scratch on the wall, whereas my bedroom walls were covered in scribbles. The room was lavishly designed. The soft bed was calling me to feel it. The room was perfect. Like, perfect.

In short, the badass boy knew how to maintain his room. I was too lazy to keep my room clean.

Lois bowed and left the room, closing the door behind him. I was tired and the only thing I needed at that moment was a hot shower. I checked the bathroom and it was as beautiful as the room. In fact, my previous room would have fitted perfectly in this bathroom.

I didn't bother to lock the door or take out my clothes from the bag. Everything that I needed for the shower was present in the bathroom, even the towel.

I stripped off my clothes and turned on the shower. The warm water trickled on my body. The whole day's exhaustion vanished within a minute. I felt fresh. I loved to take long baths, so after a bath of twenty minutes, I stepped out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel.

Turning my back to the door, I placed my bag on the bed and started my hunt for the proper comfortable clothes. The hunt was not easy, though. I started throwing my clothes scruffily out of the bag.

Finally finding a pair of blue pajama bottoms and a night shirt, I sighed and looked around. I had already spoiled the beauty of the room.

"Oh, God. I will now have to clean all of this mess up," I thought aloud. "How is it that douche can keep his room clean and I cannot? I wonder why there aren't any boxing pads hanging around here?"

"Now that you are there I can nicely use you as my boxing pad."

I turned around abruptly and saw Trystan standing at the door. What the hell was he doing here? When did he come in? How long had he been standing there? Why hadn't I noticed him entering? So many questions were buzzing around my head.

"What? I am not your boxing pad," I replied.

"Nice view!" he cooed, smirking.

It took me a moment to realize what he had said. I was in nothing but a towel. Like just in a freaking towel. I immediately covered myself with the pajama bottoms and night shirt I had found.

"What the hell are you doing here? Get out of my room," I said, trying to cover even the slightest exposed part of me.

"Shhhh... I didn't sign any papers with you where I have declared all the rights of the room to you. This is my room and I can come here any time I want."

"But right now this is my room. How did you get in?" I questioned him.

"You see, there is a lock system for the door which you forgot to use." He gestured at the latch and proceeded to sit on the bed. I jumped back, keeping a safe distance. "And please keep my beloved room clean." He leaned down and picked up one of the pieces of my clothes which he shouldn't have touched. Well, you know which piece I mean.

"That doesn't matter. You should knock before entering any girl's room," I said, snatching my lingerie from his hands.

"And you should lock the door if you want to stay wrapped in a towel. Why didn't you lock it, Kiera? Were you expecting someone to see you? Me, I guess?" He got off the bed and took a step towards me.

"Stay away from me," I hissed. "And I didn't leave it unlocked purposely for assholes like you to come in. Don't think that because I am staying here or because I unknowingly left my room door unlocked, you will get a chance with me. Don't even dream about it."

He was taken aback by my unexpected words but composed himself quickly. I was sure he had never heard 'no' from any girl. But this time it was me, Kiera Bennet.

He took a few steps back before saying, "Believe me, you have nothing special to look at."

Okay, that really hurt me, but I didn't let him know that.

"Ha!" I scoffed. "How can I forget, you are a man-whore who causes girls to go lesbian."

"Take that back," he hissed through gritted teeth. He balled his fist which gave me a clear hint that I had touched his right nerve. "You don't know me, so think before you use any word for me," he menaced in anger.

I was way too scared.

"You don't know me either, so stop judging me. Now please, I need my space and privacy."

He folded his hands across his chest and said in a determined tone, "I am also not very keen on looking at you. I am here for a purpose.""

"What do you want?" I said, trembling slightly. Now I was a bit scared thinking about the 'purpose' this douche would come up with.

"My single most important thing is left behind in this room."

"I thought all your things had been shifted. Anyways, take it and bug off." I tried to sound unaffected by his comment.

"How do I take it?" he asked, an evil smirk making its way onto his face again.

"What do you mean? Just grab it and leave." I shrugged.

"Are you sure?"

"Why do you need my permission to take it? Just now you were boasting about your right to this room and its things." I was really pissed now at the fake generosity he was showing. He was asking my permission?

"I need your permission, because it's the towel you are wearing right now. It's mine and I need it back."

To say I was shocked was an understatement. I was dumbstruck. I couldn't utter a word. Was he serious? He was right. I had indeed used his towel, but he couldn't be serious. Could he?

He came closer to me and whispered, "If I was a man-whore as you think I am my towel wouldn't still be where it is now."

He turned back to go out, but stopped in his track. "I want it back, though," he said and left the room.

I was surprised by his words. I wondered if I had judged him wrongly.

Just when I was about to change my theory, he peeked into the room again and said, "By the way, we have a gym where we have hung a boxing pad. We don't need another one." He smirked and left, for the time being.

I quickly hurried to the door and locked it. I let out a huge breath I didn't know I had held. 

One thing was clear to me, though. I was in a big trouble. Like, big one.

~Precap~

"Every new student has to go through this, to show them their real place," he said wickedly.

"I won't do anything nonsense like that, just because you are saying,"

"Be sure about what you say, Kiera. You don't want to regret it later." A knowing look spread on his face and he smirked.

His words ran current through my spine making the hair on my neck stand.

"You have no option, Kiera. Kiss me or dance in the cafeteria during lunch break tomorrow. You have exact..." He paused to look at the time. "24 hours from now on. Your countdown starts now. Tick-tock, tick-tock."

A.N. : How was that? Where these little fights will lead Keira to? Why is she in trouble? There is a little dosage of next chappy. Hope it will hook you up ;)

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