The Heartless Frankenstein (XIV Series #2)

Chapter Twenty Six

Cafeteria Food Fight II

“Are you sure okay?” Aiden leaned his face closer to me to examine me further as if he didn’t trust my I’m okay. I wasn’t okay. It was literally a hard ball hitting my face. Even the fastest serving balls wouldn’t hurt like that. “That was a pretty hard hit. You shouldn’t have dodged the ball for me.” He added, making me scowl at his statement. I was more pissed that he was telling this to my face. It only really hurts more if you say it out loud and I was trying my best to hide the pain in front of him.

I glared at him and he flinched. “You’ve been asking the same question for so many times, Aiden! Jesus Christ! Move on already! I’m fine! See?!” I pointed my face at his direction. “No blood just pretty, majestic hair.” I pushed my head towards his head so he can eat my hair for being a pushy ass. “No soccer ball is going to kill this bad gorgeous cat.”

He sighed. I knew he was just extremely worried about me and he’s always like that that’s why I’m not that bothered that he’s asking this way. Maybe a little frustrated about it but not that frustrated to make me hate him.

“You’re worried, I get it but look at me.” I leaned even closer to him making sure he can examine my entire soul and spirit and whatever else is living inside me. “I’m fine. I can snap that guy’s back with my pinky!” He doesn’t look like he was less worried at all. “It’s more important to me that you’re okay, alright? So stop worrying about me.” I patted his shoulders to assure him that I was really okay. “Did you forget that I’m the best player in our team? I can snap and send a ball back even at the highest velocity.”

He still looked worried though. Nothing I say will ever convince him that it was fine – better that it was me and not him. He was far more frail than I was after all.

“Listen, I can deal with a small hit. I train to dig and save balls all the time.” I said, trying to convince him more so his worry would go away. I was bad at it though. “I have a pretty strong muscle base.” I added but it didn’t look like I was assuring him in any way. “I really am fine.” I said in a softer tone this time. The type that would really assure him – I hope. I have no energy to keep assuring him after all.

He finally nodded, looking down. Surely, all my reassuring didn’t assure him at all. “Don’t try to save me next time. That’s my job.”

“We’re best friends.” I cut him off before he rambles about anything else again. “It doesn’t have to be one sided when it comes to protecting each other.” I crossed my arms, a little mad at him for saying that. I am indeed offended. “You save me and I will save you. You stay by my side and I will stay by yours. That’s how it’s supposed to be.”

He suddenly chuckled. “For the first time, I’ve never been happy to be just your best friend.”

I frowned, looking away, the moment I realized I never tell stuff like that about our friendship. I’ve always been the cold type who prefers to keep it low. “Oh my god, Andy. I didn’t say that for you to fall for me even harder.” Although I was sure it was too late for that.

“You’re bad at doing that though.” He laughed.

I hissed in disbelief, throwing a small part of my potato chips at his direction. “This is why I’m dangerous to every men. I get too charming and I don’t even have to do anything.” I barked back at him and he couldn’t deny knowing fully well I was right about it.

“Can I join you guys?”

I looked up, gulping down my potato to my throat in surprise. “Snoopy!” I exclaimed. I was just thinking about how he was doing days ago and now he’s here. I’m glad he looks at least fine. “Of course, you can! Come, let’s eat together!” I excitedly replied, gesturing him to sit right next to Aiden so I was across him. “How are you?” I asked.

“Yeah, how are you?” Andy asked again making me shot him a glare. He’s always so salty whenever I’m with Jett. I already made it clear that he’s a part of my T-list so I don’t understand where all his hate was coming from. Maybe he was jealous of the natural connection we had with soccer. Or maybe for other things too.

“I’m doing great. I’m healing pretty well.” Jett smiled turning to me so I smiled back. “What about you guys? It’s pretty tough during the middle of the semester, right?”

I grunted as I remembered all the drawing units I made while being busy with training too. I’m supposed to work on more but I ditch them all like a queen of cramming and laziness. “I have like twenty orthographic plates I need to do and I’m not even a freaking architecture student!” I kicked my feet midair out of frustration.

Jett laughed at this. “I believe it’s always been a given for engineering students to do that as well, no?”

“Of course they need it, they’re future partners after all.” Aiden replied to him, shrugging like a know-it-all. Is he trying his best to keep calm? I’m sure he is. He looks hilarious trying to compete with Jett even if Jett wasn’t trying to compete with him.

Jett looked uncomfortable but he was making an effort to make it not seem like it. How cute. “I heard our department’s busy with stuff. You’re part of the officials, right?” Jett asked Aiden which he responded with a quick nod. He really was trying his best to be friendly with Aiden but he was being an ass to him. “What are you preparing for?”

“Judy doesn’t want us to spoil the events so I can’t really tell you anything. I’m sorry.” He explained coldly.

Jett nodded in disappointment, saying “Good luck then.” and started eating as well.

For the past ten minutes, we ate and sometimes talked when someone tried to initiate a conversation which was mostly me and Jett. Aiden was being sulky about having him in our table so I can’t really do anything about it. We were laughing at this story Jett was telling us during a soccer game he went to before when a tray suddenly dropped in our table and a splash of ketchup splattered all over my clothes.

I blinked wiping my face with the back of my palms when it hit my face. I felt the ketchup smearing over my cheek as I tried to wipe them off with the back of my hand. I looked at Jett and Aiden who had the same red marks printed on their clothes now as well. We were pretty much frozen of what happened and we couldn’t move a muscle in utter shock.

I glanced up to see who the prick was. All hail, Condrey State University’s useless soccer team captain, Yuta Takahiro. Seeing his face again made me grit my teeth.

“Yuta! What did you just do?!” A blonde girl with ugly huge puppy eyes appeared next to him, eyeing the three of us with her eyes widened in shock. Must be this stupid captain’s girlfriend or something. “Oh god, I’m so so—”

“Hey wannabe,” I said under my breath, glaring at him viciously as I slowly rose from my seat. “I think you dropped your tray at a different table.” I said my voice getting more and more hoarse from the tension that was building up inside my body.

Yuta looked down on me with a smug look on his face. Like he was proud that what happened turned out as he planned. “You’re the one who ruined my ball first. This is nothing compared to what you did.”

“Are you serious?!” I exclaimed in disbelief, scoffing angrily. “Is this all you got?” I scoffed in dismay and frustration. “Childish vengeance? You’re the soccer team captain. I expected much more from you than this low class payback.” I smirked at him but I wasn’t happy at all. I just wanted to piss him more because I knew it would make him angry.

“L-Low class?!” He repeated. “You’re the low class! You sleep with every guy in this school!”

 I sleep with every guy in this— My jaws tightened as I looked away in disbelief. My vision was getting darker and if I had a knife in my hand, I wouldn’t have hesitated to plunge it over his heart. Screaming it like that as if the world doesn’t already know that I don’t sleep with everyone. I just date everyone who catches my eye. So dumb and stupid, this one.

“Gwynn, just leave it.” Aiden said, trying to pull me back by the arms as I marched closer Takahiro, ready to punch him in the face. “Let’s go. He’s not worth it.” He pulls me ever harder but I shove him away out of anger before I pulled Yuta’s collar close that our faces were inches away from each other. I couldn’t possibly pass this chance to teach this man a lesson for what he did.

He glared back fearlessly.

“Wanna know why every guy wants to sleep with me then?” I smirked when I felt him flinch at my sudden gesture. “You see, Yuta Takahiro, there are only two reasons why guys like you call me low class.” I tilted my head so I can see his not-so-flawless cheek. “One, you don’t know what real class is and two,” I pulled him closer forcefully. “You’re never chosen to experience the real deal.” I said in a low tone to emphasize how gravely infuriated I was with him. “Are you so sad I haven’t tried to work my magic with you, Yuta Takahiro?”

He doesn’t answer.

I rolled my eyes, scoffing before I glared at him again. “Sad you won’t ever get a taste of it.” I pushed him away from me hard that made him slip a little but he stood back up trying to regain his cool. “You’re just not chosen.”