Alchemy Of Chaos

She Called Him Dumb

'That was... why am I even sketching him?' she thought, tore the sketch, and got up. 'I don't like the way he looks at me; he looks like a creep.'

Next Day

Getting to class, the lecturer was already in, so Zella and her friends quickly settled down.

The class continued...

"We were talking about the business that was bought by f*******: in 2014, and the price," the lecturer said, and hush fell in the class.

"Anyone?" the woman repeated.

The silence continued.

"Snapchat? For 18 billion?" a new voice came from the back of the class, and everyone turned to see the owner.

Dwayne.

It's the first time he spoke in class, so the shock was real.

"That's dumb... it's w******p, for 19 billion," Zella replied immediately, and everyone turned to her.

"That's right, " the lecturer said.

Instead of praise, Zella received hateful glares for saying "dumb."

The lecture continued, and Dwayne's eyes settled on Zella, watching her creepily from the back like a creep... that he is.

Girl... you called Dwayne dumb you're an icon the girls will surely eat you

'But damn, his naturally sleepy voice! I'd do anything to hear him call me baby with it! Seriously, if I don't fûck that guy, I'd kidnap him on his wedding day,' Nina said.

Nina... Roxanna coughed as her laughter got louder.

SCHOOL PARK

You intentionally answered the wrong question to make her talk to you in class earlier, Jordan asked.

"Obviously," Dwayne replied simply, climbing his power bike. "And what's up with you and her? I can't stand the tension anymore," Jordan pressed further, bringing Dwayne's helmet out of the car. "Are you taking over Zade's duty today? You've become the talkative," Dwayne raised his thick brows. Uncle Branson offered to come make dinner tonight," Dwayne announced. "Tell me his wife is the one doing the cooking," Zade paled. "She's on a trip," Dwayne replied, holding the bike handlebars. "I'd rather go paralyzed than eat your uncle's food again. He should be banned from the kitchen," Zade said, and Jordan laughed.

8:00pm

I sneaked out of the house to go party with the girls when I saw something that drove me mad my car was ruined with paint and the windows were gone and a writing was on it

Next Time don't call Dwayne dumb

that was all she needed

she got her phone and bag storming down the road to find a taxi

DWAYNE'S PLACE*

The table is already set for uncle Branson's dinner.

Like he promised, he came to prepare dinner for the guys, and they have no choice but eat.

Zade looks like he has a lot to say, but he's struggling to keep quiet as they set the cutleries beside the plates.

Jordan was keeping in his laughter as he watched him, and Dwayne has this sardonic smirk on his face.

"Shall we?" Uncle Branson widened his arms when they finished setting the table.

He's in his early forties obviously.

They settled on the chairs to start eating, but the barging at the door stopped them.

"Expecting someone?" Uncle Branson asked.

Zade stood to go check, and immediately he opened the door, Zella bolted in.

"Fuckity fûck" Zade muttered as she dropped her bag then started running to the table.

Uncle Branson stood with Jordan, but Dwayne remained seated till she got to the table and jumped on it, pushing away the meals with her heels.

The chinas crashed on the ground as she picked a fork, swirling around before jumping down on Dwayne.

He went down without fighting, landing on his back.

The china pieces hurt his arms as Zella sat on his belt region, placing the fork on his neck.

The fork digged into his skin slightly, and blood trickled out, but she's too enraged to even care...

Dwayne kept laying low, and the other three men have impressed expressions.

"Sending thugs to me is a cowardly thing to do, motherfûcker! You should have faced me yourself!" Zella glared, still placing the fork firmly on Dwayne's neck, still sitting on him.

Dwayne smiled intriguingly, looking bemused and definitely liking the feel of her @ss on himself.

"If you're gonna ride me, do it properly" he said with a slight raise of his brows.

"What" Zella sounded.

"You're sitting on my dîck" he muttered.