Operation: Tame Her

2. POUR THE COFFEE ON YOURSELF

The crowd's reaction was an epic mixture of haters and fans, but what she enjoyed the most were the daggers Azrael's eyes were throwing at her.

She should be worried that she made matters worse, but her little adventurous heart just couldn't help but jump joyfully and found great pleasure in trampling down entitled people's egos. 'What's wrong with me? My lack of patience will totally get my ass whooped real bad this time!'

"Listen here, Irrelevant Creature," he insulted, gracefully fixing his blonde hair using one of his fingers. "I'll let this slide since you are too stupid to know who you are dealing with." Not that he knew her or cared about anyone, but he'd rather not complicate the situation by dragging unnecessary people into the picture. "Now, run off like the rat that you are while I'm still being nice!"

Venus could feel her nerves getting heated with the thought of roasting him. His arrogance was getting under her skin. 'Who does he think he is to call me irrelevant--- and a rat?' Venus ranted to herself. Well, yes, he was one of the boys at the top of the nonsense hierarchy of the Imperial, but that was not enough reason for anyone to bully another student.

She wanted to raise an eyebrow at him, but then, she decided to settle for a diplomatic smile and flattering words. "Since you're so wise and mighty, why don't you just go do your important business with important people instead of wasting your precious time on irrelevant ones like us?"

Azrael chuckled in amusement at the girl's guts, taking a few steps towards her. He had to give her the benefit of the doubt for stepping up for someone-- but her audacity to talk back to him with clear mockery in between her lines was starting to irk him. He didn't know if he'd call her brave, or just naive.

He looked at Venus from head to toe and immediately pulled an unimpressed expression. Not that she was ugly or anything in the line, he was just irritated at her in general. Her petite figure was covered with clothes a size larger than her stature. The gray hoodie matched with rugged jeans and dirty sneakers made her doll face another person in the crowd. Nevertheless, Azrael was sure she would stand out if she tried. The girl was actually pretty, even with her hair messily pulled into a bun that made her eyes warm and her lips meek.

"You dress like a peasant yet you talk like a brat," he insulted in a casual tone. "Just how exactly did you get into this school?"

God knew how much Venus wanted to smack her violin case in his face-- but she worried that her violin would get hurt. She felt the female student grabbing her arm, probably reading her violent thoughts. She calmed a bit, but this time, her glaring eyes were no longer under her trance of self-control.

"Well, you dress like a brat and talk like a peasant," Venus coolly muttered.

Azra ran his tongue over his lips, amused at how she fearlessly talked back to him. "You know what?" he dangerously smiled at the transfer student. "Why don't you pay for your friend's debt instead?"

The Gucci King leaned closer till their faces were only a few inches away. Venus held her breath at the sudden closeness, eyes widening from impeding herself from trembling. The pair of orbs that stared directly into her eyes were so black they were almost violet, and the darkness in them seemed to embrace her and pull them into the depths. She wanted to push him, but her hands seemed to be in the process of absorbing the shock.

Z's grin widened at the expected reaction. After all, he was the infamous Azrael Kim. Nobody would dare to mess with him-- with them. His motion stopped when his mouth was already right before her ear.

"Pour the coffee on yourself," he whispered, soft and seductive.

She shivered in an unexplainable desire that she wanted to slap herself instead because her logic thought she was being stupid. Perhaps that was why the boy in front of him also caused havoc in the female population. He was just... beautiful in every physical aspect.

'Just the physical,' she countered to pull herself together, 'everything else was garbage that I could almost smell the stink from him.'

Venus clenched her fists upon digesting his words, almost crumpling the cup of coffee in her hand. She felt the girl beside her tense and she knew she was probably feeling guilty and scared at the same time. The transfer student gazed at Azrael, who was waiting for her to submit to him, staring at her with a smile so proud. The crowd started to cheer for Venus to comply with her bargain, and she just couldn't help but tighten her grip on the cup of coffee in her hand.

'I could simply be submissive and live the rest of my school life in peace.' Knowing what it meant to be against one of the school's Monarchs, Venus knew the best way to not get on their bad side was to just stupidly do what he was asking. It was her last chance to redeem herself from a disastrous college life. Being against one of them also means being against the whole school-- and adding up to the miserable cliche, she was a mere transfer student!

Z stood gracefully once more, eyeing her daringly. "I don't have all day to waste on you."

Or... She snickered to herself as she finally decided to wear the most submissive smile she could muster. Slowly, she opened the cup and looked directly at The Gucci King as the crowd cheered louder.

Splash! Gasps reigned at the next thing she did.

Venus couldn't help but smirk in satisfaction as she proudly gazed at her very own masterpiece --- the ever-furious Azrael Kim in front of her.

'I did it...'

He was still magnificent as usual, the only difference was dripping coffee washing his face and his white shirt soaked in brown.

'I really dug my own grave, but I guess I could die happily if it meant seeing him like this.'

"Ooops!" her grin widened, showing him the empty cup in her hand. Her voice was filled with a dangerous mixture of insincerity and mockery. "Sorry, I slipped."

The tense silence was broken by the loud ringing of the bell. The students took that chance to hurry and walk away from the scene, afraid to be part of the chaos and the stormy rage about to burst from Azrael Kim.

The Gucci King harshly wiped his face with his palm, trying his best to calm his nerves and not throw a punch at the girl in front of him. His eyes were burning in anger and his jaws were tensely clenched. Before turning his back and walking away, he threatened in his baritone voice, "You'll pay for this!"