How To Bake A Fighter

Chapter 15: Steaming Temper

*Millie*

I stood there barely out of breath staring down at the weakling beneath my feet before looking up to the shocked faces of my classmates and fellow students. Then I looked to see the amazed faces of Lucas's friends and his. Then, I looked to see the proud ones of my friends. But suddenly, I stopped at my brother and his face of worry staring at someone and I turned to follow his gaze to meet the harsh eyes of my and Tyler's dad. Oi, I thought. Slowly I backed away from her. "Millie, stop!", my father growled, stopping me in my tracks. Shoot, he whipped out the warning nickname. He must be really p*** off now! I decided to move very slowly to not trigger anymore anger out of him as I tried getting away. Keyword tried. "Attention!", my father's commanding voice boomed, causing my body to stand automatically. "About-face!", it boomed again. I put my right foot behind my left foot and turned without moving much from my original spot to face my father and others behind me. "She can perform military courtesies without even a doubt in her mind", someone gasped. "She must have a strict life", someone else said. The whispers from school filled the air, but I didn't care. I was raised with respect and pride in my family's heritage of the armed forces. I stand tall with each command to prove it. My father walked in front of me looking me up and down for a few minutes. "At ease", he said after his inspection. I stood with my right foot drawn back about six inches and my weight on it but I never lost my attention, stance fully. "What do you think you were doing, Mill", John said, walking to stand by my father. "She tempted me by names, sir. The names she called my family, my friends, and me", I said respectfully. "What names?", my father asked. "Words that could make a sailor's blush, sir", I replied. "Who was involved in these words?", John asked. "Mainly me, sir. Sometimes, it would include family. Friends have recently been involved in these events", I responded. "Final question. What in the world are you wearing, young lady?!", my father questioned. I smirked and replied, "Why don't you ask your 'sons', sir". Yes, Chris is like a distrained friend that becomes an over-protective brother. I knew the boys were probably fidgety under their fathers' gazes. "Boys?", my father was tempted. "Well..um", Jamie started. "We didn't mean it was a harmless prank. We didn't think she would... s-she would um", Chris mumbled. *huff*"What'd you do, child", my father sighed frustratedly. "Are you asking me as a father to a daughter or blood to beauty, sir"?

*Lucas*

"Blood to Beauty?", I asked Ron, the military fanatic in our group. "I'm guessing family code names. Some military families use famous soldiers' nicknames", he explained. "She knows the soldier courtesy by heart. So awesome!", Ted muttered. This 'falling for her fast' was a real start to tick me off for some reason. "I'd prefer my daughter back, beauty", her father sighed out. "Oh, OK", she said. With that she went back to slouching and put her jacket back on, "So ask me the question again, dad". "What did you do?". "OK well, first I threatened the nimrods about losing the ability to have kids. They just said they'd adopted. Next, to kill or badly harm them, but I didn't know their positions through the door and dresser so I scratched that. Finally, I looked at my phone and was running out of time to get to school so I just jumped out the window", Millie said blankly. "YOU WHAT?!?!", Her father and the John guy screamed. "Mes jumped out a window!", she replied in a baymax voice before bursting out in laughter with the rest of us. I was dying because of her voice. It sounded like a mouse who talked after filling twice their body weight with helium. "She is definitely yours, Kyle", John chuckled. "Gosh, Catherine is going to kill me", Kyle said. "Well, I'm pretty sure it'll be murder if you are killed", Jamie shivered. "Oh my *gasp*. Wait, does that mean I get his car?", Millie asked her dad. "Seriously?! Mom is going to go ape s**t crazy on me, your twin, and you are worried if you are getting my car or not?!", Jamie yelled at Millie. "Yeah that's right. You made me jump out a window", she replied blankly. "YOU'VE DONE AND BEEN THROUGH WORSE!", Jamie snapped. "Yeah!", Chris yelled, making both of them turn towards him. "I'm telling mom to take you out first", Millie snarled at him deadly glaring. Chris's face paled as he ran to hug her. "I'm sorry! It was a dare by your brother! Don't tell her!", Chris cried while squeezing Millie half to death. "Let...me..go", she tried to breathe out. "It was YOUR idea, i***t! You wanted to show off her bada** side remember?", Jamie retorted. "Can't...Breathe", Millie said, sounded more p***ed than before. "You agreed! You knew then the window was there"! "They just moved there. How would I know she had a bathroom window"! "All bathrooms have windows"! Suddenly, Chris was shoved away from Millie before being thrown over her like a ragdoll. "Your f*****g suffocating me you dimwit!!", she screamed as she sat on top of him, bending his arm into a chicken wing. "I'm sorry honey-- ah! God woman! Mercy! Mercy! Mercy!", Chris yelped. Do I look like a f*****g piece of brand chocolate to you, a**hole?!", she yelled at him. "Misericordia?(Mercy)", Chris said. "¡Tampoco ayuda decirlo en otro idioma, idiota!(It doesn't help to say it in another language either, you i***t!)", she sighed in frustration. "también significa perdón, ¡duh!(also means sorry, duh!)", chris explained before a yelp came out as Millie smacked him in the head. "No me digas tonto(Don't tell me dumba**)", she said getting off of him before stomping towards a couple of bikes across the school lot mumbling angry strings of spanish words. "She's really tempted", Ron said as we watched her father and John followed her while the others went to a car. "Yeah, you should see her when she's in a real fight", I chuckled. "Hey, whose bike is she going too", Ted asked as we turned towards Ron's car. "Hers", I said blankly. "What?! She owns a sapphire blue Harley Davidson fat boy shadow rocket?!", Ted and Ron asked shocked. "Yes?", I said, which came out more like a question. "That's sexy there bro", Ted smirked devilishly. My blood was boiling to its breaking point. I can't stand it. For some reason it's driving me insane at the way he could be thinking about her. I just need to get out of here. I walked towards my car, glancing back at where the fight happened to see a dazed Stephanie getting helped off the ground by her friends. "Pretty bird land on my finger", she sang before falling unconscious again. That's my girl's work. I smiled at the thought until I realized what I thought. Wait, what am I thinking? I shook my head before walking off to my car. What is this girl doing to me?