Capítulo 4 LUFER 3

Happy Reading, Ayme

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Brakh...

And once again, the cafeteria was gifted with the theatrical masterpiece of Table Slam: Episode Who Even Cares Anymore.

In the far corner, a curly-haired girl decided that subtlety was overrated and yanked another petite girl's hair without so much as a hello.

"Awsh!"

Ah, Meya. The human ragdoll of the day, wincing in pain like a wounded kitten.

"Use your damn mouth, slut!" the attacker spat with glee, clearly proud of her linguistic finesse.

"Let go! Dammit-awsh!" Meya swore, flailing like a fish out of water. She got up, accidentally kicked the table, and surprise! Her foot just so happened to connect with the queen's stomach.

"Ow! You little bitch!" the banshee shrieked.

Plakkk...

And silence fell. Just like that. As if someone had hit the mute button on a room full of gossiping teens. That slap echoed like God's own judgment.

Enter the devilishly uninterested boyfriend, who had been enjoying the circus from afar.

"What's wrong, Ge?" he asked, all sweetness and fake concern.

Not even bothering to peel Ge's hand from Meya's scalp. Not his problem. Watching Meya suffer? Now that was entertaining. Because yes, Kane was clearly Satan's favorite spawn.

"Your maid here, babe. She's a total snake-and rude!" Gealin pouted, lips puckered like she was auditioning for Worst Girlfriend of the Year.

To Meya, the display was nauseating. Ge looked less like a concerned girlfriend and more like a barking chihuahua in heat.

"Ugh, let go!" Meya growled, yanking herself free-whether by luck or Ge letting her go for dramatic effect, who knows. What mattered was: Meya's hair was finally free from the horny hound's claws.

Yes, let's call her that. The horny hound.

Did she not know that the guy she was clinging to like cheap perfume was Meya's fiancé? Even if only a forced one.

And Kane? Was he just another idiot or a full-blown lunatic? A fiancé with a girlfriend-how refreshingly low of him.

"Goddamn mutts and foxes, the both of them," Meya seethed internally.

She fixed her clothes, still panting, head down, not in the mood to witness more of their lovefest.

"What the hell did you do to my girlfriend, Meya?" Kane growled.

No response. Meya simply tied her hair back, ignoring him like he was an irrelevant extra.

"Deaf too, huh? Besides being ungrateful?" Kane sneered, sarcasm oozing from his grin.

"The obedient puppy is starting to bark."

Meya lifted her head. Eyes locked. The glare? Enough to melt steel.

"Correction. This obedient dog isn't your servant anymore, ex-master mongrel."

Oof. Burn of the century. Kane grinned like he just found someone worthy to play with.

In one swift move, his hand clamped onto her jaw, the muscles flexing for dramatic effect.

"So the mutt bites back now, huh?" he whispered, trying to sound cool but mostly sounding constipated.

Despite the pain, Meya smiled. Not out of amusement, but pure, venomous loathing.

"Yes, Master Mutthead." she replied, digging the dagger deeper.

"You little-"

"Agh!" she gasped, the grip tightening. Her chin would definitely be purple tomorrow.

Kane looked ready to crush her skull.

"Guess Daddy Dearest will love hearing how disobedient his precious daughter's become," he smirked.

That shut her up. And Kane loved it. That stunned silence, that fear-it fed his ego like fuel to a fire.

"The golden girl of Jodytama is gonna be-"

DUAKHH...

Everyone snapped their heads toward the back-right corner.

A student, clad in a black hoodie, casually kicked a table like he was flipping a switch-and just like that, it cracked.

He whistled. Whistled.

And walked out of the cafeteria like it was Tuesday. Three friends trailed him like he was some badass cult leader.

"Crap. Did we do something wrong?"

"Please, not another incident!"

"Who insulted him this time?"

"I'm skipping class. Nope!"

"Dammit, I'm in his class! We're all gonna die!"

The panic set in. Kane sighed. Of course this guy had to show up. With an eye-roll, he yanked his hand away. Meya collapsed onto the floor like a discarded rag doll.

"Class dismissed," he muttered and strutted out with his minions, his mood now as sour as expired milk.

Not far away, two overly dramatic girls bolted toward Meya.

"Oh my god, Meya! I'm so sorry, I didn't help you-I was terrified of that psycho!" Pirteya said, helping her up.

"Are you okay? Did he-"

"HOLY HELL!"

"YOUR CHIN'S BRUISED!" Lana yelled like Meya had lost a limb.

To be fair, chaos was nothing new at Rusheu High, the school where sanity came to die. But still-seeing Kane go full WWE wasn't exactly common.

"To the nurse's office!" Pirteya commanded.

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TO BE CONTINUED...