Chapter 9 THE PLAN - 008

MADDOX

JAMES

This fucking school was the stupidest idea ever made in human history.

The fact that Charlie had to enroll us here to act like my brother saying that it was a part of his plan made it all the more ridiculous.

Somehow, I was dragged into that stupid mess outside the principal's office.

Why you may ask? because some girl twisted the hand of my so called brother, ending my fun of being in the center of attention.

I could use an ass grab then and there. I smirked at the thought in my head as my eyes went to the reciptionist that was sneakily naughty. Beside my many talents, I happened to be the naughty radar and that reciptionist screamed wildness as her eyes flittered from left to right in the process of organizing the papers.

I bit my lip as my next prey was known and that was when I was hit on the neck by the party-snagger Charlie. I was about to twist his other hand.

"You can't screw anyone in this high school," he said it like it was a fun fact, "you'll ruin my plan and you need to watch out since I basically told the principal that we have various properties so behave little doggy."

I clenched my jaw at how irritable he was and I was about to give him a punch but the door opened suddenly, revealing the girl that had angry eyes and tight lips.

Charlie, being the dickhead, came closer to her and whispered some shit I didn't catch. I raised an eyebrow at the fiesty girl who ignored my existence and she fled off furiously.

"Well, I'm beginning to like this school." Charlie commented with a demonic smile and I rolled my eyes thinking the opposite. It smells like shit in here. I grunted internally when I went inside.

Charlie sat down and I sat across of him, making myself comfortable as I laid my legs on the wooden table that seperated us.

"Hey, princip, would you mind making this quick?" I directly got to the point with a monotonous tone of voice.

"Princip?" he looked at me as he repeated the world in a confused expression.

"Would you get to the point? there was no need for us to come here because of this tiny problem," I continued, "his hand will heal, there is nothing serious." I harshly snapped at the principal and his face became red at my reply.

"Well," he raised his voice but then decided that his career would be in jeopardy if he retaliated, "I would like to welcome you here by giving you a discount on the school enrollment fees as a part of our appreciation."

The winner of ass-kissing went to principal of Leahy Eastern High!

Charlie smirked at him as he accepted the offer and we both filled in our enrollment check, giving it to the principal with fake excitement.

As soon as we got out after giving out one word response to Mr. Nosy over there, I was glad we were out or I would have suffocated the shit out of him.

My eyes gazed at the girl who was sitting on the bench with arms crossed. She oozed out confidence just by the intimidating glances she gave everyone that passed by.

That turned me on, let's try her out. My dirty conscious advised but it was interrupted by the memory of what Charlie said. My eyes met the familiar gentle aqua ones and it hit me all together.

She was the girl that Charlie had a problem with. One question was hung in my mind and that was how she had learned her techniques because the way she twisted his hand so fast made me all the more willing to find out.

Although she was good looking, that ugly maroon jacket was hiding her beauty and she seemed too distant and disturbed.

Maybe I could play with her, make her turn into an aggressive beast. That would be a fun experiment. I replaced my almost rational decision to stay away with my normal curiosity.

I cracked my knuckles with a sneaky grin and Charlie smacked me once again, wiping that expression off of my face.

"Don't think about it. She's my play, get your own." he said and I nodded along but had the exact opposite intention.

He wouldn't know.

We walked outside and into our other class that I was willing to skip but because Charlie bribed me with girls, that changed apparently. I slid my hands into my pockets and met every girls' eyes, throwing a flirt everywhere.

Relax, Maddox, it's only charity work for them. The devil inside of me joked and I grinned wildly as my eyes appreciated every girl passing by.

"We have art to go to," Charlie brought me out of my own thoughts as he closed the two buttons of his black shirt. "Our plan is to find Violetta Allen, she's one of the gangs here. Our next play buddy." Charlie's eyes glinted like a drunkie and I thought I was the bad one.

After walking the terrestrial globe, we finally reached the class. I was tired since last night but the adrenaline rush came with Charlie exposing a part of his plan turned me into action mode.

We went inside and all the girls gathered around us like we were honey to their bee senses. We got a lot of that back in our hometown but California was different.

Charlie was right, Californian girls are so much hotter. I mused internally as I wrapped an arm around a petite blonde and she giggled with her arm slowly wrapping around my waist.

The teacher arrived and saw the commotion of deranged laughing girls and envious guys sighing while crossing their arms in front of their canvases.

Pushing back my hair with my hands, my grayish-brown eyes went to an auburn-haired girl not too far in the class but that wasn't the thing that caught my eyes, it was the sign on her neck.

It was the gang sign of California. Charlie's eyes narrowed at her which only meant that we found our target so we both placed ourselves on both of her sides.

"What's your name, honey?" Charlie began by asking in his sultry voice with mischievous eyes.

"What's it to you?" she snarked and I was impatient so I opted for the best option.

"What did she say, Charlie?" I showed the little blade that made her eyes widen. I was thankful that the canvas was hiding us, "I didn't catch it and I am fucking impatient." I pretended to talk to Charlie and she gulped, not trying to act tough again.

"V-Violetta Allen." she stuttered and I smiled in fake innocence at her.

"Great, now we want to know about your gang," I came closer to her as my voice lowered in a threatening tone, "we don't like the long process of killing you so save our time or else." I neared the blade near her waist but quickly hid it when the teacher passed by.

She nodded frantically with teary eyes and Charlie seemed to enjoy my menacing act once he patted Violetta on the head.

"Good girl, we will talk about it after this class." Charlie said cheerily before going back to his blank canvas.

"We're going to make a painting that describes us." the art teacher announced after giving us a warm greeting and my eyes went to her pencil skirt that looked tight on her ass when she turned around. "Well, paint away." she cheered on as we all went to work.

Grabbing my brush, I painted the whole canvas black until I was done. Charlie and Violetta weren't done.

"I'm done." I stated as the girls admired me from afar in the spacious room.

She stepped towards me and took a look at my painting with an appalled expression on her face.

"Why is it just black with no shapes?" she asked.

"Because that's me. My soul is dark and I like the mischief," I answered seductively with a devious smile and she gaped at me. "I like to start from here," I pointed to her neck, "till here," I pointed to her skirt and I could hear the way her breathing changed so I simply ended with, "I like black because that's where all the fun starts." with a smile as the bell rang.

She followed me like every sinner.