Tasting All My Mates by Alexis Dee

406-The Petty Stuff

"Lazio!" I pronounced his name after gulping a little. It was clear from the look on his face that he wasn't too happy. Something had deeply disturbed him, as evidenced by the slight raise of his brow and the tightening of his lips.

"Good morning," I said, trying to sound playful and normal.

"Maynard was here?" he asked, ignoring my greetings and briskly approaching me.

"He was." I didn't lie. He stood beside me for a few empty seconds before he scoffed at me.

"Why? Why did you indulge in a conversation with him?" he asked me, assuming it very correctly. I could tell he was not going to understand whatever I had to say. Something in him has changed, or maybe it was always there, but I was too occupied with saving my mates and the world to acknowledge it.

"He came here to talk to me. We talked, and now he is gone. I am not a child who would turn away from the problems because Daddy doesn't want her to speak to anyone without his permission." I had enough of his attitude. I turned to him after dropping the butter knife in the sink and groaned, muttering the words to him.

It surprised him to see him standing up for me again.

He stayed still for a moment before he grasped my arm and started dragging me to our bedroom.

decency." I complained, trying to free my arm, but his fingers were

behind us. It didn't just stop there. He then pushed me in front of the mirror and stood behind me. His

see how ridiculous you look when being rude to

raised my voice, but

school anymore. I am not the miserable guy you used to be to your fullest in that academy," he

you? When?" I asked, my eyes staring at him with nothing but complaint and

early morning. You need to accept and admit when you are wrong. I didn't want you to ruin their relationship, did you hear me?" He yelled despite the fact that I

hear you. They all should know how narrow minded and control freak you are." The moment I raised my voice louder than him, he clenched his fists and raised them.

going to hit me?" I asked in bewilderment. I was panting as I stared at his frozen

fist for a moment. "No!" he repeated, "Enya! I would never hit you," he finally raised his face and for

were going to hit me," I mumbled in my mouth, letting out quivering

never hit you. If I had to, I would have, but I stopped." He took a step closer to me, but my reflexes made me step

am an

a lost cause. This wasn't the Lazio I met in that academy's room. I lost that Lazio long ago. It was just sad that he still has