DY GRIMONY'S POV
đź‘Š Sol
âś‚ Me
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
Sol burst into laughter as I lost. "WINNER: SOL GRIMONY! THE BETTER TWIN!"
The Better Twin? Seriously?
"Alright, alright. Since Ish and Dy lost, the two of them will wash the dishes." Seth concluded.
"What?! Why me?!" Ish protested.
"Yeah! Why him?" I, too, disagree.
"Stop complaining! The rules were clear, weren't they?" Azure said firmly, rolling her eyeballs.
"This isn't fair! Rock can crush paper! Rocks are heavy—"
"Ish, paper can wrap around rock."
"In reality, there's no way—"
"Even so, Ish—"
"According to science—"
"Just accept it already!"
"Don't worry, Dy will help you." Maye reassured him.
"But—"
"Enough with the chatter." Azure cut him off.
Ish tried to justify his choice of rock, but everyone ganged up on him. With no allies, he just rolled his eyes and muttered something under his breath that I couldn't understand.
"Alright, we'll be outside," Sol said before leaving.
And just like that, Ish and I were left alone at the table, surrounded by a mountain of dirty dishes. We look like delinquents who couldn't pay for our meal.
"Why… do… I… even…"
"Huh? Mumbling something?" I asked with a plastic smile.
He rolled his eyes, stood up, and ignored me. One by one, he started gathering the dishes. I raised an eyebrow. Snob?
I decided to just help clean up the table. Together, we carried everything to the sink hall.
The place was busy—some were washing their hands, while others were cleaning their dishes.
"Sir, Ma'am, we can take care of that," one of the washers offered.
"Oh, it's okay. There's a lot, so we'll do it ourselves." Ish respectfully replied.
"Let them handle it; they offered," I said, I'm not trying to be rude.
Ish sighed and waved off the washer causing me to roll my beautiful blue eye balls.
"And here I thought only Fallen had bad luck, but I guess I do too," I muttered just enough for him to hear.
Who would have thought ALVAACAD had such a weird rule?
Apparently, if you order a lot of food and end up with a pile of dishes, you have to wash them yourself instead of the staff. This rule was created because some troublemaking students would intentionally order excessive amounts just to make life harder for the washers. Now, it's a strict policy.
As I quietly washed the dishes, I accidentally flicked some soap suds onto Ish's face.
He froze, staring blankly at me, then at the foam on his right cheek.
Oooopsie.
He let out a deep, stressed exhale through his nose. You know that huffing sound bulls make before they charge? Yeah, exactly like that.
Without warning, he grabbed my ID lace and wiped the soap off his face with it.
Everything happened so fast—I couldn't even react… at least not right away.
"HEY!" Finally catching up to what just happened, I instinctively slapped him.
And guess what? My handprint was now visible on his cheek… along with even more soap suds.
"Oh crap!" I gasped.
The bystanders froze. Some looked genuinely concerned, while others just seemed entertained by the drama.
Ish, on the other hand, was in shock, still holding my ID lace. I suddenly noticed…
Wait… is that… smoke?
IT'S SMOKING?!
"AHHHH!" I yanked it back immediately.
Oh NO! It's slightly burnt!
"HEY! Why did you burn it?!" I took a step back, wary of his reaction.
Slowly, he turned to me with a blank expression.
"Wow."
He said it so monotone, so emotionless, that it sent a shiver down my spine.
Then, out of nowhere, a passing student offered him a tissue and patted his shoulder. "I feel you, bro," the student said before walking off.
Lol? Who was that? Nevermind.
Ish took the tissue and wiped the soap from his face.
"Are all girls like this?!"
The entire hallway went silent. Even the men who act like girls gasped dramatically.
I stared at him in disbelief. He had the audacity to say that after everything he just did?!
"This is YOUR fault!"
"My fault?! You hit me!"
"Hey! That was an accident!"
I pulled my ID off my neck, tucked the part with my picture and info into my pocket, and tossed the burnt lace at him. He caught it effortlessly.
"Fix it!"
"Fix it?"
"You burned it, so fix it!"
"You're so demanding! I'm the one who looks like the villain here, but YOU'RE the one making a scene!"
"As I should! You owe me!"
"Owe you?! Who's the one who got slapped?!"
"You're so irritating! I didn't mean to slap you!"
"Just admit it—you wanted to slap me!"
I was shaking with frustration. Someone hold me back! HOLD ME BACK!
"Yeah! Your face is asking to be slapped!"
"There! Finally! You admitted it!"
Ish smirked, that smug, annoying smirk, before casually returning to washing the dishes.
Wait. That's it? That's the end of the argument?
He handed me back the burnt lace, but I refused to take it. Like hell I'm accepting that! He should either replace it or just keep it.
Taking a deep breath, I forced myself to calm down and continued washing the dishes.
As I mumbled, "I told you it was an accident—Hah!" I gasped.
"HAHAHAHA! SERVES YOU RIGHT! WHAT NOW?!"
Ish had just wiped his soapy hand all over my face before running away.
"ARGH! YOU FLAME-THROWER!"
My yell echoed throughout the sink hall.
Wait…
Did he just LEAVE ME?!
Am I seriously washing all of this ALONE?!
"YOU BETTER GET SUNBURNED!!!"
To be continued...