"Laalalaalalaaa~"
With a sweet but off-tune hum, Tempest washed off the last bloodstain from his sword and dried it with the hem of his skirt.
'That piece of shit surely was a bloody heck of trouble!'
The man in the back; lying on the ground, stained in red, made a small sound; most probably his breathing acted up due to the slit on his throat.
"This pedo's still moving?" Tempest mumbled to himself as he walked towards the man, shivering even more with every slightest step Tempest advanced towards him.
"Are you afraid of me? But a few minutes ago you said that you liked it better when you did it with a child."
Blood spluttered on Tempest's pretty dress as he shot the half-dead man.
"Frigging pedo!"
~~~
It's been three weeks already since the session of grade 12 started.
Tempest had already completed this week's side mission last night, but he wasn't very excited for the main mission.
Tempest, now on a mission, joined the school by the name Storm. He looked around to search for the target yet again. Target not found. The kid was absent yet again. He hadn't attended even one class since the session started!
All these weeks when he was spying on Orchid, he had come to a solid conclusion.
Orchid was not intelligent like his mom said.
Orchid was dumb.
Painfully dumb.
Brain cells crying for help type of dumb.
Like totally brain-fried dumb.
When a switch board shirt circuits, sparks fly and power shuts down at the whole building? Yes that level of dumb.
The only thing he does is partying and flirting with every single girl in existence. And yes, he's eighteen and is, very much, still uneducated because he barely attends classes. Not only does he have a God complex but he also thinks that all females in the world are in love with him, waiting for the chance to pounce on him, either for cash or favor, and mostly because they fall head over heels at his handsome face and physique!
Just when Storm was cursing Orchid under his breath, a loud, ear-piercing cheer of girls erupted from the corridor.
"Sounds like Orchid is here." Storm's deskmate Annie sighed.
"That rich playboy you mentioned?"
"Yeah. That brat for sure is scaringly very popular. Here he comes with his gang."
"Bland as ever, huh?" Orchid announced as soon as he stepped into the class. "Same old teach, still breathing; Same old zombies pretending to be students, Same old faces still snoring and same—wooooah—" Orchid did a double take on the new student sitting on the last bench, literally glowing under the sunlight; "...And who the hell allowed Aphrodite to enroll?"
The teacher had one look at him and started roaring like a tigress.
"You little brat! You dare! First you don't come to the class for a month–"
"Only three weeks teach" Orchid teased the teacher with a smirk, "By the way, you look prettier than before."
"3 weeks or a month, it's all the same. I very well know you are going to skip all the classes this year again! Aaand don't you dare butter me up with compliments."
"Ouch! am not buttering you"
"You are. My fifty-eight-year-old brain knows very well. Now go take a seat."
"Yes, Ms. Shayne."
Orchid turned around with a cheesy grin and scanned the classroom.
"And where was I…Yeah, woooah there! Venus just got her student ID and no one warned me?"
"What is this? Mythology class? If Zeus is watching, bro, chill, I'm not ready for this kind of competition." Orchid walked to the seat where Storm was sitting with his head deep in the book. "Tell me, what is Venus doing at our school?"
The only person in the class who wasn't staring at him with their eyes out.
"Hey there , scoot over and make some space for me."
"..."
"I said scoot over…move…mooove…mooooove!" Orchid was getting impatient. What in the world is so important than paying attention to the most handsome hunk in the country!
"Oh, you were talking to me?" Storm looked up at Orchid, adjusting his big, round glasses, parting his lips, waiting for the answer.
"Yes, you. I must say that was a nice way to grab my attention, and I must say you did gra-"
Storm looked around, readjusting his glasses, "Don't you have any other seat?"
Orchid was offended and intrigued at the same time. Does this person not realize how lucky they are to be having this conversation with the-
"Looks like there isn't any other seat, Storm, give him some space."
"I am sorry but I am not very comfortable sitting beside him because he's too loud—" Storm whispered to Annie, his deskmate.
"Hey nerd! Am getting tired here. Move. Over. Before I snap–"
"First off, my name is not a nerd. Try being respectful first."
Orchid tilted his head glancing at the book and then his nametag and then at Storm.
"Can you please move a bit, Reverend Strom?"
"Storm"
"Can I have a seat, Reverend classmate, Storm"
"Is there a problem back there?" the teacher asked.
"Everything is fine teacher" Storm shifted and gave some space to Orchid.
"I must say, you are a feisty one, aren't yo-"
"Stop. That's cringe."
"Are you being serious? Do you even know who I am? Am the-"
"This is the last time I'll be polite. Shut up."
"Feisty and funny. I like that. You clearly look allergic to average."
"And you look allergic to silence."
"Shut up; you are disturbing me and the class, or I'll report to the teacher."
"..."
"Dayum, Storm! You actually made 'The Orchid shut up!" Annie burst out laughing.
"Any problem in the back? Why am I hearing all those whisperings?"
"No… No problem , Ms. Shayne," Annie shouted abruptly, her tomato face trying to hold in the laughter. Storm side-eyed her and sighed.
Ms. Shayne resumed her lesson. Everybody was paying proper attention.
Aaaand... Zero points for guessing, Mr. Playboy was bored and was trying to search for some entertainment. Storm's silvery-purple hair caught his attention.
"You have really pretty hair," Orchid whispered to Storm, fiddling with his hair. "Dayum, these are pretty long… You wearing a wig?"
"Stop disturbing me," Storm adjusted his glasses, "and don't touch my hair."
"Woah! woah! woah! Calm down, calm down!" Orchid looked at Storm with intrigue and amazement as he snatched the strands of his hair from Orchid's hand and started tying his hair into a bun.
'Dayum…one…two…three…four…five…six… seven…Seven folds! These hair got more volume than all hair in the heads of my family combined! Are these hair even real? Heck, are these even hair, or is it a bunch of colorful ropes glued to his head! That color ain't realistic. I bet that's a wig for sure.'
Orchid was totally amazed. He started analyzing Storm.
'Big foxy eyes under those big round glasses, pretty small button nose, plump red lips, chiseled jawline, pale skin, thin neck, collarbones peeking from the shirt, A-cups, thin waist…
Wait! A-cups? She's flat!'
'Ok…not that bad, that waist with those muscular thighs make up for the lack of top assets, but sheesh A pair of c- or d-cups would be 19 outta 10!'
"Tringgggggg!"
The bell rang, and Orchid quickly looked at his watch. He had spent the whole day staring at the beauty beside him!
"Move." Annie said, "And stop staring at Storm. You look weird."
Orchid put on his best pose and his handsome face, or at least he thought he looked handsome. "Hey, Storm, wanna hangout with me at my party tonight at my mansion?"
"No."
"Hey, don't be so blunt. Don't deny so soon! You know how lucky you are, getting invited to a grand party by Orchid himself. Maybe you don't know, so let me tell you. The Orchid. Heir of The Garden group of companies! This one is The chance of your life. Champagne fountains. Celebrities. People you could never see if you waited your whole life. You don't know how fortunate you are for being invited by me to–"
Orchid kept blabbering on until Storm was fed up and interrupted.
"No, I don't wanna know. Nor do I wanna attend the grand display of your trashy ego, respected self-centered Mr. billionaire playboy, heartthrob of the school. Now if you would allow me, I'd like to excuse myself from your egotistical circumference."
Storm stood up, holding his books and supplies against his chest, slinging the backpack on one shoulder, making his way out of the desk.
Orchid stood up and flipped his hands through his hair, trying to look cool; "You sure about that?"
"Never been this sure in my entire damn life." Storm smized a sarcastic grin and stomped over his foot, dramatically yet gracefully, exerting all the force he could summon onto Orchid's foot. "Oops, I slipped. Guess I'm really not so fortunate, like you said." Smiled, blinked twice, and made his way out of the classroom with Annie.
Annie burst out laughing.
"Dayum! You were so cool there, Storm!" Annie hooted while all the students were left baffled, as if electrocuted.
Meanwhile, Orchid was left screaming in pain in silent mode, trying his best, not to break his cool image.
"You saw that? Storm killed it!"
"He got the whole script prepared!"
"Holy shit! Orchid's cooked!"
The class suddenly erupted, all talking about how the new kid turned down the heartthrob of the school. The news was trending on school's anonymous forum!
Orchid, lying on his bed, which could fit almost 10 more people, located in the center of a room that screamed ultra-rich, tossed and turned thinking about Storm all night.
'Gosh, so feisty!
But different from the others, ones that swamped around me because of my wealth and looks.
This one is different. Aha! beauty with brain.'
Orchid had never been so intrigued and amazed ever in his life. But most of all; He was pissed. He had basically everything at his feet at the snap of his fingers. Women and girls, all kinds of celebs and influencers. High-end models and highest-payed actresses…all crawled to his bed, for either cash and favor or his status and wealth. He was infamous for being the richest and the most wanted playboy of the century. For him, to be turned down by a random new nerd from his class was the epitome of humiliation.
He was never going to let go of this matter unhandled.
He tossed again in his bed,
'Playing hard to get? Heh. That isn't new; I have seen girls use all kinds of tactics to get my attention, all filled with greed and fakeness. But I like the approach of this Storm. She genuinely looks like she hated me. Puts on a very good act, on par with real actresses, ngl. Let's see how long this one takes to reveal her true self.'