IRISH POV
*Before the Apocalypse*
"Tell your useless boss this. If he dares lay a hand on my sibling, I'll burn him alive." I was gripping one of Patric's men collar. His nose was bloody, his lip split open, his eyes swollen, yet he could still smirk.
Should I send him back to his boss without a tongue? Let's see if he can still smile then.
I immediately pulled my knife from my pocket, ready to do exactly what was on my mind, when Jack suddenly stopped me.
"Hey, hey, no doing that, Irish. Aren't we done with that kind of thing?" Jack held me back, placing his arm between us. "If you do that, it's like you're breaking your promise to your brother" he added seriously. I roughly let go of the idiot's collar, making him grimace in pain.
I stepped away from him, and Jack immediately snatched the knife from my hand and hid it in his pocket. He crouched down to the bastard's level and lightly patted his face.
"You're lucky we're not into brutal stuff anymore. Otherwise, you'd be going home without a tongue," Jack said with a smile so wide his eyes almost disappeared. I saw the fear in the eyes of the man sprawled on the floor as he weakly wiped the blood from the corner of his lips. So this shameless bastard is afraid to die after all.
"Hey, asshole, tell your boss I'll give him the 20k he's asking for on the day we agreed. So don't he dare break our deal, because I'm really going kill him," I threatened, wiping the blood from the corner of my own lips. That bastard really got me he ambushed me, and there were five of them against just me and Jack. Have are you this pathetic, Patric? Are your men really this weak? Embarrassing. Tss.
But while I was looking at the man's almost mangled body, an extremely annoying person suddenly arrived.
"What the hell?? You two again? Go to the detention office!!"
Ahh, what a familiar phrase.
"Don't you have any shame left in your body? You were already punished this morning and now you're doing it again? Are your brains broken that you can't understand the campus rules?" he said angrily, his nose almost steaming with rage. He looked like a dragon about to breathe fire and because of how pale he usually was, when he got angry his face turned completely red.
We were now inside the detention office. Every fucking day, this idiot vice president always caught as fighting. How did he even manage to find us?
"Why don't you just live here since you're here every day anyway?"
Ugh, he's yapping again like he owns the school.
"Can you shut your mouth for once? You're so damn noisy," I said irritably. He shot me a sharp look. I just raised an eyebrow at him. What, you wanna fight?
This fragile Mr. SSG Vice President, tsk. He'd probably break a bone just punching a balloon.
"You better not disrespect me or you will regret it, Ms. Irish Del Valle."
Whoa, so scary. I'm shaking in fear~
"Do it, Mr. Blaike Cruz. Stop all that talk," I locked eyes with him, and neither of us wanted to look away. If looks could cause explosions, this room would've been destroyed earlier.
A loud knock on the door snapped both of us out of it and broke the tension between us. He glared at me before turning to the door. "Come in."
Tsk, you think your four eyes scare me, Blaike? Idiot.
"The principal is calling for you, Vice Pres," said a thin, small man as he entered.
"And why—"
I didn't bother listening anymore because I rested my head on the table and dozed off.
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I woke up when I heard a loud door slam. Damn it, is that four-eyes again? I frowned and looked toward the door.
"Jack?" My annoyance turned into confusion when I saw Jack standing there, pale and sweating. His entire back was blocking the door as if something was about to rush at him from outside.
I also noticed blood on his polo shirt. "Wow! Nice one. You're really making the most of your punishment, huh?" I said in disbelief as I stood up and examined him.
"What's that? Is that your blood or your enemies?"
"I-It's not mine," he stammered, panting.
Did he run kilometers or something? It's not even hot, but he's drenched in sweat. He looked like he'd seen a ghost from how pale he was.
"Then it's your enemies? Who? One of Patric's men?"
"N-No. I-I wish it w-was them b-but it's n-not," he stuttered. I frowned.
What is he even saying?
"Get yourself together, I can't understand you," I said irritably, tapping his face.
"S-So here's what happened. I stepped out of the detention room when I heard people screaming in the hallway. B-But you won't believe what I saw."
"What?"
"Z-Zombie… there's a zombie outside."
.....???
"Are you stupid?" That was all that came out of my mouth. I couldn't believe he'd go this far just for a joke. That's a lot of effort, he even added heavy breathing.
"No, I'm serious. There really is a zombie outside. I saw it… I really saw it. C-Covered in blood, its face was messed up, and there was blood dripping from its mouth—Argh!" I smacked him hard on the head because of the nonsense he was spouting.
Is he on drugs? Since when, and why? What he's saying is so damn stupid.
"You're just hungry. Come on, let's eat—you're losing your mind being stuck in here," I said as I pushed him toward the door. But the idiot refused to move. He pressed his back against the door like his life depended on it. He might as well grab some tape and tape himself there.
"Move," I kept tapping his arm, but he still shook his head.
"Listen to me. You can't go out. There really is a zombie. Even I couldn't believe what I saw. But believe me, t-there really is—" I shoved him hard, knocking him to the floor.