Hell University-Chapter 37 - 36: Thank you

Zein’s Point of View

A few days have passed since Matt confessed to me. Nothing really changed, we’re still what we used to be. There’s no awkwardness between us; in fact, we’ve gotten even closer. Our other friends already know what happened back then because, apparently, they were eavesdropping on us.

Seriously? What’s the point of privacy? Geez.

"Look who’s coming, baby," Jerome said in a sing-song tone.

I glanced behind me and saw Supremo walking toward us, his hands in his pockets, with... Angel.

I looked back at my friends. They were smirking like idiots. What the hell is wrong with them?

"Can I join you guys?" asked a voice that sounded almost angelic.

"Why not?"

I felt Supremo sit down beside me, and I could feel his gaze. It was so intense and enough for me to melt under it. I knew his brows were furrowed too. I also knew exactly what he was wondering: why I hadn’t acknowledged him.

I know you so well, Supremo.

"Sure!" Matt said to Angel, even pulling out a chair for her.

I looked at Supremo when he nudged me. His eyebrows were indeed drawn together, his lips slightly parted.

"What?" I asked him coldly.

He cleared his throat, then glanced at my plate filled with vegetables.

Here we go again.

"I’d love to bring you some Bermuda grass if you’d just tell me."

Oh man. He really is a dictator.

"What business is it of yours?" I snapped.

I lowered my head when I realized everyone was looking at me.

"Uh, Supremo? Zein is on a diet," Jerome said with a laugh. "She only eats vegetables all the time. I don’t even know if she’s getting enough nutrients. You should talk to her."

I raised an eyebrow at Jerome.

"I’ll take care of this one," Vanessa said before dragging Jerome out of the cafeteria.

I winced when I glanced at Supremo, who had gone completely serious. He’s honestly terrifying when he’s like that. I could tell he was holding himself back from yelling at me, and for a moment, I almost wanted to praise Jerome for what he’d said. The nerve of that guy.

"We have to go," Mia and Dave said as well, their hands clasped together.

UGH!

"Uh, Angel? Do you want to hang out for a bit?" Matt asked her.

"There’s nowhere to hang out here," I said.

"There is. The park," Matt replied.

"That doesn’t count as hanging out, so it’s better if you just stay here," I suggested, mostly because I didn’t want to be left alone with Supremo. I felt like he might actually eat me alive.

Okay?

"Ah, sure!" Angel agreed with a smile. Matt took Angel’s bag and carried it for her.

Why doesn’t he do that for me? Why does he do it for Angel? Friendship over!

"Matt!" I yelled, but he didn’t even look back.

I was about to stand up when Supremo spoke.

"Are you going to sit down, or do I have to tie you to me?" he asked.

I actually paused to think about my options, and for a second I almost wanted to answer, Tie me to you, Supremo.

Instead, I just sat back down.

"Look at me," he ordered coldly.

My throat went dry as I turned to face him. It felt like disobeying him would be some kind of sin, and I really didn’t want to be a sinner.

I met his intense stare.

"You’re too skinny," he said, making my jaw drop.

"Fuck you."

"Zein Shion," he said in a threatening tone.

"I am sexy!" I protested. I didn’t even know what Supremo’s standards were for being sexy or not, and yet here he was calling me skinny.

What does he want, a giant?

"The real sexy one is Angel."

My jaw dropped at what he said. I slammed my fork onto the table and pointed it at him.

"Take that back!" I snapped.

Seriously! There’s no way I’d accept Angel being sexy to him. Duh! My body is internationally approved. Supremo must be blind.

"Why would I?" he said with a laugh. "Angel is sexy because she eats fatty food," he added, grinning.

I slammed the fork down again and called for a waiter.

"May I know your ord-"

"Bring me every dish with pork, chicken, beef, carabao, goat, dog-pu-elephant!" I snapped in irritation.

The waiter’s jaw literally dropped at what I said.

"Move!" I shouted, and he quickly scurried away.

"Hahahahaha."

I puffed my cheeks in annoyance, glaring at Supremo, who was practically dying of laughter.

"Watch me," I said, even pointing from my eyes to his.

A few moments later, all the food I ordered was served, and I nearly backed away at the sheer amount of it.

"I’ll watch you, Zein," Supremo said with a grin, his arm resting on the table, his head propped lazily on it.

I swallowed hard, and almost threw up after just one bite.

"I’m done!" I gave up. I’d already eaten a lot, and Supremo’s stare was starting to make me uneasy.

I flashed him a grin and rubbed my full stomach. "Fatty food really is delicious," I bragged.

"Damn. So adorable," Supremo muttered, smiling at me.

"Am I sexy now?" I asked.

"I’ll tell you later. I’m going to eat first," he said, taking the spoon I had used and eating with it.

I winced. "There are plenty of spoons," I said shyly.

"There are," he replied innocently while chewing, "but this is the one you used."

Then he added, "And... it tastes better when I use the same spoon you did."

"Ha. Ha. Ha." I pretended to scoff at what he said, even though I was internally losing my mind.

"Do you believe in indirect kisses?" he suddenly asked.

"I don’t."

"K."

I just watched him devour the food. He was clearly enjoying all the greasy dishes.

"Too much grease is bad for you," I reminded him.

He only nodded and didn’t even look at me. Annoyed, I smacked his head lightly with my plate.

"Ow," he said, rubbing his head with his eyes closed.

Huh?! Why is he acting cute? Hmph!

"That hurts!" he complained.

"Too much greasy food is bad for you. You might end up with heart problems," I warned him.

You hurt my heart more than greasy food ever could. Just seeing you makes me want to run right into you. Look!" He took my hand and placed it on his chest, where his heartbeat was pounding.

"See," he said, grinning.

I secretly smiled. Doesn’t he realize how ridiculously flirty this is? So innocent-looking too.

"Maybe you want to remove your hand," he teased.

I went pale when I realized he’d let go of my hand, but I still hadn’t moved it from his chest, so I quickly pulled it away myself.

"I told you. You can look at my body, but I never said you could touch it."

Eh! Fuck you!

"You were the one who made me touch it!"

"Tsk. Let’s just go!"

I stood up and waited for him to grab my bag and carry it like Matt did for Angel.

"What are you waiting for?" Supremo asked, already standing by the cafeteria exit.

Annoyed, I grabbed my bag and followed him. Doesn’t he know any gentleman moves? At least Matt carried Angel’s bag!

Tch.

"What’s with that face?" Supremo asked, frowning at me.

"A beautiful face," I said teasingly, and headed off before he could say anything else.

He followed me, laughing. "You’re really bipolar," he said.

"Thank you." 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

"That’s not a compliment."

"Thank you."

"Huh?! What are you even talking about?!"

"Thank you!"

He grabbed my hand, stopping me in my tracks, and turned me to face him. His brow was furrowed.

Aha! He’s irritated!

"Thank you," I said again. His grip on my hand tightened, and I couldn’t help but smile secretly.

Hahaha.

"I don’t understand. Why do you keep-"

"Thank you."

"Damn it!"

"Thank you."

"Zein Shion!"

"Thank you."

"You’re sexy."

"Tha-Huh?"

"Nothing." He started walking ahead, so I hurried to catch up.

I knew he’d said something, I heard it clearly, but I wanted him to repeat it.

"What did you say?"

"Thank you."

I stomped my foot in frustration, annoyed that he was copying my teasing style.

"Ugh! Supremo!"

"Thank you!"

"What was it?!!"

I was about to turn away when he suddenly pulled me close, trapping me in his broad arms.

"You don’t need to be sexy. If I have to make you gain weight or look ugly so no one else dares to look at you, I will. Damn it, Zein. You’re driving me crazy. And I must say... thank you."