Chapter 2: Defeat
"Traven Malik? Who are you talking about? I am more concerned with you being rude enough to meddle with my stuff. I am appal--"
Traven couldn't finish his lie fast enough, as the small butler rushed inside the room with a broom in hand as a weapon.
"What's the matter, young miss?!"
"Hold him down!" Laila ordered, pointing at Traven with such intensity that her fingers were trembling.
"This is a mistake!" Traven muttered as he held his arms up. But such an action didn't stop the small butler from tackling him like a charging bull.
Traven could only accept his fate and face the charging small butler head on, but despite the small stature of the butler, somehow Traven was the one that went flying onto the wall. Before Traven could even comprehend what had happened, the small butler was on top of him.
"Get off of me!" Traven struggled, however, it was to no avail. He was incapacitated, and slowly Laila stomped towards him with a damp towel. "Stop! This is assault! This is harassment!"
With no more delays, Laila smushed the damp towel on his face. When Traven put makeup on her he was gentle, but she wiped the makeup off as if she was cleaning a stain that won't come off.
"No!" Traven's cries for mercy were useless against such a vicious beast. Eventually, his true features started to come to light, and Laila's frown went grave.
"You, pervert! I can't believe it!" she screamed with tears threatening to come out of her eyes. "I let you in my room! You saw everything!"
"What the hell, woman! I paid attention to nothing but the job!" Traven said, but he quickly paused as he realized what he had just said.
His job was to apply makeup on her. In simpler terms, he was completely focused on her face. It seems even Laila had thought this as a red tinge slowly crept up her face.
"You'll pay for this! You bastard!" Laila yanked Traven by the hair and stared him down.
"What!? I didn't even do anything wrong, I just did my job! It's you who instead of paying me, order you're butler to hold me down and harass me!" Traven tried to stand up to himself and retort back with a strong tone but it proved to be a difficult task especially when held down by a small butler.
"Just let me go and I promise we'll both forget about this encounter forever!" Traven bargained,
"Let you go? After what you did to me?"
"What did I do to you?!
"What did he do to you, young miss?" The butler butted in,
"You desecrated my room, and especially my face!"
"Nonsense! I made you beautiful!"
"Are you telling me that I wasn't beautiful before?!"
Traven kept silent. There was no reasoning with this woman. The only thing left to do was to get out of here by force. Furiously he wiggled like a worm under the small butler.
"Stop moving! I'm trying to think here!" Laila said, then her eyes narrowed as if she was cooking up a devious scheme. She glanced at her beautiful reflection in the mirror, then turned to look at the pitiful Traven squirming on the floor. Her lips slowly curved upward.
"You work for me now." She pointed at Traven with a smirk. "The famed Dazzle, just a creepy high schoolboy. What do you think will happen to you if 'somehow' rumors spread?"
"Is this how you repay me for doing your makeup!?"
"Stop whining! You either say yes or no, but don't blame me if you make the wrong choice!" She whined,
Traven was helpless on the floor with his whole body under pressure. Laila was looking down on him and the butler was simply holding Traven down as if he was as light as paper.
'Fuck this shit!' Traven cursed within his heart.
If he refused her offer, he would lose Dazzle, more specifically the money from Dazzle. Who would hire him anymore? Letting a teen labeled as a creep mess with your face? Heck, even those that he had worked with before might riot!
He sighed to calm himself down. There was nothing else he could do. He eyed Laila with a glare that could penetrate ice as he nodded. It wasn't such a bad decision, to work for rich missy over here, it just hurt his pride.
"You agreed! From now on you don't take any clients unless I agree, you answer my summons every time, you make sure I look the prettiest I can be at all times." Laila waved her finger condescendingly at Traven's face. "Don't worry about money, just my pocket money could make you rich. I'll pay your poor ass."
Traven still had a glare on his face but he had to admit, money was tempting.
"Alright, alright! Now get this butler off of me!" Traven hollered as his back was starting to hurt from laying on the cold floor.
"Alfie, kick him out." Laila said as she started wiping Traven's masterpiece, the makeup on her face. Alfie, the small butler yanked Traven towards the door, however, Traven still struggled.
"Wait! You haven't paid me yet!" Traven shouted as he held on to the doorway. "I didn't even get to pack my stuff!"
"Shut up! I'll take care of it!" she said as she stepped on his notebooks.
The sight of her desecrating his stuff was the last thing he saw as Alfie started carrying him away with outrageous strength.
'Where is this strength coming from!? This monster in a short body!'
Traven thought as he struggled against Alfie, however, he could do nothing as he was carried through the humongous mansion and out into the gorgeous courtyard. Alfie huffed and threw him on the pavement, hit butt landed with a hard thud.
"Ow!"
"I apologize, I should have been gentler as you are now my colleague after all," Alfie muttered as he fixed the collar of his tailcoat suit. "we are both serving the same master now."
"What fuck no!" Traven howled as Alfie shut the door with a thin smile. Traven mumbled several curse words while he stood up. He patted his black clothing that was dusty from the dirt on the pavement.
He gave one last long glare at the Brown household before walking home in defeat. The sun had already set now, and he was walking along the busy streets of the night. He reached his household, the gym, with the words 'Fitness Central' on a sign atop the entrance. It was supposed to be a neon sign but only the Letter F was lit, and even that was flickering. Barely luminescent anymore.
He opened it, and the only sound that could be heard was the door as it shut itself again. It was accompanied by his footsteps when he started dragging his feet towards his room. He could only sigh in annoyance as a big man of fat and muscle stood on his path.
"What is it, dad?" He said, if one listened closely they would be able to hear the venom hidden in his tone.
"Where have you been?" His father's gruff voice answered. He had a frown on his face that was showing signs of age. Ever since Traven's mom died, he seemed to age with every passing day. Wrinkled, white hair, and various pains in his body. He wasn't as fit as he was before.
"With friends."
"Don't lie to me. You don't have friends except for Abby." Father scowled, "I asked her where you were and Abby said you went somewhere. You're always going home late now, I don't want to assume anything bad of my son, but I feel like you're hiding something from me."
"I'm okay," Traven said as he passed by his father, "I'm just tired. Let me sleep."
He closed the door on his father and changed before taking a shower. Once he got himself cleaned up he jumped straight into bed not bothering to eat dinner.
The next day quickly came, and Traven came to school with no bag. He stood by the gate where the guard was checking each student's bag for anything inappropriate. He couldn't just enter with no bag, it was ridiculous.
'If that crazy girl doesn't my stuff, I swear! I'll....'
Traven sighed, he couldn't do anything at all.
"Where's you're bag, dude? You came here to seep or what?" Jayden joked which led the surrounding students to laugh along at him.
Traven clenched his teeth and lowered his head. He slowed his pace as he considered whether he should even go to school today. As he was thinking Abby jogged by his side.
"What's wrong, Traven? You forgot your bag? I can lend you a pen and a notebook." Abby offered. She was already searching her bag for the things to lend when Traven stopped her.
"Abby, stop. It's okay, I'll just rush back home and get it." Traven let go of her hand and smiled reassuringly. It was truth that he was going home but he wasn't going back. He didn't feel like facing the challenge which was school today.
He was already starting to jog away when a loud annoying voice called him from afar.
"Traven! Where are you going!?" Laila screamed from the school gates. This action of hers had every student with functioning ears look at the scene that was unfolding before them.
Traven stopped, and slowly twisted his neck to look back. Laila was standing there, with his bag clutched within her hands. Motioning him to come over.
'What the fuck is she thinking?!'
Traven walked awkwardly, smiling at Abby wryly as he passed her, and straight to get his bag from Laila's clutches.
"Uhh...Thanks." Traven coughed out the words,
"But you didn't have to make a scene like that." He whispered into her ear.
"I'll do what I want," she replied as she crossed her arms, like an unsatisfied girlfriend.
Such a sight shocked the others in the vicinity.
"What the fuck?"
"Are my eyes working properly?"
"Are they dating? Like oh my gosh!"
Various violent reactions plagued the school entrance. Some even wondered whether Laila was hypnotized while some simply wished they could exchange places with Traven. There were a few notable reactions, one of which was Jayden who had his mouth gaping wide in shock. Another was Abby, she had the same shocked expression as Jayden, but she carried a certain sadness in her eyes.
Regardless of the reactions, Traven and Laila started walking side by side towards their classroom. From afar it seems as if they were whispering each other sweet words, but if they came closer they would hear them fighting like a married couple.
"Look at what you did! People are all looking at us now!" Traven whispered,
"They better get used to it because from now on you will always be by my side. It's only natural for you to do that as my servant!" she replied,
Traven could only force a smile as Laila entered the classroom. She slumped in her seat and looked at her seatmate,
"Do you mind?" Laila smiled sweetly, "From now on this seat belongs to him."
Traven didn't know whether he should laugh or cry at the sight of Laila's seatmate moving to another seat but not before shooting him a vicious glare.
Traven turned to look at Laila who was flashing him a smirk.
'This girl is going to be the death of me.' he thought as he heaved a sigh.
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