🌹🖤THE PICKPOCKET TOMBOY 🖤🌹
[She’s Sassy…]
THEME: The Grand Hottie’s Kissmate
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CHAPTER 11&12
At first, the whole room was silent, only the harsh breaths coming from Alex. Her anger too.
Her boiling anger could boil Mr Woods. It’s loud and fierce.
Eric’s eyes stayed on Mr Woods like Alex doesn’t matter. Of course, she doesn’t. In fact, breathing the same air with her makes him sick.
He slammed his glass with his fingers and that made Mr Woods jerk.
“Is this some prank? Alex is a new student and we found her worthy, that was why we picked her. She’s intelligent and a good mathematician, we tested her and we can affirm to that”he explained.
“You’re wasting my time, old man,”Eric glanced at his wrist watch.
“Eric Grande!”Rhapsody walked forward. “Alex is my childhood best friend and I won’t watch you bash her with your cruelty. Stop whatever shit you’re doing and leave Echo alone!”she yelled.
Eric only smiled when he saw Alex’s slicing glare on him. He looked away— not because he hates the glare, but because her face sucks.
He just knows that she’s glaring.
Alex in turn hasn’t turned mad because she’s holding herself. She’s just planning in her head.
Sometimes, you don’t attack the enemies first. You let them.
“She’s caused havoc already, it’s her first day and yet, everyone’s talking about her. Stars High deserves peace, she should füç? off already”Mirabelle scoffed.
“Now you shut up!”Rhapsody turned to her and slapped her hard on the cheek.
She gasped and palmed her cheek, then she retaliated. Rhapsody didn’t funk, instead she caught her wrist and pushed her away.
Mirabelle yelped, landing her back on the wall.
“Fine,”Alex finally said.
She walked two steps closer to Eric.
He frowned, giving her the stare of ‘don’t even try to touch me’
“What can I do for you to change your damn mind?” she asked.
At first, his reaction was bland but then, he became interested.
His eyes went to Mira and he smirked the more.
“On Friday, Mirabelle and her gang are presenting their spirit-killing dance. You’ll challenge them”he looked back at Alex.
“Now you’re drunk, that ass-bitch and her friends are mad dancers. They’ve won awards, tour states and countries, they’re among the best dancers in the USA and you want Echo to challenge them? Why Eric? füç?ing why!”Rhapsody glared.
Mirabelle rolled her eyes, folding her arms.
“Are you her spokesman?”Eric said, she paced, dragging her palms down her face.
Woods stared like a cat got his tongue, Mirabelle too.
“Rhapo, calm. Dance he wants, dance he’ll get”Alex smirked at Eric.
He could see through that fake curl of her lips, but he’s ready for the worse because what she doesn’t know is that as long as she’s in Stars High and in New York, she’s under him.
He’s her boss.
“Good. You’re free to continue being a temporary student. If you’re found worthy on that day, you’ll be a full student. But if you’re not, you get kicked out”Eric said and stood up, he looked at Mr Woods who nodded, cut off words.
“Suspend the cancellation for now” he said and walked out. Mr Woods sighed and looked at Alex.
“I’m sorry Alex, I really didn’t have any words to say. Although Mirabelle’s father owns the school, Eric still has authority here because his father was one of the founders of the school with Mirabelle’s grandfather. Omar Stone just became the new owner years ago after the real founder— his father, died”he explained.
Rhapsody held Alex by the shoulder, she wasn’t even looking like a loser.
Her appearance screamed confidence.
“Enough!” Mirabelle screamed.
“I’m glad Ricky-hottie brought the deal up, at least my belles and I will have to humiliate you worse than you did to us, before kicking your poor ass out of my school”she chuckled and walked out, her sneakers intentionally tapping strongly against the marble tiles.
Alex rolled her eyes and looked at Rhapsody.
“Eric is crazy, I know. But now, he’s brain sick. I’ll just give him time to clean himself and I’ll talk some sense into him, alright? You’re not leaving me” Rhapsody said.
“Who said I am? C’mon Rhapo, you’re the first reason I worked so hard to be a student. Second, I wanna graduate from the best school. I’ll dance against those church bells, and I’ll win”Alex smiled confidently.
“Now that’s the word of a cocksure bitch!”Rhapsody shook hands with her.
“I swear I’ll get back at Eric Grande. He’s on one point, let’s see how he graduates to point two”Alex muttered.
•Garage~Derek’s Car•
Derek watched Eric as he got in and fixed his seat belt.
“Where’s Rhapsody?” He asked.
“With her best friend,” Eric replied.
“I sense jealousy in that tone,”Derek teased.
Eric shrugged, “your problem” he said.
“You’re in my car because Isabelle touched yours? You’re such an insane man” Derek chuckled.
“Rhapsody already told me, she’ll be doing a little ‘New York tour’ with Alex… I’m loving that bitch’s vibes”he smiled to himself, Eric’s pupils creased.
“Don’t call that annoying name, I’m sick of it,”he said.
“Dude, that’s exactly what I’m saying! Rhapsody sent a voicemail to me about you. You almost cancelled Alex’s name from the list of admitted students? And when you thought you were being nice, you gave her a chance of either winning a dance challenge with Belles or she leaves!”
“We both know it’s not possible for her to win, Alex…”
“Don’t füç?ing call her name!”Eric yelled.
“I see no reason for you hating her that much,” Derek sighed, rubbing his forehead.
“She shouldn’t have touched me with her dirty lips, she wouldn’t have bashed my forehead with hers then I might not ‘much-hate’ her” Eric replied.
“That’s a cliche offence. I know why you’re being this way” Derek looked at him, the solemnity in his face and voice so clear.
Eric didn’t reply, he just inserted his Airpods in his ears.
“Because her sassiness reminds you of Erica. You’re hating Alex to get your mind off Erica”Derek said.
“Screw you, don’t compare a lowly bitch to my sister!” Eric shouted angrily, he opened the door and got out of the car, slamming it shut.
“What if she beats Belles’ hands down?”Derek yelled, tilting his head downwards to see Eric through the windshield.
“Then I’ll find another way to kick her out” Eric mumbled and disappeared out of Derek’s sight.
“Mood swings, he’ll come along” Derek muttered to himself and pressed his thumb on a scanner, the car started.
“I’m going home, Grande R” he muttered.
“Home destination set” The robot said and the slow drive started, Derek fetched out a cigarette pack from his pocket and lit one before smoking.
He loves driving but now, he doesn’t want to. Thank God Eric customized a robot in this particular car— since Derek doesn’t like robotic stuff, Eric only planted a machine in this car, Derek has no other robot inspired car.
While Derek smokes and fúck girlies a lot, Eric drums, drink champagnes and keeps himself clean. Rhapsody low-key causes disasters.
•Evening~ A Gambling House•
Roars of laughter and foul play castrated tranquility.
Alex’s eyes widened in amazement as she entered with Rhapsody.
Apart from Cash, she loves liveliness and THIS PLACE is an explicit definition of that.
“Dude, this is crazy!” she looked at Rhapsody.
“I know right?” Rhapsody laughed.
They both saw a man who just won all the money he got from gambling, the man screamed in happiness, hiding the money in his díçk.
“Eww,” the girls chorused.
Another spot, a man just stuck insane bundles of dollars in his pockets.
A pickpocket didn’t give the man a slight chance, immediately the money settled in his pocket, it was removed ASAP.
How did it happen? Don’t ask.
“Whoa!” Rhapsody screamed. She looked by her side and blinked, Alex already disappeared.
“Echo?” she muttered in shock.
Alex had gone into the crowd, mixing herself with them.
Her sneaking prowess, so good.
She got to the pickpocket guy who stole from the man, she stood exactly beside him, observing.
She didn’t spend a minute before sneaking back to Rhapsody with the money hidden in her hoodie.
“Bitch. How did you do that? I swear, I don’t know that technique” Rhapsody said.
“Not teaching you. I’ve learnt more over the years” She replied and winked, they started walking to a young group of gamblers.
Alex would have told Rhapsody she’s the Sharmer King everyone talks about, but for a reason, she didn’t. Rhapsody’s gonna push her into telling the world and she doesn’t want that.
She doesn’t want Eric to know since he’s a jerk, he should go on living a happy life with the truth of the Sharmer King buried.
Alex would have at least shown Rhapsody her neck— the tattoo she drew last year on the left side of the neck.
After all, Eric didn’t disclose what the Sharmer King has to attract liars, but she changed her mind.
If Rhapsody knows, she may unintentionally spill something about it to Eric’s hearing.
So the two remain secret— Sharmer King and the Tattoo.
“Sorry Rhapo, keeping this secret from you. you’ll know soon” she muttered.
Luckily, Rhapsody didn’t hear her, she was so bent on gambling.
No, not gambling…. stealing… for fun.
“We wanna gamble”Alex slammed her palms on their table, all countless eyes diverted to her direction.
“Kids? Who let them here?” One rude looking guy spoke up.
Alex scoffed at that. His feature tells her he’s proud, so right there, she developed gigantic hatred for him.
“You both missed your way?” Another laughed.
“Shake me,” Rhapsody told him. He’s flaunting money with his left hand.
“What?” he frowned.
“Just do it, man,” she pressed.
Unsure, he shook her hand with his free hand— the right hand, and she smiled.
That smile was a camouflage because she drew that arm, sending an electric circuit to him. He lost his senses that minute.
“damn!” he supported that lifeless arm with his working one.
Wait, where’s the money in that working hand?
He forgot the pain and looked at his left hand. No money.
Alex walked past him from behind, slapping dollar notes on her palm, she’s smiling.
Rhapsody folded her arms, looking at her with a proud smile tugging at a corner of her lips.
“How about I drop this cash, will you let us play?” Alex slammed the money on the table.
The guys sat speechless, staring at the two crazy girls one after the other, especially the one who took the money— Alex.
She did it discreetly and no one noticed when she took it.
“That’s my bunk, give it”the guy yelled.
“Yon doin’ no shit” Alex replied.
The guy almost charged at her when he was punched. He fell on the table, groaning hard.
Rhapsody folded her arms back below her breasts like she wasn’t the one who punched him.
“Hey” the other guys yelled.
A few brought out their pistols.
“Try again, losers” Rhapsody brought out a card. That was enough to shut them up.
Her identity card— Rhapsody Morozov, The daughter of the Mafia Bratva Lord, Volga Morozov.
That shows this gamble house is her father’s, a branch in New York.
“Damn, why won’t I love this girl?” Alex grinned, feeling proud to have a rich and badass friend.
Not only that, they’re four body guards already behind her. No one knows how they got there.
Rhapsody stuck her hair behind her ears with her hands and smiled at the young men who were already sitting back down. The punched guy included.
“Now will you let us play nicely with you? We’ll win no doubt, “she said.
Hesitant nods were the reply.
“Hit it, girlie”Alex shuffled the card.
•Outside•
“Tonight was cray cray!”Alex joined Rhapsody at the front seat of the car. While Rhapsody was in the passenger’s seat, Alex took over the driver’s seat.
“You’re crazy”Rhapsody stared at her in admiration.
“Nah, don’t crush on me”she teased, Rhapsody scoffed.
“Bruh, when you ah guh learn that you ain’t my type?”Rhapsody continued.
“When I see you with your bitch”Alex winked.
“I on do no love, not yet”Rhapsody scoffed.
Alex chuckled.
“What if you find a pretty cutie? Like Cathy?”she teased.
“Echo!”Rhapsody groaned, she laughed.
“Just stating the fact”she shrugged and started the car.
“Apart from the night you kissed Eric, have you met him before?”Rhapsody asked.
“No”Alex lied immediately.
“How then did he recognize you so fast as the one who kissed him? Maybe your quality and Derek’s handiwork” Rhapsody shrugged, Alex looked at her, perplexed.
“Beats me, I don’t understand,”she said.
“I haven’t told you? Echo, keep this as a secret”Rhapsody said, she nodded, feeling guilty already.
Rhapo is about to tell her a secret, and she’s hiding one from her.
“Eric is…”Rhapsody started.
•Grande’s Villa•
Eric’s robot inspired car drove smoothly along the narrow driveway.
The house staff are already in line by the left and right side of the driveway, ready to give him a grand welcome.
The car parked along the way and the door was opened automatically, Eric got out, walking leisurely.
He’s in something simple, yet hot.
A crisp white shirt tucked into black jeans, with chelsea boots and leather wrist watch around his left wrist.
His chair is brown now, as usual wet— simple but rich.
“Welcome home, Young CEO”
“Glad to have you”
Almost all the females among the workers tried flirting with him. Some even jumped, gamboling their breasts, in pretence of being happy— they wanted his attention.
Eric didn’t look at them, his cold eyes focused on his direction.
A young lady with a c-cup sized boobs intentionally coughed, Eric looked her way and the first thing he found were those round, standing boobs.
The lady stuck a few strands of her hair behind her ear, smiling.
Eric stared at the boobs, studying it for a full minute. Then he scoffed and continued walking.
The embarrassed girl burst into tears.
“Sowie,”another female staff member said mockingly.
“Eric”Joanne, his dad’s PA walked to him, smiling.
“Hey, the fifty teenagers, are they still around?”he asked.
“Sure, they’ve been waiting since five”Joanne said.
Eric glanced at his wristwatch, it’s 11pm.
He intentionally felt like coming home late… because he knows those fifty teenagers claiming to be Sharmer King are fake.
The real Sharmer King wouldn’t come here willingly, he left Eric the day he saved him… when the cops were around, so why’d he appear so suddenly?
He just has to be found.
Eric nodded at Joanne and they both walked in.
•Alex’s Home•
“See ya later, Chris”Rhapsody pecked Christy on both sides of her cheeks and left.
“Bye, Rhap!”Christy waved, she watched Rhapsody get in her car, honked and drove off.
Christy smiled and shut the door, then she turned to Alex.
Alex is on the couch, eating lasagna with milk. As usual, a red rose is in her hair.
“Smiling?”Christy asked.
“I am not”Alex talked with a mouthful.
“Rhapsody is back, you two haven’t even spent up to a day and your craziness has gotten to level one thousand”Christy said.
“Momma, you’ve already talked to Rhapo about that, and I heard, so there’s no need hearing your advice again”Alex said and swallowed, drinking from her glass of milk.
“You both really need to stop going out at night. It’s dangerous”Christy said.
“Don’t worry, your girl’s a fighter. Remember I once attended a fighting school? I mastered all the skills, that’s why I’m unstoppable”Alex said and picked her plate, walking to the kitchen.
Christy rolled her eyes.
•Alex’s Bedroom•
Alex walked to her drawer and pulled it out, she brought out Eric’s phone and looked at it immensely.
She’d try everything to unlock the phone, she’d even met trusted cyber techs to help her.
Seems Grande’s technology is one of a kind. They’re really the best.
She scoffed and tossed the phone away, getting hers.
She went to the school info blog and started reading.
“As expected,”she muttered.
*The current news of the dance battle between Alex and Belles.
*Alex’s bravery and dauntlessness.
Praise and hate speech about her. She doesn’t give the slightest füç? tho.
What she wants now is to beat those bitches on Friday. She must stay in Stars High.
Then she’ll show Eric.
Alex turned on her MP, playing one of Cardi B’s songs. She loves Cardi.
She started the bad girl rocking style, killing it.
•Back To Grande’s Villa•
•A Drawing Room•
Eric looks more than bored as he stares at the forty-ninth teenager.
He’s not the one checking them out though, a man is.
Thomas sat beside his son, keeping that eager look, but every time the checker shakes his head in the negative, he sighs.
According to Eric, The Sharmer King has something on the left side of his neck.
And nothing has been found on anyone’s neck, till now.
The boy was sent out and the last one entered.
The man checked his neck and looked at Eric.
“Young CEO, he’s got a blemish on his neck, a mole”he said, Thomas stood up.
“Arrest all fifty of them, argue or cover anyone and get jailed too”Eric said and stood up, walking away.
“Jeez!”the boy panicked.
He did what seemed best, taking to his heels.
But where does he know here? He ended up bumping into a robot machine, thinking it was a door. He gasped and fainted.
“All fifty are fake? Why are they all claiming to be who they’re not?”the man muttered.
“For money,”Thomas sighed.
“Do as Eric said, call the cops on them for impersonation. They should just receive severe warning on their acts, no harm should be made”he said and followed the route Eric took.
“Yes sir”the man bowed slightly, he looked at the poor boy on the floor and sighed.
“You’re grateful CEO was here, Eric would have made y’all spend years in prison at your young age”he said.
•A Room•
Eric was already hiding in the set of drums, slamming the expensive sticks on the drumheads.
“Eric”Thomas walked in.
Eric didn’t look at him, not until he was satisfied with drumming.
He stood up and walked to the replicator on the wall.
“Dom Pérignon”he said, the bottle rolled out and he caught it, walking to his father who’s already seated on a couch, he sat beside him.
“We still haven’t found Sharmer King, that doesn’t mean we won’t. What we need now is enough proof”Thomas started.
“What proof do you still need if not the qualities I’ve given? You saw what happened out there, dad. Fifty fúcking teenagers claimed to be him! For what? Money. Bet they haven’t seen a bill note before and they think coming here will change their low lives forever. Well it has, happy forever jail term to them”Eric scoffed.
“Eric, they won’t be jailed. What they need now is some scolding. And you, what I need from you is the truth. Tell me what Sharmer King has and we’ll discreetly and secretly search. We’ll search every town and city in the USA. Since we do not have what you know, we can’t possibly fetch him”Thomas pressed.
Eric looked at him and looked away.
“He has a tattoo, a rose tattoo,”he said. He didn’t say further, how the tattoo is drawn, the type of rose and color. He didn’t say all of that.
“On the left side of his neck?”Thomas asked, a nod was the reply.
Thomas nodded.
“At least finding someone with a rose tattoo would be much easier now. Tell the cops too, but the gossip remains a secret”Eric said.
“Eric..”
“There are too many fake guys are out there”Eric snapped, “they’re willing to draw tattoos to claim themselves worthy and I won’t know if they’re real or fake cause I don’t remember the Sharmer King’s face. I have prosopagnosia, it means faces don’t stay with me. I recognize people by their voices, the way they walk, their posture their hairstyles. Change any of that, I get confused. The rose is the only thing that will make me recognize the Sharmer King and I can’t expose that, okay? If everyone starts tattooing on their necks, then I won’t know my real savior. Don’t expose this secret to the crowd. And I won’t tell you more because I don’t trust your intelligence, dad”he said
“Fine, it’s fine. We’ll continue the investigation with or without the police”Thomas said and stood up, he walked out.
Eric closed his eyes, relaxing his head on the chair’s headrest.
He could remember that day, how Jafar and others were around him, how they moved, talked and acted.
But their faces? Nothing.
Not just them— everyone including his dad. He only knows people by heights, by habits, by personalities. That’s his IQ.
He tried to force an image of the Sharmer King’s face—but instead, a familiar silhouette surfaced.
The tomboy.
“Damn it,” Eric muttered, dragging a hand down his face.
If he didn’t have face Agnosia, it’d have been different.
“If only I didn’t have face blindness.”
TBC…
