Kidnapped

CHAPTER TWELVE

-ARES SEIDON >

I stand with my basketball teammates, discussing the next game. "Yo, here comes the Italian/Puerto Rican chick." Rico says, looking over my shoulder.

The entire group follows his gaze, and sure enough there she was. I'm sure I'm hallucinating because, that can't be the Don.

It isn't physically possible.

"Wait, is that her dad?" Marco asks, his eyes squinted. Never thought I'd see him here of all places in this world. He's filling in the parent roll well.

Good for him.

Marco scoffs. "He's stealing our attention seekers!" Every girl that hovered around us was staring at him down like prey. I'm pretty sure he already knows that. Man's ego probably rose to infinity and beyond. Knowing him, and his untrustworthy neutral expression.

My eyebrows shot up as soon as I saw him peppering her face with kisses.

Forehead.

Eyes.

Cheeks and nose.

What am I witnessing?

He leaves after that and she walks in, clearly annoyed with the stares. She meets my gaze and instantly distaste paints her soft features.

She's not the first girl to feel disdain towards me. Not the first to hate me either but when she does, I'm slightly amused.

"Look who just walked in here cosplaying an oversized penguin. We already have a school mascot, love." I taunt, observing her stiff figure. Her lips were hidden by the thick cotton scarf, but her eyebrows were lowered and her eyes set in a glare. "You think you're funny? Ha ha, laugh it off, Greek God. Don't forget who you work for." The tiny human shot sarcasm back at me, her ears tinted crimson betraying her nonchalant demeanor.

She's humiliated.

That probably was her first parental embarrassing moment. This whole thing is ridiculous. He just picks up a syray kid off the streets and claims her as his daughter? And they didn't have an ideal a father-daughter reunion either.

What's odd is that they're making it work. Somehow.

I crack a smile. Before I speak, she's already quick to explain herself.

"This is not my doing, it's my father." She flails her arm in the Don's direction.

Rico joins us, throwing his arm around my shoulder smirking at her. "Hey there beautiful." He greets with a boyish smile. "Since that's how your father treats you, I'm sure you know your worth. That said, your dad will love me 'cause I'll treat you like he does but better."

Without a beat, I hear a scoff. "Get bent." She spits before walking past our group and waddling down the hallway. Ignoring the attempts of girls who try to start conversation with her.

She's a strange girl.

"Homicide. You okay, man?" Marco asks, patting Rico's back, who leaned his head against the wall. "She said 'get bent'. What does that even mean? Is that some southern term? Someone open google."

I shake my head. "Enough. Come on, class starts soon." Dante adjusts his glasses while Marco pulls Rico off the wall and we start our walk to class. Girls start their endless squeels of excitement.

Personally, these acts never boosted my ego, nor made my arrogance grow. Though my spite did.

A girl steps in front of me. "H-hi Ares. I made this for you." She thrusts a package of cookies infront of my face. "I wanted to confess my—"