Chapter 72 Clearing the Air (1/2)
Kyle just sat there, looking at them both and didn't say a word for a full minute. Then he gave a slight smirk, the right lip was slightly curled upwards a bit and revealed his dimple. Somehow, that image in front of them didn't quite fit. A cute dimple on a handsome face with eyes was oozing with coldness.
”I? Need you?” Kyle asked, raising his head a bit to look at them, ”Without you, I would know nothing?”
Kyle raised one finger, then shook it left and right, ”On the contrary my dear Mr. President. The same President who had the Student Coucil collect donations to give to a dummy organisation created by his own cousin.”
Hank's face went pale.
”Or how about the contract for the Fair last year was awarded to your family, Claude, even though it was overpriced by 50%? Such shabby sub-standard products, too.”
Now Claude's face went pale.
”And let's not forget the ..”
”ALRIGHT!” Hank said quickly, putting up his hands in front of him, ”What do you want?”
Kyle blinked rapidly at him and said innocently, ”Me? What do I want? Simple. I want nothing more than to get the police here to haul all your sorry ass to jail where you can rot and be the lovely toys of the lonely men in there.”
”But ...” Kyle sighed dramatically. ”Principal Godric doesn't agree. Being the stupidly soft-hearted person that he is, he actually believes it was all due to the bad influence of Ms. Dobbins and you were just misled and gullible.”
”So, to compromise, here I am,” Kyle said with his arms wide open, ”Oh, and Beatrice too, of course.”
”Did you really think I'm here for YOU to guide me?” Kyle smiled, ”With what you had done, and what I had scored on the special test, it was more than enough to have me replace you immediately. Ah, but that was not to be.”
Kyle sighed again, more dramatically than before, ”All of that lovely speech the Principal gave about you guiding me and all that was pure bullsh*t. That was simply a cover story to everyone, to save face. Your face, that is. Actually, we are here as your official replacements while both of you, ” Kyle said pointing to Claude and Hank, ”are to be our lackeys.”
”Us? Lackeys to you?!” shouted Claude, banging the table. Sure, Kyle is pretty scary and convincing right now, but what could this boy really do? They just needed to lay low for a while.
”Yes. Lackeys,” Kyle replied, hardly perturbed, ”Well, okay. I'll be nice. Assistants.”
”It's quite simple, really. Assistants or Entertainers,” Kyle continued.
The two guys looked at him in confusion. What? Kyle now wanted them to be idols?
Beatrice, who had kept quiet all this time and was standing just beside Kyle, rolled her eyes internally. How could those two actually be the Student Council top two members?
”Entertainers for the thugs in jail,” Beatrice said evenly, wondering why she even felt the urge to explain.
Claude and Hank took a few seconds to process that while Kyle grinned wider. He turned to look at her and frowned, ”Why are you still standing? Sit, sit!” he said, while pulling out the chair beside him. Beatrice looked at him and without another word, sat down with her back straight.
Kyle nonchantly placed his arm on the back of Beatrice's chair while leaning back.
”See, this is MY right-hand man ... er, woman. Er, no. Person.” Kyle said then turned to Beatrice, ”Sorry about that, but you know what I mean.”
He turned back to face Hank and Claude, ”Anyway, as I was saying, THIS is my trusted right-hand person. We are like Ceaser and Cleopatra! Oh, minus the relationship part ... like Queen Isabella and King Ferdinand! Eleanor and Franklin D. Roosevelt! Michelle and Barack Obama! Bonnie and Clyde!”
”Bonnie and Clyde were criminals, Kyle,” Beatrice argued.
”Oh yeah. Right. But they were still so cool, don't ya think?” Kyle asked with a wink. Beatrice's eye twitched and Kyle grinned.
”Get to the point, will you,” Claude said through gritted teeth.
”Ah, patience is a virtue, didn't ya know?” Kyle countered, not really bothered and grinned at them. ”Wasn't it clear enough?”