Yami No Matsuei Fan Fiction ❯ Orange Blossom ❯ Puzzle ( Chapter 40 )

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 Chapter Forty: Puzzle:

He couldn't understand her. Vivian's wasn’t Stella, but why does he care?

"Why are you here?" she asked in the kitchen. Mike shrugged at the table.

"Just here to check on you," he said. Vivian frowned, shaking his head.

"Right…" she muttered. Mike raised an eyebrow at her.

"What? It's true!"

Vivian turned around from the stove. "I mean, why me?"

"What do you mean?"

"Why are you so interested in me?"

"Well…"

"Is it because of my sister?"

Mike put up his hands, sheepishly. "Maybe."

Vivian groaned. "What is it with you?"

"You tell me."

Vivian rolled her eyes, sighing. "When are you leaving?"

Mike gave her an odd look. "Why? Don't you enjoy my company?"

"No."

"What?"

"In fact, you are kind of annoying."

He gave her a little shrug. "Fine."

The freshman girl narrowed her eyes at him. "Huh?"

"Look, I'm not leaving you."

She folded her arms across his chest. "Why, because of my sister?"

"That doesn't count."

"Then why?"

"Does there have to be a reason?"

"Yes!"

Mike sat back with a fresh cigarette in his hand. "I don't know. Not everything has to have a reason."

"Yes, it does!"

"Why?"

Vivian bit her lower lip as she tried to dig for the answer. "Well… because… because…"

"Because?"

Vivian tightly shut her eyes. "Shut up! I'm thinking!"

"Fine, take your time," he told her. She frowned as she put her hand to her forehead. The demon tried his best not to laugh at her, but too bad she caught it.

"What?" she asked.

"Don't frown," Mike said. "You look ugly like that." She narrowed her eyes at him.

"Jerk," she muttered. Mike shrugged his shoulders.

"Hey," he said. "It's how I am to pretty girls." Vivian rolled her eyes and walked out of the kitchen.

"This is so stupid," she muttered under her breath. Mike watched her, rather confused.

"Where are you going?" he asked.

"To my room!" she shouted. "You know where the door is!" Her door slid close down the hall. Mike snickered to himself. He doesn't get her, but he loves to toy with that girl.

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