Chapter 148: Nerf War
Chapter 148: Nerf War
Vivian’s POV"My plan was better. You have to be the dumbest Beta I’ve ever had the misfortune of knowing," I muttered under my breath, my arms tightly crossed as I stared at Algebra in total disbelief.
"This is perfect," he insisted, standing tall with far too much confidence for someone who clearly didn’t think things through.
Apparently, his grand idea of fixing the destruction involved stepping outside something I still couldn’t do without my heightened senses going completely haywire. The exact moment he opened the front door, I was hit with a brutal overload of blinding light, intense smells, and overwhelming sounds that made my vision blur and my skin crawl. I lasted four minutes. That was it. Four agonizing minutes of sensory overload before I fled right back inside.
Algebra, on the other hand, possessed zero shame. He casually dragged a massive rock from outside and dumped it directly over the dent in the hardwood floor, looking just like a caveman trying to hide evidence. Then, with all the brilliant insight of a complete genius, he strolled into Zaliver’s private study, grabbed a blank piece of printer paper, and taped it over the cracks in the wall. Taped. A. Single. Piece. Of. Paper.
I flopped heavily onto the couch and buried my face in both hands, groaning out loud. I felt like I was actively losing precious brain cells just by being in the same room with him. At this rate, I’d be the next idiot living in this house.
"Oh, come on," Algebra said cheerfully, entirely pleased with his work. "Just tell him you were redecorating. Then stand right in front of the TV while you explain it to him. Distraction and confession. That’s solid strategy."
Note to self: Betas should never be put in charge of emergency plans. Ever.
I rubbed my temples with my fingertips, hoping to massage away the pounding headache forming right behind my eyes. The sharp pain came in distinct waves soft at first, then deep and strange, like I was hearing muffled, garbled voices under deep water again. The exact same weird sensation from earlier.
Algebra’s silly grin vanished in a fraction of a second. He moved closer and crouched down in front of me, his facial expression turning entirely serious.
"I was only joking, Vivian. I can call a proper cleanup crew right now. Say the word." His tone was completely sincere now, a far cry from his earlier goofiness.
I blinked at him and shook my head, no longer even concerned about the ruined wall or the dented floor. At this point, I was seriously considering just grabbing Zaliver and kissing the daylights out of him the second he walked through the door maybe that would distract him enough to ignore the total chaos.