Heaven And Hell novel Chapter 82

Well. I could swat this fly in front of me, couldn't I? Of course.

"I'll smack you," I growled, marching toward him. I raised my flyswatter and swatted his arm, hips, thighs, and head. I was actually feeling pretty good -- right until Michael held my wrists in a vise-like grip, looking at me with mad silver eyes.

"Stop it," he hissed.

I noticed that I swatted his left eyebrow, a tiny cut bleeding on the side, running down his temple to his square jawline.

I breathed hard and fast. "Let. Me. Go," I huffed, squirming away from his grip.

"No."

"You know," I sneered, gaping at him, "you are the only guy I know with serious major issues. I mean, really? First, you're all flirty with that bimbo Stacey, then when lunch came, you ignored the girls! And now, before I swatted you, you were calm, then you were arguing with me like a child too, and then you're angry! What is up with you?"

Michael still didn't let go of me, but his grip loosened. He sighed and finally let go of me, sitting on a box. For a moment, I thought he was going to just give up and apologize now, but I was wrong.

"I most certainly do not have issues as big as yours. You are crazy. If you think I'm bipolar, then so are you, because you've got attitude problems, too, even before we got engaged."

I gasped like a fish needing air, stepping away from him, planting my fists on my hips, flyswatter in one hand. "I hate you. This is insane. You're insane." Then I sucked in a breath and the words came out in a rush. "AndIamnotcrazy,youstupididiot!"

"Fine, then, you're not," Michael scoffed.

"Yes, that's right," I snapped.

"Abso-bloody-lutely," he muttered under his breath.

I crossed my arms. "Shut up."

"FEAR THE ALMIGHTY!"

Michael and me both started at the loud, booming voice inside the room -- but we saw no one as we looked around.

The deep male voice (attempting a scary trait) yelled again. "YOU BOTH WILL PAY FOR -- Ow! Grandmama!"

"Cease, Frederick!"

That voice. That gravelly, thick, English voice.

Suddenly, I backed away and sat behind the door. Unbelievable! I thought madly.

"Grandmama, this is your doing all along. I knew I felt your insufferable presence," Michael said sarcastically, placing his hands on his hips. "How the hell did you --"

"Frederick, Vivian, Emerson, and I --"

"HI, PEOPLE!" Emerson and Viv chorused, giggling hysterically.

The dowager cleared her throat, shushing them after. "As I was saying, the four of us arrived here two days ago. We've been staying at Vivian's house, planning all this. I asked Frederick to put the note that we so cleverly wrote inside Kelly P-something's locker as to not let you have any quick suspicions.

"Then he also placed one inside Michael's locker, with no purposeful mistake. Vivian and Emerson therefore spied on you, Keller, and when you reached the storage room, finding Michael waiting inside, they both pushed you in.

"TURN OFF THE BLOODY CAMERA!" the dowager boomed, thumping her cane.

"But --"

Click

"I hate you," I hissed at Michael, who was massaging his aching body and head from my murderous swats. I loved my newly adopted flyswatter.

"And I'm sorry."

I snorted. "Yeah, right. Now you're apologizing after being such a big jerk these past few days."

Michael gaped at me. "That's because you tested me to see if I cared about you back in England! Bloody hell, Keller, you heard me talking to my mum's grave about you, then you still went on with that sodding plan with Anthony" -- he was sneering dangerously now -- "making me believe that he was about to take advantage of you!"

"I know what I did was wrong, okay?" I told him huffily. "But I told you that we didn't go through with the plan. I tripped on a root, Michael. Anthony fell over me since I was tugging on his hand!"

"And I told you that I didn't kiss Natalie! She kissed me."

I ignored him. "I aplogized to you for God knows how many times -- then you went away without even saying good-bye to me and left Kent for London." I felt a pang in my chest, but I stood my ground, pursing my lips in an angry line as I watched him. "You were pretty busy in the city."

He looked at me, sighing wearily. "I left because I couldn't believe you didn't trust me after the stuff we've been through. Don't." Michael said, raising a hand to stop me from setting up a massive retort on him. "Just let me explain first, please."

When I just crossed my arms, my flyswatter on the floor beside me, he spoke again. "I felt like you didn't trust me enough, so that's why you still went on with your plan. I honestly believe you now when you said you didn't go through with it, but did you know how much that made me feel angry and depressed?"