#23 Vanadium- Chapter 17
In which Larry is a jerk.
"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry!" she apologized, coming face to face with their new houseguest.
"For what? Ignoring me? Or for treating me like an errand, as if I am on the same level as your dry cleaning or your groceries? Or perhaps for allowing this girl child to nearly impale my nether regions with her foot?" The man stared down at her with nothing but malice in his dark eyes.
"Wh- what?" she shook her head. She must be imagining things. No one could be this rude to a person he only just met! "I'm Ferran's wife, Christine Ziefert. But you can call me Chris," she smiled hopefully.
"Yes, I noticed that. Do you have any other useless information to add? Such as that you are female or blonde? I may be in need of lodging, but that does not have anything to do with my intelligence. Where is my room?" the man demanded.
"Excuse me?" Christine sputtered.
"My room. Where is it?" the man demanded again.
"I do not know what you're talking about," she glared up at him, holding her younger daughter tightly.
"I am to be a guest in your house for the rest of the school year. Unless you plan to humiliate me by offering me only the couch, I believe I require a room," the man explained slowly and with obvious distaste.
"Do you even listen to yourself?" Chris demanded.
"I believe that you are the one who needs to listen to me, not myself."
"You just said that you are a guest in our house!" Chris spat out. "As a guest, you do not have the right to demand anything of us!"
"Why not? With a house this size it is obvious that you have numerous empty rooms, and what is wrong with demanding what I know you will give me anyway?" the man asked, quirking an eyebrow.
"Common courtesy, that's what! You haven't even told us your name, and yet you are demanding a room in our house!" Chris scowled. This man was not going to a good influence on her children. She had never met a more rude man in her life, and she used to work as a receptionist!
"Fine by me. My name is Larry Malloy, and I am a professor at The University. However, I stabbed a student and the headmaster felt it would be better for me to not be present for the rest of the school year." Larry Malloy shrugged. "So, where is me room?"
"You WHAT!?" Ferran exploded. "Mr. Ian Woon did not mention anything about that! What the hell is wrong with him, asking some psycho like you to stay with a family that has small children!"
"Really now, Mr. Ziefert, is that the sort of language you should be using in front of your small children?" Larry Malloy grinned, resembling a wolf cornering a rabbit. "The student who I stabbed was an adult and he insulted me terribly. I asked him to leave, but he refused. In a moment of rashness, I threw a ball point pen at him, which lodged itself in his arm. I also have no desire to influence your spawn. I can not stand children and plan to spend as much time away from them as possible. Now, where is my room?"
Shocked and dumbfounded, Ferran handed Lenore to Chris and led Larry dazedly into the mansion.
Running total: 15,560/50,000