The Handsome Maniacs

The bell rang.

Natasha got up from her seat as soon as she was done packing her bag. She walked past her classmate's desk, although she didn't look at them, she could tell that they were all giving her strange looks. She walked out through the door, out of the building and was approaching the one place she knew she could find them.

She had made her research. Those crazy bastards who had harassed her friend were popularly known as the handsome maniacs among the students . No doubt, they all were handsome, brilliant both in academics and sports, and they all had one more thing in common. They all had a crazy way of thinking, did crazy things, knowing they definitely would always get away.

Even though they all were not in the same class, she knew just where to find them all. After school hours, all seven of them would go to their various sport club for practice, but before they do, they would all gather at the roof of the senior's building. And if it was something indecent they wanted to do, they had another spot for that.

Natasha stepped into the first floor of the senior's building. The expression with which some seniors looked at her, she could not explain. But she was sure of one thing. She didn't see a single senior look at her with pity.

'Of course.' she screamed in her mind. 'I definitely do not need your pity in the first place. Just don't be too surprised, when I drag those dogs in the mud.'

After a while, she completely ignored the stares and whispers as she walked up the stairs. She was not in a rush, cause they also might just be on their way up there. She didn't want to walk so fast, for fear she might get there before them or bump into them. She didn't want her plan getting ruined.

She pushed open the door, her fists ready at the go. But right in front of her, was no one, she looked around, but she was the only one on the roof.

*****

Natasha kicked the air in anger, she had searched around, but those idiots were no where to be found. She didn't want to wait for them, since they all didn't usually go up all at once, and she was not ready to face them off one after the other, facing off all seven of them was preferrable to her.

Face them off?

Not necessarily. But if there really was no other option, she was not gonna back out from a fight.

She was just a few distance from the door leading to the stairs, when she heard and saw it open, and stepping out were seven tough looking boys, or rather maniacs.

Natasha chuckled to hide her nervousness.

The boys also chuckled, a bit surprised, the chick they had planned to go after was right in front of them.

"I really have no relation with Mother Luck ." Natasha mumbled to herself.

"Are you lost, pretty lady?" said one of those five boys she saw back then, who had walked out of the bathroom.

Natasha scoffed when she noticed the sneer on his face.

"I'm very sure I'm at the right place." she replied, looking at him right in the eyes 'but at the wrong time.' she thought to herself.

True, things didn't go according to plans, but she definitely was not backing down now. Even if she wanted to, it was too late.

"Be a bit nicer Carl." Henry said as he gave Carl's right shoulder a pat, before walking closer to Natasha.

He was a bit surprised, seeing the girl not move backward, even though he was just an arm's length away from her. He smiled, then put his hands into his pockets.

"What are you doing up here all alone?"

His voice was a bit deep and nice to hear. Quite a lot of girls had fallen for his voice, even before falling for his handsome looks. Well, his voice came first, since he was used to covering his face with a nose mask. The only time he never had one on was whenever he was alone with his friends, or his girlfriend, or whenever he was at home in his room.

And here was a girl, who he had completely no relation with whatsoever, and she had seen his full face two good times, but she had never looked at that handsome face with loving eyes, nor had she shown any sign of falling for his deep voice. This alone was enough to make him just hate her, afterall, he loved it when people just fell for him, he loved being loved by all and was used to it, not being given a hate-filled look that the girl in front of him was giving him.

*****

It was a peaceful evening, at least, for Riley who was busy searching for the documents he would need at one point or the other. He placed them on the bed, and when he was done bringing them out from wherever they were hidden, he sat on the bed, and went through the documents one after the other.

This he was busy with, when he heard a knock and followed by it was a soft voice calling his name. He sat still for a second, trying to recognize the voice. He smiled as soon as he knew who the voice belonged to.

He jumped happily to open the door.

"Auntie, we're you able to make it?"

He asked with a big smile on his face.

"Not yet Riley." said the old lady

"I came to tell you, you have a visitor."

His smiling face soon turned to a questioning look.

Just who was the so-called visitor?