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Mal Meets the Rebel	By : Bloodylilcorpse Category: +S through Z > Total Drama Island Views: 3631 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Roxanne's Pov:
The time for my grandfather to come and pick us up was drawing nearer and I was still nowhere ready or prepared for it, but Mal seemed completely at ease like this was just an everyday thing for him especially after what he did at the end of the day.
During the last class of the day right before we had a little bit of free time until we're supposed hit the showers and head back to our cells, as we were heading out Mal's good behavior ended as he confronted some guy that had been making glances at me in class. By then the instructor had already left, so Mal made his threat known. The guy was kinda cute in a dorky kinda way and seemed really shy which was why I felt really bad for him for what came next.
"Hey, you!" Mal baited loudly at the guy as he strolled on up to him with his hands in his pockets with that evil smirk of his, but it seemed slightly daunted. He looked irritably and as crazy as this going to sound even for him a bit jealous, but this was Mal and it could mean just about anything.
The guy looked up with unease as he turned his head in Mal's direction and pointed at himself as Mal said, "Yeah you."
When Mal stopped in front of his desk, he yanked the guy up by his collar and said in very low and dangerous tone, "I saw you looking at my girl. Not once. Not twice. But repeatedly. Let me make this perfectly clear so that even a peon as dim-witted as you are can understand..."
While Mal was terrorizing the poor guy, several other delinquents began fleeing the scene and some of the braver ones started gathering around to form a circle around Mal and the quiet guy, shouting and encouraging them to fight. I could tell the guy was scared and I really wish I could help, but didn't know how.
"She's mine and if I catch you looking at her again Casanova, I'll have your ass delivered in a body bag and sent directly to your parents' front porch. Got that?!" Mal spat at him with his face just a hand's' length from the other guy's face.
The poor fellow anxiously nodded his head in understanding, and Mal flung him to the side knocking him and his desk overall at the same time.
I thought then and there that it was going to be over, but I was sadly mistaken because as the desk fell over on its side the book that was resting on top of it, was thrown off in all the commotion and it hit Mal on the back of his left leg, and Mal stopped dead in his tracks. The guy saw what happened as he stood up and was about to right his desk, he stopped what he was doing and froze on the spot like a deer caught in the headlights. The room went dead quiet as Mal turned around with a very dangerous look of irritation on his face as he approached him again for a second time.
Mal stood just a foot away as he came to a stop and growled, "You're about to hurt real bad, my friend."
I could see the whites in the guy's eyes as the circle around Mal and the guy got tighter and shouting coming from the circle for them to fight only got louder by the second, I panicked as I sprung up from my seat and tried to push my way in, but I kept getting shoved back out. Finally, I got down on my hands and knees and crawled through them, and made my way to the front of the circle so I could see and maybe do something, I'm not sure what exactly, but not doing anything it wasn't right one way or another either. Mal was about to grabbed a hold of him again, but the poor guy backed up into his fallen desk where he ended up tripping and falling back down to the floor as Mal towered over him.
I watched as the guy started begging for mercy, but Mal only laughed evilly as he pulled him up to his feet by the front of his shirt and said, "This is going to be 30 seconds of the most excruciating pain you're likely to ever experience. If you hold still, this will go faster."
The guys squeezed his eyes closed tightly shut, but not before he saw Mal form a fist and pull back to hit him with it. I gulped as I attempted to swallow my fears and leaped towards them and did my best to shout over the crowd as I hollered, "Mal!...Stop!"
Just as the words left my mouth, I reached forward and grabbed the arm that Mal was about to hit him with and Mal looked down at me with this dangerous look that made my insides freeze over and brought fear into my whole being, but I narrowed my eyes and refused to back down.
Mal never let go of the guy as he reeled in his fist drawing me towards him and in a deadly whisper he said, "Stand down and don't interfere again."
"Mal...please this is wrong, just let him go! He's no threat to you!" I begged him as I tried to coax him out of it.
"Don't make me say it again, Roxanne." He replied in a calm but deadly voice that was barely audible to anyone else but the guy and myself.
I leaned in closer and I knew I was going to regret this decision, but I didn't know what else to do so I desperately whispered back, "I'll let you have me if you'll just stop this already!...Please!"
Mal's expression lightened up as his body relaxed slightly as he raised an eyebrow and with an incredulous look on his face that soon turned into an evil smirk as he pulled me closer and breathe in my ear and smugly said, "Oh really?...Does he mean that much to you that you're willing to sacrifice your pride and self-respect to let me have a go at you!?"
I didn't answer back fast enough, so he continued on, "You do realize even after we marry, I'm still going to pound losers like him into the ground and even worse?...What are you going to do then?...Offer your body to me everytime I get in a fight?...If so, you better look forward to staying in bed a lot."
I turned several shades of red as I glowered at him and reached my hand back to smack him, but he immediately dropped the guy and with that same hand, he snapped mine up as easily as if he was plucking a flower and then the crowd went dead quiet again. The guy that Mal just released didn't even try to pick up the desk or books this time, but instead gave me apologetic look and ran, making an opening in the circle and headed out the door. Mal watched as his eyes darken because his prey got away and he then looked back at me with the same expression as he roughly tightened his grip on my wrist painfully as though he was about to break it. I gasped in pain as I try to pry his fingers from my wrist, but his clenched hold was too strong for me.
"Mal...let go of me! You're hurting me!" I begged him with fear in my eyes as his cold ones lock onto mine.
He yanked me closer as he brings his face just inches from mine and says in a vicious hiss, "If you ever interfere in one of my fights again, I'll not only break your wrist, I'll make it where you'll never walk again."
I gasped as I stared helplessly back up at him as I try to yank my arm free, but couldn't because his grip was like iron and his hold of me kept me from going anywhere as I continue to gaze back at him in fear.
I don't want to marry this maniac...Why can't it be somebody else?...Why me?...
As soon as he finished saying that he turned his dark gaze to the crowd of onlookers and they got the message real quick, they immediately broke up the circle and scrammed, leaving me still standing there in the same position with Mal. He didn't let go of my wrist, but he did loosen the grip as he pulled me with him out of the classroom and out into the hallway as he continued to pull me closer to him even further, almost like he was afraid I'd run off or someone would grab me. I had no idea where he was taking me since class was over and since my grandfather would be here soon in another hour and a half. Strangely enough, he slowed down his pace which made it easier for me to keep up, I anxiously made glances up at him here and there as he continued to drag me with him down the halls that were now starting to become barer by the minute. I felt like I should say something to him to calm him down, but I was afraid it would only have the opposite effect, so I just kept my mouth shut for the time being. As we passed some of the few groups of guys that were still left lingering in the halls, a few of them kept giving me lewd stares which made me even more uncomfortable as I already was at the moment. I grabbed onto Mal's arm that was firmly clutching my wrist as I tried to be closer to him out of dismay, he looked down at me with a raised eyebrow at my sudden forwardness. Our eyes instantly connected and I felt my cheeks flush as my heart pounded faster, I quickly averted my eyes and turned to look in another direction.
Why do I keep doing things like this?...And why do I always react this way when I get too close to him?...Am I infatuated with Mal?!...Oh my gosh!...Please let that not be the case...
Maybe it's Stockholm syndrome...it would make sense considering how much time he forces me to spend with him...But still, how could I feel anything at all for someone like him...
"What's wrong, Hellcat?" He drawled in that mocking voice of his as I turned back to see him smirking at me.
I sobered up real fast and narrowed my eyes as I glared back at him, but didn't say anything as I continued to look the other way, but only to see the same creeps following us now at a distant pace which made me even more uneasy as I looked back up at Mal with worry. He chuckled at my response as he released my now throbbing wrist which I was sure that was going to bruise later as I grabbed his arm now with both trembling hands.
His sudden change of attitude made me think that his foul mood must have passed for now as he continued to taunt me, "You sure seem extra clingy right now, or do you just want to play a little bit earlier today?...hmm...Which is it?"
"M..Mal, we're being followed." I stammered in a small voice that was close to panic as I stared back up at him this time unable to hide my fears.
"I already knew that, toots. So why you worried, I told you I'd let no one touch you and I meant it." He said smoothly as he stopped and pushed me into a wall sudden that I didn't have time to react.
He looked over at the guys that were following us for a second with a smirk forming on his lips and then back down at me as he grabbed my chin with one hand and used the other to lean against the wall and roughly pressed his lips against mine. I could feel his teeth graze my lips, I froze I didn't know how to react even though sadly enough I liked doing this with him when I knew I shouldn't. So I let him do it, and when the creeps got close enough to us, Mal pulled back from the kiss and pressed me into him firmly which left me dazed and confused because I didn't get what he was doing at least not until he spoke.
"Can I help you boys with something?" Mal commented with an evil suave reply which stopped the stalkers in their tracks.
Once they got a closer look at who they were following, they got nervous and started backing away while raising their hands up in the air in defense as though they were trying to surrender which only made Mal laugh at them as he watched them turn tail and run. I chose that moment to remove myself from Mal as he noticed me pulling away from him, he smirked and grabbed my arm again like he always does to make sure I didn't escape him. I sigh out loud. I'm not sure if it was out of relief or the fact that I was still stuck with him.
He continued to pull me along once again and the hall became familiar more and more until we came upon the door to the library which caused me to raise an eyebrow at him because he made it quite clear to me that he didn't like books, so why he decided to take me here was beyond me. I made no protest as we went inside, he took me towards one end of the room and as we passed the last shelf of books he grabbed a random book without even looking at the title and said here as he tossed it to me. He pulled me to the back where there was a set of chairs that were separated by a tiny table with fake flowers in a vase on it which was in front of a window, he let go of me at last as he dropped into one of the chairs. I looked at him with a creased brow with skepticism at his odd behavior as I stood there wondering what he was up to now.
"Sit." He said in a voice that sounded more like a command than a suggestion.
I sigh out loud again and take the other chair and say, "This is very out of character for you, what are you trying to do exactly?...Because I know you're not pretending to be nice."
He yawns as he also regards me and says nonchalantly, "Seems you're more clever than you look. If you must know, "what I'm trying to do" is get a nap and since you seem to love those mind-numbing books in here, you can read and I can get some shut-eye. Kill two birds with one stone."
"I suppose it's something to do until..." I said, but couldn't finish to get the words out because I still didn't want to acknowledge the events that took place this morning and the ones that will soon follow in about a little over an hour from now.
"...until we have our little date with the old man?" Mal finished with a sneer as he settled more comfortably into the chair.
I narrowed my eyes at him and huffed at him with disgust as I commented, "It's not a date, even if it was it would be your last one with me because I'd never date a guy like you."
He laughed and replied with a smirk, "But you'd go out with a wimp like that one, I nearly clobbered earlier?...How pathetic..."
"Oh?...You know someone better?" I said with sarcasm as my hands clenched the book tightly as I fought the urge to hit him with it.
"Well...someone with a little more edge and smarts in the thinking department of course." He said slyly as he folded his hands in his lap.
"Well...I guess that leaves you out of the picture because I'm pretty sure you're IQ isn't that high." I retorted back with confidence.
He glares at me and mumbled something along the lines of, "IQ not high enough my ass..." as he turns his head in the opposite direction and closes his eyes and finally says right before he nods off, "Wake me when they call for us, and you better not run off after I doze off either."
I smirk because I knew I won this little battle, for the moment anyway. At least when he was sleeping he wasn't nearly half as intimidating as he was when he's awake, he actually looked kinda normal for once and not the evil little troll that binds me to him all the time. As much as I hated to admit it, at least with Mal around none of the other creeps and weirdos bothered me as much, and I dread wondering when we'd hear from Steve again. I wasn't sure who was worse him or Mal?...
I finally look down at the cover of the book Mal grabbed, it was a history book on Canada's famous people, I groan out loud because I knew it would be boring, so I quietly got up and looked for something else nearby, and settle on mystery novel instead. Time passed as no one oddly enough bothered us and Mal never moved as I would check on him out of the corner of my eye every once in awhile just out of nervousness. I don't honestly think I'll ever get him, he threatens me one minute and turns around and does something that's almost kind of nice the next. I wonder if those drugs I saw the nurse and them in Chef's office earlier forcing him to take have anything to do with his "odd behavior".
What is the real Mal?...That guy last night said I would eventually see him for what he is...but what does that suppose to mean...Is there another side of Mal that I haven't seen yet...or does he just get meaner than he already is?...Gosh, this makes my head hurt trying to understand him...I wish I could just talk to Mal like normal people do on a regular level, but there's no way in hell that would ever work...Every time I try to talk to him, we end up arguing with one another...
Is that what it's going to be like spending the rest of my life with him?...Well, not if I have any say in it...it won't...I'll find a way out one way or another, mark my words...
"...Roxanne?..."
I jump out of my wits when I hear my name being said, and then it dawns on me who just said it, it was Mal even though he was still fast asleep. I narrow my eyes waiting for him to open his eyes and smirk at me while laughing in that cocky manner of his, but he didn't. He really was out of it, and he was dreaming about me?!...
Why was he saying my name in his sleep?...
I don't know if I should wake him or pretend I heard nothing, this is weird.
I watched him over the top of my book for just a little while longer, but he said not a word after that so I assumed that I was hearing things as I shrugged it off uneasily and returned back to the book once more. Oddly enough about five minutes later, he started to mumbling in his sleep again?...
So earlier really did happen?...
I looked over at Mal but he was still in the same sleeping position even though, it was obvious that he was in a deep sleep and saying things. Really strange things.
"...don't look...at...her..."
"...mine...all mine...she's mine..."
As soon as those words left his mouth, he awake and straighten up his posture and then looked at me looking at him with a raised eyebrow as I gawk at him in return with wide and startled eyes.
"What?" Mal said with annoyance obviously looming on his face.
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