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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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Chef's Pov:
Right after Chris made his announcement after ended the kids' party, he turned to me as he placed a hand on the side of his mouth to hide what he was saying to the rest of punks as he said, "Hey...be sure to round up those two and bring them to my office before they get away."
I groaned out loud as I shook my head because it always seems like he sends me to do his dirty work, but before I turn to go I followed Chris's eyes as he looks at the place all around us and in an annoyed tone of voice he says, "I'll leave both of them at your mercy this time. This place looks like a dump," He looks down at his watch and adds, " and you're supposed to ring the dinner bell in two hours time from now. If you have to, make them both help out in the kitchen. That ought to spice things up!"
I laughed and just as I turned back around to herd them up, they both smirked at us with devious grins as they both ran for the doors, Mal carrying Roxanne of all things while Chris yells after them.
Behind me, I heard one of the last things I wanted to hear from Chris, "Oh...Chef!"
"What?!" I growled and demanded while growing impatient by the minute when he just sent me to retrieve them.
"I won the bet! Now, pay up!" Chris declared with a huge grin plastered on his face and a hand outstretched towards me waiting for me to pay him.
The second time in less than an hour I groaned to myself as I realized what he was referring to which was back to that bet he made about Mal liking Roxanne, so I pulled out my wallet and fumingly handed over fifty dollars to shut him up.
"Hey...this bill is crumpled! Really, Chef?!...Really?!" Chris complained with a dissatisfied look on his face, but I laughed deviously after I took off after the two troublemakers.
Roxanne's Pov:
As soon as we were out the mess hall doors, Mal put me down and grabbed me by my wrist as we ran for it. I wasn't sure where he was taking me, but for some reason, I wasn't worried about it at the time since we were both laughing so hard after seeing the look on Chris's face when he saw the shape that the mess hall was in before we left. It wasn't long until I heard Chef coming after us and it sounded like he was hot on our trail too as I could hear him shouting at us to stop where we were, but Mal only laughed called him a sucker as he tugged me further along with him around a corner and his eyes landed on a nearby door and opened it with ease while pulling me inside with him. He closed it only enough to where we both could peek out the door and watch as not just Chef, but Chris and...Steve go by? I wasn't sure why Steve was with them, but nonetheless, he was and they both stopped in the middle of the hall as they all three suddenly realized that they lost us.
"Why did you send me if you were gonna come?" Chef demanded as he glared at Chris and then noticed Steve and added, "Why is he tagging along?"
"One I want a better bill than this," Chris fumed as he waved the fifty dollar bill and then pointing at Steve without batting an eye and says, "...two he knows Mal better than you, so if anyone can find him, it's him and if he finds Mal...we find his troublemaking little accomplice."
Chef rolls his eyes as he digs in his wallet again and give Chris a fresher looking bill and says, "Fine!...Whatever, as long as we find them and get the mess hall cleaned up and the punks their food served, I got to deal with the lawyers of the parents of those kids from your last show you hosted and they're still pissed!"
Chris accepted the bill and stashed it as he and Chef walked away still arguing as Steve looked around the hall the while keeping his eyes peeled for us, the entire time I did my best to keep my panting and breathing down from doing all that running and laughing and so was Mal from the sound of it as he hovered over my shoulder while we watched them pass us by.
As I watched them leave out of sight I decided that I was going to open the door and head back to the mess hall and have around two with my girls, however, Mal pulled me back inside. He shut the door so suddenly that it startled me some as he practically threw me into the wall beside the door only stopping to pull on a long beaded-chain that was hanging in the middle of what I now noticed was a small closet we were standing in at the moment as the light came on. Without warning, he then threw himself onto me and pinned me to the wall. It took my breath away causing me to gasped out loud as I looked up at him questionably with unease, I had a feeling where this was headed when he leered down at me with that smirk of his.
"I've heard you've been a very bad girl while I was away." Mal smoothly commented in a low tone of voice as he took hold of my chin and force me to look into his dark eyes as he pulled my headset down from my face where it rested around my neck.
I swiped his hand from my jaw and glared at him as I said, "Don't touch me!...And I'll do as I please, and I won't let you stop me!
He raised an eyebrow as his cocky grin grew and replied with amusement in his voice, "Oh?...Is that what you think?...You think that just because your little girlfriends are here, you can sass-talk me and get away with what you want?"
"I wonder just who put those notions into your pretty little head-," Mal started as he leaned in closer to my face to try and intimidate me even further, but I wasn't having it. Not today.
I reached up and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and hissed back at him with angry eyes and said, "Yeah?...Well, I thought I made it very clear to you that I wasn't about to let you ruin my fun."
He looked at me for a moment like he could not believe what he was hearing like I was jesting with him and then laughed as I still stood there trembling with anger as I clutched the front of his shirt with both hands as I glowered at him with intense fury.
"Oh, little Roxanne...how I've missed you. Still as naive and headstrong as ever, but that's okay," He said with an evil smile as he took hold of both my hands and pulled him from his shirt with one of his and use only one to pin them above my head as he used the other to grab my chin once more to force me to look him in the eye as he closed in the space with his face just inches from mine as he continued on to say, "...I like you this way. While I was lying awake in that hospital bed with nothing to do day and night I thought of nothing else but you. Why didn't you call me?"
"I did, and I regretted it, you jerk!" I snarled back at him not showing him any sign of fear because I knew very well that's what he was looking for the entire time as he held me in place.
He chuckled as he looked me over for a moment longer than added, "Yes...I suppose you did, but...I didn't. I regret nothing, but not being able to finish teasing you in my bed before the old man showed up and spoiled it. I could tell I was beginning to make some real progress with you."
I narrowed my eyes at him with disgust as I remembered that conversation all too well on the phone the other day, but quivered anxiously at the memory of him asking me all those questions so intensely in his hospital cot. The sensations and the way his lips grazed mine which he was causing at the time were unnerving and I wasn't sure what I would have said or done if my Pappy had not opened the door in time. I had laid awake nights after that worrying about his strange way of causing me to secretly want more...almost like I craved it, but I was too much in denial to admit it to myself, but I think I was starting to warm up to Mal. That maybe somewhere deep down buried somewhere inside me there was a flame starting to catch fire because when I was with him I started to feel overly-warm inside and out while feeling ever self-conscious about my feelings towards him. Nonetheless, I could never tell him that because I had a bad feeling he would take advantage of it the moment he found out.
Without warning, he suddenly took me off guard as he hungrily brushed his lips roughly against mine which took my breath away as I felt my self-control beginning to slip out from under me. I hated it when that happened, and it happened almost every time he kissed me. I knew I should be disgusted and ashamed of myself for liking it, but I wasn't. I, however, did entangle my legs around his in my attempt to escape which only caused not just him, but the both of us to lose our balance and crash into the floor with me landing on top of him in the most unpromising position as I felt my cheeks heating up as I stared down at him with mine and his face just inches away from touching.
"Well...this is very promising," Mal breathed out loud heavily and barely above a whisper as he snaked his arms around my waist and added, "If I had known that you wanted to go this far, I would have brought some condoms."
My face turned bright red as I snorted out a rush of air in disbelief at how he actually had the audacity to think that I wanted to do that with him when I plainly stated almost over a week ago that I'd never let him touch me again. I growled at him and spat back, "As if...don't count your chickens before they're hatched!"
He chuckled at my comment as he cocked an eyebrow at me with an arrogant smile forming on his face as his lips drew closer to mine he said rather smugly, "I bet I can change your mind."
I gave him a questionable look as his smirk grew even more, out of my better judgment I asked, "How?"
"Kiss me and you'll find out." He said self-assuredly not taking his eyes from mine that were searching his face and eyes for whatever trick he was trying to pull over me.
"Well...are you scared that I might be right?" He baited.
I was beginning to get irritated with his cocky attitude as he stared me down daring me to call his bluff, so I decided to shut him up for good this time as I closed my eyes and felt myself plunged into a deep kiss while grabbing the front of his shirt to steady myself for support. I knew nothing good was going to come from this, but somehow as much as I wanted to deny it and as much as I would never admit it to myself I really did want to kiss him. I loved it and I wanted it, but at the same time, I knew this was a bad idea from the start because of all the things Duncan and Zoey had warned me about when it came to Mal and his special touch. Somehow it just wasn't registering to me at the moment as I felt his tongue and mine fighting each other for dominance and control of the kiss, but then after a moment, I was brought back to reality when I felt him squeeze my bottom with both of his hands. I instantly pulled away and slapped him as my cheeks redden even more than they were several minutes ago. How dare he?!...
He laughed as he looked up at me and smugly said, "I've waited days to grab that tight little tush of yours again, and from all that running around you must have been doing while I was away, it's still pretty firm as ever."
I growled as I was about to hit him again out of embarrassment, but without warning he rolled me over pulling me with him where I ended up being the one on the bottom as he leered down at me as his eyes glinted with mischief and then went in for the kill burying his lips into mine and taking what little air I had left from me. It was awkward because my legs were still entwined with his hips and I could feel him groping one of them, but for some reason, it didn't bother me as much as it did when he grabbed my bottom or maybe I just didn't care at this point. Either way, I let him touch my leg as he continued to kiss me loving the way his lips devoured mine, or at least I did until he drew his hand too far down to my panty line and then I felt myself stiffen up with panic as I quickly shoved him off. Wiping away what was left of the fevered kisses he drew from me, I nearly toppled as I got to my feet and ran out the door. I felt so light-headed after what just transpired between us. It wasn't long until I felt him hot of my heels as I ran back towards to the mess hall to escape from his over-powering presence, but I only made it halfway before he grabbed my hand and spun me around and encased me into a nearby wall as he stared me down angrily.
"Why'd the hell did you do that?...I know you wanted that just as much as I did. Why'd you run from me?" He demanded as his darkened eyes bore into mine and cutting off any way of escape as held me in place firmly.
"Why do you think?...You went too far like you always do! I don't even know why I let you do it in the first place! It's not like you-," I spat back at him as I bared my teeth, but he soon cut me off.
"It's not like I what?!" He demanded heatedly as he went on to say with each word dripping with anger, "Are you saying I'm lacking somewhere hellcat, is that it?...You not satisfied with the way I-,"
I blushed at his words and I wasn't even sure why, but soon my ears perked up as I was sure I heard a set of footsteps heading our way, so I cuffed my hand over Mal's mouth as I signaled for him to be quiet as I whispered, "Someone's coming."
Mal pulled my hand from his mouth as he turned around and silently peered around the corner very carefully, I slowly and quietly mimicked his moves as I too looked in the direction he was facing. Around the corner Chef was making a beeline our way, I swore in my head as I saw him drawing nearer by the second, he didn't see us, but I was sure he more than likely heard our squabbling just now.
"Now what do we do wise guy?!...This is all your fault!" I hissed at him from behind as he turns and glared at me with annoyance clearly visible, but then glances passed me at another door and quickly rushes towards it.
I follow him quickly as possible, but my insides become jittery after what happened last time I hid with him and once inside I discovered it too was another closet. I immediately face-palm at my own stupidity for doing this, but then I turn to see that Mal was not tackling me to the wall or the ground as I had dreaded, relief instantly flooded my senses as I watched with curiosity as he began to rummage through stuff in the corner of the room. As he squatted down to pick something up from the bottom shelf of a small worn out old dusty shelf and then turned back around to me with a devious grin I knew all too well. Mal was about to do something evil or something close to it. He presents a small roll of wired string in front of me which he tested it durability by unraveling some of it and tugging at its end with both hands until he seemed satisfied with it. Out of the corner of my eye, I watched outside the door and saw that Chef had already come by and left when he saw that no one was there after scratching his head in confusion. As soon as Chef was out of sight, both of us darted out of the closet and Mal began to rig up a trap with the wired string and as I watched him, I suddenly had an idea of my own. I saw that the kitchens were nearby and then I smirked as I turned back to Mal as he just finished hooking up the wired string from one side of the hall to the other side.
I pulled him by the arm and said, "Come on, I got an idea!"
He seemed put off by being pulled away from his rigged up boobytrap, but when he saw the look on my face, he smirked back at me and replied, "Alright, sure. Humor me toots."
We both snuck into the kitchen and I looked both ways to see if Chef was anywhere nearby, but he wasn't so I quickly and carefully began searching cabinets and cupboards until I found what I was looking for...some cooking oil.
When I found I waved it at Mal like it was a cookie and he just raised an eyebrow like "what's so special about that", and then said, "What pray tell are you going to do with cooking oil?"
I smirked evilly as I said cunningly, "You'll see."
He shook his head and laughed as I ran out and he followed not far behind. As soon as we returned to Mal's rigged up trap, I began pouring a large amount of the oil behind it and then the gears in Mal's head began to turn when he saw what I was doing. I decide to just pour all of it down and used a nearby mop to spread it out further to make things more interesting. With that done there was only one thing left to do and that was to get Chef's attention and later Chris's and Steve's too.
Interestingly enough Chris and Chef were both together when Mal and I spied them not too far down the hallway, so Mal hollered at them and smugly called, "Hey...you circus freaks looking for us?!"
"You!" Chef and Chris both shouted angrily at the same time as they both started running in our direction.
"You just wait til I get my hands on the both of you little instigators! I'll have you both working in my kitchen for a month!" Chef thundered across the hallway at us never letting up his speed as bounded towards our way while I giggled and followed Mal closely from behind.
"That's right a full month! With no exceptions!" Chef echoed as he cupped both hands over his mouth and shouted at us following not far from behind.
Mal grabbed my hand as we both made a mad dash and ran for it laughing all the way back listening all the while as Chris complained about running and Chef not catching us fast enough so he punish us. Oddly enough Steve was nowhere in sight, but I figured we'd get him when the chance arose, but for now the focus was on the other two nitwits that were tailing us close from behind.
As soon as we rounded the corner, Mal pulled me into him towards the wall as Chef was the first to go down and trip over the wire and slip and slide in his own cooking oil halfway down the hall and just when Chef was beginning to regain his balance, Chris dove in next taking out Chef as they both wallowed in it. Swearing and saying every dirty word in the book that would make even a sailor blush, Chris and Chef slipped and tripped into each other trying to get up, but failed miserably every time they tried. I laughed so hard I had to hold onto the wall for support, but ended up falling into Mal who was laughing just as hard which only caused him to fall over onto his rump and me halfway in his lap and the other half into the floor. I grabbed Mal's shoulders trying but failing just as miserably as Chris and Chef were while attempting to right myself into a sitting position. I finally gave up as I laid there and laughed with my eyes tightly closed shut clutching my sides as I felt Mal's body shake with laughter underneath me. I knew I had to stop laughing because for one I was crying from laughing too hard and two I knew it was gonna make me have to go pee really bad if I kept it up and three we still needed to get Steve, and you can bet your bottom dollar I was gonna video all of this as soon as we found him.
At some point Chris and Chef just sat there panting out of breath and glaring dangerously at us in defeat because they knew we won this battle, by then Mal pulled me up and began explaining how he was going to devise a plan to get Steve which I smiled and nodded my head as he went over the details. It only took us a few minutes to survey the halls until we found him, and when we did Mal nodded his head at me and I him as we both watched him from around the corner of another hall just standing there not really doing anything. Mal picked up a book and threw it at him which hit Steve in the back of his head dead on, and I snickered out loud as Mal smirked when Steve turned around and looked at us as he narrowed his eyes at Mal, but paused to leer at me which I quickly sobered up and hid behind Mal. That guy gave me the creeps more than Mal does if that makes any sense at all!
Mal shouted at him with a cocky grin spreading across his face and said, "Catch us if you can peon!"
With that we both repeated our last stunt except for when we ran around the corner, Steve seemed to get lost like a dunce so I flagged him down and as soon as he saw me he made a beeline towards me. I ran and stopped just barely in time in front of trap where Chris and Chef were still trying to get out of but were having no such luck in the process. Just as Steve almost grabbed a hold of me as he hurtled his way sloppily towards me, Mal snagged me up by my wrist and pulled me out of the way just in the nick of time as Chris and Chef were almost back to their feet, Steve took both of them out like it was a wild dogpile. It was just as funny as the first time it played out, and I whipped out my phone and recorded the whole thing as Steve flew into Chris and Chef like it was an out of control crash collision course. This little baby was going to the internet for sure!
Minutes later I pocketed my phone, and grabbed a suddenly confused and puzzled-looking Mal by the hand and dragged him with me as we both ran and panted nearly out of breath from laughing so hard. Regardlessly we still laughed as we pushed through the double doors and ran pass everyone as we leaped onto the table making our way towards to stage where my band was waiting. All the while I quickly readjusted my headset as I shouted for them to hit it while tugging Mal along with me excitedly as he tailed me and kept up the entire time. Out of the corner of my view, I could see confused and worried looks from Mike and Zoey, Duncan and Bailey, but I just smiled their way and the band started up again. Mal buzzed some of his men on his walkie and had them seal the entrance to the mess hall by keeping Chris, Chef, and Steve out when they did finally get free from their slippery situation, but I was pretty sure it would be a while until they did. Strangely enough, as I got back on stage, Mal followed me and I soon learned that he could play a mean electric guitar as I squared off against him with my vocals and him with his screeching electric skills which I didn't know he had as we both circled each other daringly in a faceoff.
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