Spring Forward, Fall Back (Alucard x Chubby! Reader)

Chapter 102 - Imma Lay A Bitch Out In A Minute

"You fucking bitch," Allen seethed. His hands were balled into fists at his sides and eyes were slowly turning red as he fought back his angry tears. "You just had to say something, didn't you? Just had to rat us out. Couldn't keep your fucking mouth shut, could you?"

"Allen," I said, "I never once mentioned you specifically. Did I?" His face suddenly turned into one of surprised anger. "You just painted a target on yourself without me having to do a single thing." I saved my work on my thumb drive, walked up to the professor and turned it in.

"And by the way, I never wanted to do your shit. I tried being nice to all of you and help you along. I showed you shortcuts to help you finish faster. I gave you tips and tricks to make your work cleaner and more presentable. I didn't mind taking a few minutes of my time to help where I could, but this project is your final. This project is supposed to show what you've learned through the year, showcase your own personal style and creativity. If you wanted a few pointers on something, I was more than happy to show you or tell you, but I did not step into this fucking classroom to do your work. I'm not your instructor. I'm not your lackey. I'm not your pack mule. I'm your fucking classmate." I apologized to the professor before walking out of the class. I was pissed at the audacity of my classmates, the bullshit I'd had to put up with just to finish the project and Adrian for telling my father I didn't want to go in the first place. Now I'm in a shit mood and I don't want to go home.

Alucard P.O.V.

I'm in trouble. I don't even have to hear her say anything to know it. I could feel her anger all the way here. This isn't good at all. I could feel her anger rolling up my back, tension peaking at the back of my head and sending needles into my brain. I've had a headache several times in my life, but I could only imagine how much worse Y/N's will get.

The only thing I could think of was to clean. Anything to lessen the blow at this point was all I could come up with because I knew I was going to get my ass chewed off for ratting her out. After speaking with that other Allen fuck I completely understood her reluctance in going to class, but, like a complete fucking moron, I just had to say something to her dad. I'm starting to think I should have brought my coffin with me because I'm certain I'm dead the moment she gets home.

I started in the kitchen by putting the dishes in the dishwasher, wiping down the counters and stove, putting away anything that didn't need to be out and finally sweeping and mopping the floor. I don't know if I did it right or not, but I was just hoping to deflect some of the anger she was still feeling at this point. I'm working on saving my own ass and hoping a bit of a tidy up will help.

Moving into the bedroom, I began by stripping the bed and putting on new sheets, fluffing up pillows and remaking the bed with the matching set of sheets she had in the linen closet. It didn't take me long to get the bed clothes together for washing as well as our clothing, but since I had no idea how to run the washing machine I just put the basket to the side in the laundry room.

Then the bathroom got the once over. Making my way around, I threw out empty soap and shampoo bottles, put up new towels, made sure the toilet paper holder was full and took stock of everything we needed to get from the store. I'm still hoping this will save me, but my mind isn't letting the fear go. Even as I scrubbed out the bathtub, shower and toilet I could still feel that nagging feeling I was going to be faced with a very angry fiancee. Once I'd finished sweeping and mopping in there as well, I went to the living room to begin cleaning.

As I'd seen her do many times I pulled everything off the shelves one at a time, dusted each shelf, and then dusted each item to replace in their original spots. Making sure I was careful around the electronics was an absolute must because I still like my face the way it is. That and I don't really want to know what the inside of my rectum looks like.