Chapter 2

                                    

                                          
I got nothing to say, except enjoy. Hope you like this one.
                          
At Dragon Hall, Mal was walking down the hallway, chewing bubble gum in her mouth. She blows a few bubbles, each one bigger than the last one. She stopped when she saw Carlos De Vil, standing in the middle of the hallway, staring at her.
                          
"What do you want, Snowball?" She asked.
                          
Carlos didn't speak. He just kept on staring. Mal was feeling both irritated and creeped out by this. She decides to walk closer to him so she can look at him in the eye and force him to get out of her way.
                          
"What?" She asked, sounding aggravated.
                          
"Uh, nothing," said Carlos nervously.
                          
"This isn't nothing," said Mal. "Whatever you have to say, spit it out and make it fast."
                          
"Um... I... uh..." Carlos scratched the back of his head, unsure of what to say.
                          
"You got ten seconds," Mal threatened. "Nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two..."
                          
"Doyouwanttohangoutafterschool?" Carlos blabbered quickly.
                          
"Come again? Slowly," Mal replied.
                          
Carlos clears his throat and does what she said. "Do. You. Want. To. Hang. Out. After... school?"
                          
Mal tilts her head and raises an eyebrow, a bit surprised by the question, as well as the bravery to even ask her such question.
                          
"Are you asking me out on a date, Snowball?" She asked.
                          
"N-N-No," stuttered Carlos. "I just thought that maybe since you and I partners in crime now, we should, you know, get to know each other better."
                          
"You're a nerd who is afraid of dogs and loves technology. What else do I have to know about you?" Mal replied.
                          
"Will you at least consider?" asked Carlos.
                          
Mal twitches her lips as she thinks. Maybe she should say yes, if only to scare him into never trying a stunt like this again in the future.
                          
"I've already considered. I'll go," said Mal. "Just name the time and place."
                          
"My mother's dressing room at 6," said Carlos.
                          
"I'll be there," said Mal. "Just don't expect me to be early or on time."
                          
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Carlos was standing outside Hell Hall's front door, waiting for Mal. It was 6:19 PM. He knew she wasn't gonna be on time, but he didn't expect her to make him wait this long.
                          
"Relax, Carlos. It's just a simple sit and talk between frie... evil acquaintances," he told himself.
                          
"Glad you finally got it."
                          
Carlos jumped with fright at the sound of Mal's voice. He looks up and sees her sitting on the ledge above the door, swinging her feet back and forth and grinning at him.
                          
"You scared me," said Carlos, his hand placed on his chest.
                          
"That was my intention," said Mal.
                          
"How long have you been up there?" asked Carlos.
                          
"About ten minutes or so," said Mal.
                          
Mal jumps down from the ledge and follows Carlos inside. They sneak past Cruella De Vil on their way to her closet. After tip-toeing past the bear traps, they made it to Carlos' bedroom, which was actually Cruella's dressing room that served as his bedroom.
                          
"So, what exactly do you want us to sit and talk about?" Mal asked.
                          
"I made something for you," said Carlos, gesturing to the grenades in the corner of the room.
                          
"You made me grenades?" Mal asked.
                          
"Not just any grenades," said Carlos.
                          
Carlos grabs one, pulls the pin, and rolls it towards the other end of the room. The grenade explodes, but instead of blasting a hole in the wall, it covered it with purple paint. Carlos looks at Mal, who was staring at the splattered paint with awe.
                          
"That. Was. Amazing," said Mal.
                          
"Y-You mean it?" asked Carlos.
                          
"Let me try," said Mal excitedly.
                          
Mal grabs one paint grenade and throws it at the wall. The grenade explodes and covers the wall with red paint.
                          
"I can't believe I'm saying this, but you impressed me," said Mal.
                          
"I thought a talented artist like yourself shouldn't be limited to spray painting," said Carlos.
                          
"A wicked gift followed by flattery? I could just kiss you," said Mal with a half-smile.
                          
"You're not gonna, are you?" asked Carlos.
                          
"Would you hate it?" Mal asked.
                          
"Depends on how you kiss me," replied Carlos.
                          
Mal grabs Carlos by the shirt and pulls him closer for an intense kiss. Carlos squirmed once again, only because the kiss was too deep and it was making his chest heat up.
                          
"Ow!"
                          
Carlos pulled away and touched his lower lip, which hurt.
                          
"You bit my lip," he said through his teeth.
                          
Mal chuckled evilly, amused by the sight of Carlos in pain.
                          
"Consider yourself lucky. No boy on this Isle has even gotten a kiss from me," said Mal.
                          
"Yeah, I don't feel lucky at all," said Carlos.
                          
Mal playfully punches Carlos on the shoulder, making him smile nervously. His awkward expression made her grin. Maybe hanging out with him isn't so bad after all, she thought.
                          
Can you feel the sparks? Well, there's more like this coming you way.