Chapitre 86: Where Do Babies Come From?
"Urgh", Zephyr groaned as he sat down on the chair right next to Alex, "How can you still be studying?".
"Because we've got exams coming up", Alex answered.
"I know that", Zephyr muttered, "But it's Friday night. You should be having fun. Not sitting here and studying".
"Not everyone's like you Zephyr", Alex remarked, "You got 1600 for your S.A.T.s but I got 1532 even after all the revision I did".
"Admittedly, it's easier for me to excel academically than most", Zephyr agreed, "But who says you need to have good grades to be successful? I've been running a company since I was 14 and in 4 years, its evaluation has reached over $150 billion. And I've done all that without a degree".
"That's just you", Alex argued.
"Really?", Zephyr raised an eyebrow, "Bill Gates, Mark Zuckerburg, Daniel Ek, the list goes on".
"You've made your point", Alex rolled her eyes.
Zephyr nodded, feeling proud of his victory over Alex. "Hey, are those the index cards I got you?", Zephyr asked, seeing the blue index cards beside Alex's right hand.
Alex looked at the cards and nodded, "They are, yeah", Alex affectionately answered.
"You haven't even unwrapped them", Zephyr commented.
"Duh", Alex rolled her eyes, "And I doubt I ever will".
"It matters that much to you?", Zephyr questioned.
"Of course it does", Alex rolled her eyes once more, "Why else would they still be in the plastic wrap they came in?"
"Dad did say that women are the strangest creatures on this planet", Zephyr shrugged, "So I don't know".
Alex narrowed her eyes, "And what happened to your dad right after that?".
"Desiree pulled on his ear and shouted at him like he was a toddler", Zephyr answered.
"That's what I thought", Alex muttered under her breath.
[Flashback]
Alex walked into the car park and suddenly realised that something was missing. Patting her pockets, she nodded when she felt her keys. She stroked her chin and muttered, "What am I forgetting?".
Although deep in her thoughts, Alex was snapped out of her stupor by a voice from behind her, "Hey!".
Turning around, Alex found herself in front of your typical (American) bad boy. The guy in front of her wore ripped jeans, and a black t-shirt with a leather vest which allowed Alex to see hints of the tattoo on his bicep. His eyes were red, he had a slit running through his left eyebrow and he had a buzz cut.
As he swaggered over to her, Alex raised her eyebrow upon seeing him. "Hey, gorgeous", the guy greeted, "What do you say you join me for a bike ride?".
"I'm sorry but I'm waiting for someone", Alex politely declined.
"Why don't you ditch them?", the guy asked, still not leaving her alone, "I'm sure that they'll be fine without you".
"I told you, no", Alex reiterated.
"Ooh", a group of boys, who also fit the description of troublemakers, hissed from behind the boy.
Seeing this, anger flashed in the boy's eyes and as he was about to forcefully grab Alex's hand, he felt a vice-like grip holding his arm, halting him from going forward. Further angered by this, the guy turned to look at who stopped him. Tilting his head slightly upwards, he found himself staring back at a pair of stormy blue eyes which were enraged.
"I believe she said she doesn't want to go with you", Zephyr stated, a threat laced between his words.
"Yeah!", the guy retorted, pulling his hand out of Zephyr's grip, "And who are you?".
"I'm her boyfriend", Zephyr answered, "And you're making moves on my girlfriend. I don't appreciate that".
"So! What'cha gon do?", the guy retorted, clearly getting ready to fight.
"Here", Zephyr said, throwing Alex a small deck of blue index cards which had a layer of plastic wrapping, "I got these for you".
Although it wasn't the most appropriate thing to do, Alex nodded and quickly stuffed the deck into her pocket.
Turning to look at the guy, Zephyr shrugged his shoulder, a faint cracking sound reverberating through the car park. After twisting his neck and cracking his knuckles, Zephyr stared at the guy right in the eyes and answered, "I'm going to beat you till you're black and blue, and then, if I feel like it, your friends too".
Overwhelmed by anger, the guy rushed forward, cocking his fist backwards before attempting to strike at Zephyr's face. With minimal movement, Zephyr leaned to his left, the fist flying past his face, and swiftly countered with a punch of his own. Jabbing forward, his right fist struck the guy right above the stomach and onto the liver. As soon as Zephyr's fist landed, the guy hunched over and spit escaped his mouth. Before he could comprehend the agony he was in, Zephyr's elbow crashed onto the back of his head, causing his head to slam downwards and ungracefully smash into the car park floor.
Somewhat unsatisfied with the fight, Zephyr turned to look at the group of hooligans and asked, "Are you going to make a move or should I?".
"G-get him!", one of the group members exclaimed.
"Yeah!", another yelled, "He can't get us if we attack toge-". Before the second guy could finish his rally, Zephyr's fist slammed into his face, a loud cracking noise reverberating throughout the car park as his nose was cracked.
Without even looking backwards, Zephyr ducked the fist that was about to hit him, causing it to miss completely. Using the guy's momentum against him, Zephyr's leg snapped outwards, tripping the guy over. Quickly recovering, he jumped up, narrowly avoiding a kick that had been aimed at his left leg. Using his momentum, Zephyr twisted while in the air, his heel striking one of the guys on the face while another was struck on the stomach. As soon as he landed, Zephyr leaned backwards and tucked in his stomach, simultaneously avoiding two attacks. Swerving to his right, Zephyr avoided another fist and his hand struck forward, parrying another fist that was aimed at his face.
Not giving the guy a second to recover, Zephyr flashed forward and struck the guy's chest with brutal efficiency. Immediately ducking, Zephyr avoided another attack and upper-cutted the guy and his left leg snapped backwards, hitting another guy on the stomach. In the following seconds, a sight that would forever be ingrained in Alex's mind occurred as she watched her boyfriend efficiently and systematically dismantle the thugs.
Once he was done, Zephyr walked over to Alex as though nothing happened. "You ready?", he asked, taking his car keys out of his pocket and blatantly ignoring the groans of pain in the car park.
Although shocked, Alex managed to snap out quickly enough and rapidly nodded her head, "Y-yeah".
"Good", Zephyr nodded his head, opening his car door, "Let's go".
"S-sure", Alex stuttered, still not fully recovered from the spectacle she saw.
[Flashback end]
After snapping out her thoughts, Alex turned to look at Zephyr and narrowed her eyes, "Did you just call me strange?".
"W-what?", Zephyr muttered, evidently somewhat nervous, "How could I call my beautiful intelligent girlfriend whom I deeply love weird?".
Alex stared at him for a few seconds before answering, "I'll let you get away this time".
"Phew", Zephyr sighed in relief, wiping some imaginary sweat off his forehead.
"Hey", Alex muttered, capturing Zephyr's attention once more, "I don't think we've checked up on Manny, Luke and Lily".
"We haven't", Zephyr agreed after taking a brief second to think about it.
Alex sighed and got up from the chair, "Let's go".
Zephyr nodded and stood up, walking behind Alex as she walked over to the living room.
"I was expressing affection, not signing a contract!", Manny exclaimed, holding a stuffed pink bunny in his hands, "This date is over!".
"Don't be like that, sexy", Luke begged, holding a stuffed white bunny in his hands, "Make a baby with me".
"What is going on in here?!", Alex and Zephyr yelled at the same time.
"ARGH!", Luke and Manny exclaimed at the same time, dropping their bunnies in fear and shock.
"What are you two doing?", Zephyr sternly asked as he looked at them.
"Nothing", Luke and Manny simultaneously answered.
"They're teaching me how a baby is made", Lily answered. Unaware of the effect her words had, she turned to look at Alex and Zephyr and asked, "Can you tell me how babies are made?".
"Uh", Alex and Zephyr muttered, unsure of how to explain that topic to a 6-year-old.
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