I'm stuck with a dude who's busy adoring himself in the mirror.

LANCE

"Okay. What are the things I should know?"

Now he's giving me the stare of 'I can't believe you puke that out of your disgusting mouth.'

"What?" For the whole minute he's gawking at me with this intense stormy grey eyes. You know how you watch in full blast attention when you're playing tricky online games with multiplayers? Super hard to kill boss you better not have a single bad move to kill it? That's what he's doing now.

His stare is really creeping me out. I feel like I'm the big boss he had to capture.

"What's with you?"

"I don't really get you." He told me, tilting his head. "One minute your rebellious idiotic mode then the next your calm too hard to read state. You have mood swing or something?" I shoot him one eyebrow raising look.

"I'm not. I just don't trust you." I thought he'll try to defend himself. Convince me that I should, since he's the good Seeker guy. Yet, he didn't. He lowered his eyes in the pile of circling ashes.

"I'm not saying you should trust me. Like I said, I must keep you safe. Until your capable enough to defend yourself."

I get up on my knees and pat my uniform for dirt. Apparently they're plenty, sticking in my white polo uniform like licorice.

"I'm capable. My Dad trains me how to fight everyday." I nose around looking at stinking nook and crooks of the toilet, trying to locate where the janitors hid the broom. Turns out abandon smelly bathrooms like this are like hubs for flies. The school figured this place don't need brooms for cleaning, only demolishing truck to tore this location down and its rotten smell.

I walk away with Magnus on my heels. His sandy hair is sparkling clean. Free from mud caking his hair and cheeks earlier.

"Did you wash yourself?" Color stained his cheek before he made an elaborate stroke on his hair strands.

"Come on dude, you have girls pacing the corridor with hot butts and busty boobs. You expect me to be old murky dirty? Course' not!"

His eyes suddenly trained in one side, when I looked who's he staring at, two girls standing in the corner slip some of their hair into the back of their ear. I turned just in time to see him lick the upper of part of his lips and wink at them.

"Magnus, how old are you?" I blurted out.

"Huh?" His neck is still craned at the girls even when we passed them by.

"Aren't you too hmm - too young wearing that kind of skimpy tight overalls? Dad told me the plain ones are for us teens but the others with this green line designs tracing the torso and arms are for adults."

Magnus looked down at his clothes, then at me.

"Teens?"

"Yeah."

"What's that?"

"Oh, uhh" It took forty five seconds before I can speak again. "Teens are teenagers, teens for short. You know in the age range of 12-18? Middle and high school kids, that's us." I shrugged.

He stopped dead in his tracks, wearing this shocked expression as if I just told him his favorite fish pet got murdered by a neighboring big bad cat. He suddenly grabs my shoulders and shook.

"How old do you think I am Lance? How old?" His forehead started to pick up some sweat.

Is age a big deal? I guess so... if you're trying to hook up girls.

"Fifteen. Same age as me." I answered.

His mouth got frozen in place. If he doesn't say it, I think I might pour some cold water on his face to get rid of his oblong mouth petrification.

Magnus slaps his cheek. Thrice, before I held his wrists for him to stop.

"What's wrong with you?"

"I have a super awesome feeling about this," he mumbled. " It's just a guess but I think I got younger."

"What?"

"Lance, I'm actually 25."

"No way."

"I am. Now look at me. My physical body might have gone back in time to let me spend my days being young again. This must be a blessing from the Deities. I've been a virgin for 25 years I think I might lose my drive in doing girls. Now?" his grin spread until the inner side of his teeth protrudes.

"I feel like I'm being revived. At this stage, it's time for ultra sexy Magnus to shine and finally have the chance to lay girls."

He marched the corridor with chest puffing up, hair brushing up and winks flying here and there. Somehow I feel sorry for him. Narcissistic men are like a bomb for girls. Be one and they'll never want to be in the same room as you.

I sighed.

Right now, I still don't think he's the answer to my problem. I know it's a golden rule to never judge a person based on what you see but…

Is he still in the right mind?

I watch him get to the end of the hall, where the flight of stairs for up and down situated. In his right, is a full body sized mirror. Magnus stops, approached the mirror with a frog like walk you always see in cartoons.

"Oh, for the love of Great Deities! Who is this handsome dude standing gorgeously in front of me?"

He slam his palms on the polished glass and grin like a Cheshire cat. Students nearby stop their chattering to stare at him.

"Oh, incomparable gorgeous trapped in a rabbit hole, why surface now? You're so handsome girls will kill each other just to have a taste on you."

Is he trying to be funny or plainly body worshipping his self?

Girls in the area start to gather in one to two groups to mock him. Guys who take up the stairs slow down to watch him drill high praises for his looks.

"God, look at that loser,"

"Is he admiring himself?"

"Eew, how disgusting."

These are coming from the girls who just act cute when he winks at them. I shake my head. Will it be illegal if I leave him humbugging himself?

"Oh, you charming delightful guy, with just a smile and every guy will bow down in envy by your looks!"

I groaned. I actually might bow down in shame because of you, Magnus.