「 Tony’s POV 」

Mr. Hubert came into the office no longer after that and we finished sorting the papers (and I even get to clean her table) in a few minutes and after that we both headed to the toilet. The boys’ toilet is the worst toilet ever because you could see wet tissues hanging on the ceiling and the smell is just so pungent. Some guys really need to learn how to aim better. Not to mention all the things that was written on the wall.

Mike and I arrived at the toilet with buckets of water and sponges that were provided by Mr. Hubert. He was supposed to watch over us but he said that he couldn’t stand the smell so he decided to just wait outside which was a bad idea because I know if he waited outside, I would do most of the work – correction, ALL of the works, by myself.

So as soon as Mr. Hubert left the toilet, Mike leaned his back on the wall while folding his arms, a towel was hanging on his shoulder.

I just stared at the floor, which was dirty, and wondered being a school cleaner must suck a lot.
I decided that waiting for Mike to do the first move of cleaning the toilet was just a waste of time (I don’t think he would even want to clean it) so I took the sponge and began to placed it inside the water, letting the sponge absorb the water. Mike just stared at me, making me feel self-conscious. And then I took out the sponge and took the bottle Fabuloso – a floor cleaning soap liquid that Mr. Hubert had given us – and squeezed it on top of the sponge.

Don’t blame me, I wasn’t the type of guy who actually do house chores so I didn’t really know how to clean floors. I placed the sponge on the floor and began scrubbing it.

I swear I could feel Mike was still staring so I turned to him and he had a smug look on his face. He was acting as if he knew that what I was doing wasn’t right. I frowned as I stared at him so I said, with my voice higher than usual, “what the hell are you looking at?”

“You, duh.”

I rolled my eyes. “Don’t look at me and do nothing.”

“I ain’t doing nothing. I am staring at you, that’s what I’m doing. Observing you is more amusing than scrubbing the dirty floor.”

‘He was just fooling around, Tony,’ I reminded myself as I tried my best to not fall for this freaking douche.

“Whatever,” I rolled my eyes again and then suggested, “why don’t you help me clean the toilet too, hm? Maybe you could take off the tissues on the ceiling or something.”

With that, I turned around and continued to scrub the floor using the sponge. God. Scrubbing the floor with sponge was probably the hardest thing I’ve ever done in the 17 years of my life. I don’t think I would ever want to go to detention – or be near the detention room – again after this.

Just as I expected, Mike didn’t move a muscle because he was too busy making me want to kill myself.

And then he said, “you know, Tony, you’re doing it in a wrong way.”
“At least I’m doing something than nothing,” I mocked him as I continued to scrub the toilet harder.

I could heard him chuckled and then he said, “you should’ve poured the soap liquid onto the bucket first and then let the sponge absorb the liquid.” By then, I was already blushing because I was embarrassed.

And then he continued, “but if you want to do it the easy way then –” he stopped leaning on the wall, took the sponge from my hand and then squeezed it so all the water that was absorbed by the sponge fell into the bucket. As the water fell into the bucket, I could feel my face fell too. “— you have to do it like this,” he continued as he took the bucket and splash the contain on the floor, making my jaw dropped.

“What the hell are you do—” before I could even continue my sentence, he looked at me with a small smile and said, “I know what I’m doing, just chill.”

He then placed the bucket on top of the sink and went to the cleaning supplies room inside the toilet. I just stood there, staring at the wet floor, worried that Mr. Hubert could come in any second and yelled at us for spilling water on the floor instead of cleaning it.

Mike then came with a mop and that was when I finally realized that we could actually use a mop to wash the floor. I was an idiot, I swear to god. My cheeks turned red as I realized that he did know what he was doing and I was ashamed at myself for being a dumb moron.

“Stand back, you can wait at the corner there,” he instructed.
“But—”
“Go,” his stern voice made me somehow run away and placed my butt comfortably beside the sink and sat down there while watching him washing the floor with the mop.

I didn’t know what to do because every time I was about to placed my shoes on the floor and take some cleaning tools to wash something, he would gave me a glare and said, “No, don’t let your fucking shoes touch the floor.”

So I just sat at the corner of the toilet on the sink.
That was when I realized how hardworking Mike was. He put effort in cleaning the toilet and I must admit that he looked pretty adorable when he was concentrating doing something. He certainly know how to clean the floor, I bet he was doing chores at home. Huh, unexpected of Mike Fuentes.

After a few minutes of scrubbing the floor with mop, Mike finally finished and ended up sitting on the other sink beside me with a grin on his face. All of the scrubbing made him sweaty so he wiped his face with his towel and then said, “man, I’m a fucking good cleaner.”

“Can’t argue with that,” I mumbled.
He chuckled, “Now all we have to do is just wait for it to dry.”
“I’m guessing that you always got cleaning toilets for detention?” I assumed even though my first guess was that he always do chores at home. But doing chores was just not the right job for Mike.

“Nope,” he shook his head, still wiping off the sweat.
“But you’re good at this.”

He turned to me and smirked, “Don’t tell me you’re starting to get interested in me.”

That made me blushed. Because somehow, what he said was true but nah, I wasn’t that interested in him. I was just being curious.

“No. Why would I be interested in you? God.”

“Don’t lie, Tony. I could see you blush~”
“Shut up.”
“Ooooh, you mad??”

He’s such a tease and I fucking hate him so fucking much.

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We walked out of the toilet after we were sure the floor was dry and when we got out, Mr. Hubert was nowhere at sight so we decided to just go back home. After all, we’ve done our job. Although I was expecting to come back home with back pain, I was pretty happy that Mike actually did the job and not me.

I was scared that my mom would scold me for coming home late so I immediately rushed outside of the school and walk back home.

“Hey! Hey, turtle!” I could hear Mike calling out but I decided that ignoring him was better than being scolded by my mom.

As soon as I got back home, I shut the door softly, hoping that my mother wouldn’t notice that I was back. But however, my very beautiful annoying sister decided to pop out of nowhere and screamed, making me completely surprised.

“Valerie!” I cried out her name as I gave her a glare, “What the hell?!”

Valerie was younger than me by 2 years and she looked exactly like my mom. Not really though. She had my father’s eyes and also his understanding trait. Valerie went to an All-Girls School, which is why we weren’t going home together. Valerie had always been my mother’s favourite. I didn’t really care tough because out of all the people in my family, I like Valerie the most.

“Hey, big bro, how come you’re late today? So unusual,” she commented as she began to follow me upstairs.

“Well, things happened,” I muttered, throwing my bag to my bed.

Val sat on my bed and chuckled, “Is it about that bully or—”

Most people said that sharing secrets with your siblings is a big fat no but I think otherwise. Val is a very good secret keeper and she was very understanding. I told her everything. Every fucking thing. And so did she.

In fact, I’ve told her about Mike. Who had been bothering me since yesterday.

“Yeah, you can say that.”
“What did he do today?”
“He got me into detention. He threw papers to me. He called me gay and humiliated Blaise,” I summarized up my whole day easily to which she only laughed and then said, “Wow, he knows you’re gay?”

Apparently, Val knew that too and she was completely okay with it.

“Nah, he doesn’t. He’s just saying that to get on to my nerves,” I explained. And then I remembered what happened at the toilet so I sat next to Val with an eager look on my face, “And oh, Val! He got me into detention and you know what was worst? He got us punishments too!”

And so I told her the story from the beginning to the end.
I was expecting her to come up with her usual comments like, “If I was there, I would kick his ass for you!” or “If I were you, I would tell mom!” and stuff like that but instead, she just stared at me wide eyed.

And then she slowly whispered, “I think you like him,” with a smirk on her face.

Notes

sorry for not updating for days! I just got really busy and I actually got too carried away watching movies and I just got home so yeah.
So I've introduced a new character, Tony's sister, yay! and his mom would be revealed the next chapter, hopefully.
So tell me what you guys think, okay? ε(•ˆ ⌣ˆ •)з