Xander System And The Blitz

20... Front Row Seat...

Chad stood with arms folded across his chest like he owned the whole space, and his minions were there, standing behind him, idiotically copying his action.

"Surprised to see me?" He smiled slyly. "Of course you are."

"Yeah, I am" Alec responded casually. "'Cause last I checked you were thrown out a store for acting like an annoying little prick"

Jeremy laughed loudly on purpose.

"How dare you" Chad growled at Alec, leaning forward, his nose flaring, his hand grabbing the front of Alec's shirt. "You little piece of shit".

Alec smiled at his reaction. "I was just talking about what happened, and I had thought you would disappear, but here you are, dragging my shirt like some pained asshole."

"Shut up, poor brat. You know I don't stay gone for long."

Some people in the restaurant saw what Chad was doing, but they chose to ignore that because it was Chad, the 'rich guy', rough handling Alec, the 'poor guy', and they didn't care about that 'poor guy'.

"So, what do you want now?" Alec asked calmly, but his eyes were sharp and pointy. "A rematch? Or a refund? Or let me guess..." He tapped his chin lightly. "An apology?"

Chad dragged his shirt tighter. "I want a front row seat..." He rasped through clenched teeth. "To watch the little fantasy world you're creating crumble. I am going to watch every single part of how you get ruined, Alec"

"Oh," Alec's lips tilted in a teasing smirk. "You're really still hung up on the store thing, aren't you?"

"The store?" Chad wore a grin that did not reach his eyes, and then his face went completely dark. "Listen, I know you played a trick on us all to get that store, but today, I am going to show you that movies does not play forever, and tricks get old."

"Whatever" Alec rolled his eyes.

Chad got very pissed at that non chalant response and grabbed Alec's shirt tighter.

Alec grabbed his hand and pulled it off his shirt. "Don't touch me, please"

"You should be lucky someone like me is touching the rags you're wearing!"

"Someone like you?" Alec laughed softly. "And who are you?"

"I am Chad Williams" He stood up straight. "Someone like me makes this place work, you know why?" He spread his arms. "I am unstoppable. Unstoppable!"

Jeremy rolled his eyes to the skull.

"So let me guess now," Alec said, his expression languid. "You're gonna say your uncle is the manager of this restaurant"

"Oh, actually, my friend owns this place. Well, he will once the deal gets closed successfully."

Jeremy looked from his food, and Alec slightly furrowed his brows.

Chad laughed. "Oh yeah, he said it's up for sale quietly, so.... Guess what?" His smile widened. "He is gonna buy this whole damn place"

Alec sighed, giving a bored look. "So you're just here to inspect?"

"Yeah. Need to inspect and flush out all ghetto creatures"

Alec nodded. "I see" He blinked once. "So you're saying you know the current owner of this restaurant?"

"George Parker?" He made a cocky exhaling sound. "Of course I know him"

"Alright. Good. You're gonna do something now," Alec brought out his phone "You're gonna give me George Parker's contact details"

Chad and his friends stared at Alec for seconds before they bursted out laughing hysterically.

"What's so funny?" Alec asked, upset.

"Alec, everyone knows you are just a pathetic guy pitied and fed by your classmate here..." Chad insulted, referring to Jeremy as the classmate. "And now what, you're asking me for George Parker's contact details like you're some boss here"

He scoffed and leaned forward again. "Look, Alec...." He extended his arm, aiming to drag Alec's shirt.

"Don't touch me" Alec warned but Chad did not listen. He was just inches close to touching Alec's shirt when Alec caught his hand quickly. "I said... Do. Not. Fucking. Touch me" He released his hand roughly.

Chad clenched his fist and attempted to throw a punch, but Alec was swift and was able block the punch with his palm. "Oops," He hung his head "You shouldn't be doing this here, Chad, or the security men are gonna throw you out"

"No one will throw me out, Alec," Chad said, certainty in his harsh voice. "I will be the one throwing you out."

Alec smiled. "We'll see about that"

"Of course we will," He replied confidently. "Enjoy your lunch....for now"

He walked away with his minions, all snarling. Jeremy snarled back.

"I hate that guy" Jeremy hissed after they left.

"He's gonna come back" Alec said casually, but Jeremy's mind was already filled up with other thoughts.

"You asked for George Parker's contact details the other time" Jeremy said, tapping the table lightly.

"Yeah, I—"

"I know him" Jeremy confessed.

"You do?"

"Yeah, he's kinda like a friend of my mum, so..." He scratched his left brow.

"Can I talk to him?"

"Yeah, yeah. Of course," Jeremy started to type on his phone, then paused. "Okay, what are you planning now, Alec?"

Alec smiled. "You'll see when I speak to him"

Jeremy stared for some seconds, then began typing again. Within seconds, he was on the phone with George Parker.

"Heyyyy....Mr Parker," Jeremy greeted cheerfully and waited for the man to speak before talking again. "You remember Mrs Peters?"

Jeremy listened for a second, then continued.

"Alright you do. So this is Jeremy Peters, Mrs Peters' son" Jeremy introduced, and after listening for some seconds, he smiled broadly.

"Yeah, yeah. Of course!" He then cleared his throat. "So uh... I have a friend hereee..." He said slowly. "And he kinda wanna speak with you."

Jeremy went quiet as he paid attention to the man's words. Soon, he was giving Alec the phone.

"Hi, Mr Parker," He greeted, his voice firm. "I am Alexander Todd, Jeremy's friend, and I recently learned you want to sell your restaurant,"

There was a pause.

Alec looked around the area, his face tight and serious, and anyone could tell that same seriousness would harden his voice. "I am interested in buying."