Meanwhile, in the Anderson's home... Adam's point of view: Rick's eyes widened in anger. "You want CHELSEA back?!" Rick shouted as he tightened his grip on my collar. Oh no. This is BAD! I have to think of something before Rick punches me to death. "I'll explain it to you if you LET ME GO!" I shouted. Rick snarled and quickly let go off my collar. "Now, speak." I sighed as I adjusted my collar. "Well, I just want to make it up to Chelsea..." I trailed off. "Make it up?! It means you have done something BAD to her?!" Rick growled. I quietly nodded. Angered, Rick charged at me and grabbed my collar again. "YOU, B*STARD! What did you do to MY Chelsea?!" "L-let m-me go. I'll tell you the whole thing." I gasped for breath. "Make it quick." Rick scoffed as he let me go again. I inhaled. "It all started in..." FLASHBACK It was my highschool days... Ugh. Not again. Not another confession. This is my 4th time that I will hear another confession for this week. It's really hard to be handsome. The girl infront me blushed tremendously. This girl looked plain. Nothing special. Not even sexy. Ugh. Don't get me wrong. I love how girls swarm around me. But I choose the girls that I hang-out with. They should be hot, gorgeous and ready to have some fun! "Th-these are for you..." she stammered as she handed me a box of brownies. The brownies looked totally disgusting. They look like mini-. "Thanks. Looks delicious." I lied and faked a smile as I accepted her brownies. The girl blushed even more. "So, what's your name?" I asked. The girl quickly looked at me. "M-my name is Ch-Chelsea." "Chelsea?" I repeated. The girl slowly nodded. She looked down even though it was evident that she was blushing. "Is there a problem? Why did you call me here?" I gently asked even though I perfectly know why she called me out. Silence. Argh. What's taking her so long to respond?! Anyway, why do I have to waste my precious time waiting for this UGLY girl to speak?! "Well, I really love to stay and hear you out, but I've got to go..." "Wait!" Chelsea called out. I stopped walking and turned around. Here it goes... "I-I l-like you. W-will you g-go out with me?" Chelsea stammered. She looked so red that I thought she was going to explode. But seriously, will I accept her confession?! She ain't pretty. She can't bake. She seems boring. Suddenly, an idea popped into my mind. She can be my slave. A personal slave. Someone who I can order around. Inwardly, I congratulated myself with my brilliant idea. "Sure, why not?" I smiled. Chelsea's eyes widened. "Really?" I laughed. "Really." Chelsea smiled broadly. She looked like a big idiot while smiling like that. "Thank you!" I smiled evily. "To start off our relationship, buy me a slice of chocolate cake from the bakery outside the school." I ordered sternly. Chelsea's smile disappeared. "But that's too expensive..." "I don't care. Just buy me one." I scoffed. "But I won't have money to buy my lunch anymore..." Chelsea trailed off. "Like I've said, I don't care. If there's no cake infront of me in 10 minutes, then this relationship is OVER." Chelsea's jaw dropped. She turned around and ran as fast as she could. "Be back in 10 minutes!" she called out. I smiled evily. This is fun. I have finally... ... found ... ... my new toy.