Complicated Love Chapter 6 - Left

C6 Left

Disclaimer: This story is only fictional. The names, personnel, businesses, places, events and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictional manner. Any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, or real events is purely coincidental.

EPISODE 6

“Actually... I was just lazy to go to School, sorry daii.” She pouted her lips but I'm not affected.

I crossed my arms as I leaned my head on the headboard of her queen size hello kitty bed. “I'm also upset with you, you don't answer my calls and messages. In the past, you walked out without telling me even a single explanation!” It still makes me sad to promise that I will lose my temper. We are just like that. Grace and I haven't fought yet. Unlike when best friends relationship war.

“Yeah, we're quits!”

“Yieeeee, I love you!” She said, she immediately jumped on the bed and hugged me. Too clingy really. “Anyway, I haven't forgotten, will you and Dylan meet?” Frowning at the question of it. I gasped at the question. I have nothing to lose. Furthermore, I even regretted coming here. Furthermore, I thought she was sick. She convinced me.

“Let’s just say...

“That? What's that, hanging!”

“Let's just say, he's a part of a painful past.”

“Aww, you were meant to be, that's what he told me.” She smiled like there's no tomorrow. It even included poking it in my side. My forehead furrowed as I realize what she said.

“What? He's sharing with you?” I asked a curious question here, which made her smile again. “Yup! And I won't say until I know completely, so if you're planning to find out, I won't say!” She finally promised to get up from the bed and jump out of her room.

Childish. I followed her out of her room, I have nothing to do here in her room surrounded by pink colour. She loves hello kitty very much. I love black, we have different tastes. I was about to go to their kitchen when I heard someone whispering. Likewise, I slowly stepped towards the kitchen door and simply leaned myself against the door jamb.

“Do you have Mia's number?” The baritone voice of this question to the interlocutor.

“Yup, why? She's my friend, what do you expect?” I even heard Grace answer her interlocutor.

“Can I get her number?”

“Give me one hundred sentences valid reason,” I can see the tension in Mark Dylan Fajardo's jaw, maybe he can't believe what his best friend said. “Ask her,” Grace added. She looked at Grace in disbelief. Will he pick up my number? As far as I know, he hates me and I hate him too.

I would have been ready to go back to Grace's room again when they noticed me. They turned to me at once.

“Oh! Here's the princess!” Grace's silly announcement included slapping the spoon and fork she was holding. Even though I didn’t want the presence of one there, I still forced myself to mingle with them. “What are you cooking?” Curiously, I promise, it's as if my attention is diverted to someone else rather than the wrong person.

“Adobo?” Ask for this promise.

“Adobo? Why no soy sauce?” Frowning when I asked her. “Ah, does it need to be pickled?” Grace's innocent promise. I looked at the plague one, it seemed to die from the suppression of laughter. I looked at it, but it turned away, then I heard its faint laugh. Gracia was not offended by the witch, and she even accompanied the laughter of one. They're already happy, aren't they? They are already close. “That'll cook, just laugh.” I raised an eyebrow at this promise. “Here it is, too serious.” Grace smiled again. I looked at the pan where they were cooking the marinated chicken, which I didn’t know if it was still marinated. The chicken has been placed in the pan but without any seasoning, it has also been added with vinegar just because of the smell.

“What is this? You just wasted that chicken!” I annoyed the two who were both smiling. Annoying. Bwisit! It's three o'clock in the afternoon and I don't know if the two of them are cooking dinner. They had a helper, but they were left in the kitchen. “A lot of people are hungry on the streets, and then you're just wasting food,”

“Let's eat outside!” Grace's exciting announcement ignored what I said. Another reason to annoy me. It's running somewhere again. And we were left with this spark. “You look beautiful when you're mad,” he said softly. It even had a half-smile that seemed to still be pleased that I was disgusted. But mad ba gamo?

“I'm not mad, why are you talking to me? We're not close, I didn't even know you!” I rolled my eyes heavenwards. Instead of getting angry, he just laughed at me.

“Then, let's introduce ourselves?”

“What did you eat?” I crossed my arms as I faced him. Between us the table.

“Nothing yet, do you want you?” He chuckled. He laid his two hands on the table as he brought his face closer to mine. Our noses are almost touching because of the closeness of our faces. Which annoys me because he's playing with me again. “Bastos!” I sighed in his face. I would have slapped him, but he prevented my hand from flying over his hard face. “Nah, you like it.” He said in a soft voice, still not letting go of my hand. “Ha! Me too? I'm still the one who likes it? Eh, if I step on your testicles, can I? When you're barren, and you have nothing to be proud of?” I sighed again here which widened his eyes. His killer eyes widen, his sexy lips are half-open.

“Your mouth, Joy. TSK, TSK.” He said as if disappointed with what I said. He was still holding my hand, which was already a little red as his grip tightened.

“Who started it?” I raised my eyebrows at this promise. I even struggled with it because I was completely disgusted.

“Ops! Did I miss something?” Even Grace. He immediately released his grip on my hand then no one said to turn away from us. For the nth time, he left.