Chapter 28: XXVII

"WHY ARE YOU HERE?" Laia hissed at the asshat when her mother had her back turned towards them for she was preparing another meal. "And how the fuck do you know where I live? Are you a stalker now?"

The asshat dramatically places his hand on his chest. "That's rude of you to say, Laia!"

"Laia!" The girl's mother glared daggers at her daughter. "Don't be rude to your friend!"

Friend?! Laia couldn't restrain a grimace and looked away quickly, not wanting her mother to reprimand her further.

The older woman smiles at the asshat as she places the new dish she cooked in front of him. "Do forgive my daughter," She glares at her child again. "She can be a bit rowdy during the weekend."

"Oh, rowdy," The asshat grins at Laia. "I definitely agree,"

Laia rolls her eyes and instead fixated her gaze on the hotdog she was eating. Too much stress caused by the asshat's presence would only cause her to have premature wrinkles!

Her mother and the asshat continued on their conversation. It was almost as if the asshat had known Laia's mother for a long time already, and if someone random would see the three of them, they would probably come up with the conclusion that the asshat was the older woman's child instead of Laia.

The girl scoffs. It didn't go unnoticed by the asshat, who turned to her with a sort of mischievous gleam in his eyes. "You were saying, Laia?"

The way the asshat said her first name gave Laia shivers. Shivers from both disgust and annoyance, mind you. It's definitely not due to how velvet-like the asshat's voice was nor because of how he even smirked lightly as he looked her up and down.

Not that Laia minded how the asshat probably judged her current fashion sense. Was she supposed to wear designer clothes like he probably does at the moment when she was supposed to be sleeping the entire day?

"Why are you here?" Laia bluntly asks. Her mother glares at her again, but Laia ignores her and continued staring at the asshat who seemed to be entertained by their mother-daughter dynamic.

The asshat pouts. "Am I not allowed to visit my friend?"

Laia scowls which made the asshat raise his hands in surrender. "Okay, okay,"

He stood up from his seat and returned with a paper in his hand. He quickly hands it to the girl. "Ma'am Anne changed some of the dialogue for the play--"

"A play?!" The older woman behind the asshat claps her hands in glee. "I always knew my daughter was made for the stage!"

Her excitement was the opposite of what her daughter felt which was annoyance. Her black irises scanned the script for the revisions.

Laia couldn't help but frown at how their adviser seemed to make her character turn from having a melancholic view on things to someone completely depressed.

How was she supposed to completely change the way she's supposed to act in just two days?

The girl was also quick to notice how their adviser had decided to keep Brie, anyway. There had been a few changes on her lines as well.

Looks like instead of falling in love with Jake's character, Brie's character will just be friends with him in the end.

"I'm guessing you're alright with how she changed the relationship between Brie and Jake's characters?"

Laia tilted her head to the side to look at the asshat who had his own copy on his hands. She nods. "It's definitely better than all the awkwardness,"

The asshat nods in return. "Yeah,"

"I'm guessing you have to talk alone?" The older woman stands up from her seat and playfully grins. "I'll be in the kitchen if you need me, but I'm sure I'm merely interrupting what conversation you have in mind that requires only the two of you,"

"Thanks, Mrs. Lopez," The asshat smiles at the older woman, showing off his dimples in the process.

Laia opens her mouth to retort, but the asshat quickly stands in front of her to cover how she reacted. 

The girl's mother, deeming that the two are good friends and would have a great conversation, leaves with a satisfied hum.

The moment the older woman closed the door behind her, Laia was quick to glare at the asshat. "Not that I don't appreciate how you came here unannounced and stalkerish--"

Asshat shakes his head, laughing. "Wow, what a way to say thank you--"

Laia scoffs. "You do realize it is stalkerish to suddenly visit somebody's house unannounced, right? And I'm not even bringing up the issue of how you even know my house in the first place-"

"I took you home just two days ago--"

"That's not the point!" 

The short-haired girl was very tempted to rip out all her hair due to the growing frustration she felt whenever she had a conversation with the asshat. 

Especially a conversation just like this one. The asshat seemed to be delighted with how Laia was losing control, his lips curling up into another one of his annoying grins. "Then what's the point?"

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"My point is," Laia steals a glance at the door. She can only hope that her mother wasn't eavesdropping on them. "You could have had just given me the script at school or something,"

"And risk Ma'am Anne scolding me? I'd rather not,"

"I didn't take you as a pussy," The girl leans in with a toothy grin. "But of course, we all have our fears and whatnots--"

"Just like your fear of me getting the first rank again?" It was the asshat's turn to grin at Laia in an infuriating manner.

Laia tries to calm herself by turning her back to the asshat and doing some breathing exercises she had to learn in order to control her anger issues. When she deemed herself calm, she faces the asshat again. "Why are you always so keen to infuriate me?"

The asshat shrugs. He remains silent for a while as he, for some reason, seemed to realize where he is for the first time. "Why are you always so keen to make me infuriate you?"

"Don't turn the question back to me," Laia hissed.

"Why? Is it because you have anything to say to defend yourself?"

Looks like the breathing exercises won't work when it comes to dealing with the asshat. Laia settles to just leave a huge gap between her and the asshat, as she saunters towards the corner of the room.

Something about the asshat's presence makes it hard for her to breathe. Maybe his extensive perfume or how his breath still smells like cigarettes. Or maybe just his whole rotten personality.

Glancing at Laia over his shoulder, the asshat quickly makes his way to where the girl is. Regardless of the gap between the two, Laia was still able to recognize the faint scent of strawberries and cigarettes lingering on the asshat's breath.

Are there seriously strawberry-flavored cigarettes? 

Like the herbal ones?

"You like that?" The asshat hums, his breath tickling Laia's ear as he unexpectedly draws closer to the girl's side.

Laia pushes him away. "I definitely don't like it!"

To her shock, the asshat was quick to grab her wrist and pull her close to him. "Really? I thought you liked strawberries,"

The girl's eyes widened. Where in the hell has the asshat even heard that sort of false information? "I have never even eaten strawberries in my eighteen years of existence!"

Unexpectedly, the asshat lets go of her wrist and genuinely looked taken aback by the girl's revelation. However, he was quick to replace his shock with a teasing grin. "Would you like me to donate a box of strawberries?"

Laia rolls her eyes and pushes him roughly, making the asshat wince. "If you're done with judging my lack of ability to eat the fruits you eat on a daily basis in your bathtub, you are free to leave--"

"How'd you know I eat my strawberries in the bathtub?"

"Ugh," Laia opens the door and pushes the asshat towards it. "Leave!"

Contrary to Laia's expectation of her mother possibly eavesdropping on them, the older woman was actually reading the daily newspaper on one of the couches. Her eyes widened upon seeing her daughter pushing her so-called friend out of their house. "Laia, what are you doing?!"

Laia smiles at her mother in a fake manner which she hoped was convincing. "He has more errands to do!"

The asshat stops Laia's pushing by spinning on his heel and facing her. He winks at the girl's mother. "I definitely don't have any more errands to finish,"

"Laia--"

"He definitely does!" Laia glares at the asshat with so much intensity she hoped he would turn into melted butter. "I swear if you don't leave my house--"

"You can eat lunch with us!" The girl's mother claps excitedly.

Laia shakes her head desperately at the asshat. "Don't you dare--"

"I would love to," The asshat responds while keeping his eyes on the girl in front of him.

"Perfect!" Layla's smile grew even wider, as she looked at her daughter and at the boy she thinks is her daughter's friend. "Laia, how about you take Samuel here for a walk? Show him around if you may. It still is early to eat lunch, after all,"

Her brows furrowing, Laia was about to say no when the asshat suddenly held her wrist and looked at her. "Yeah, you should take me for a stroll around your neighborhood Laia,"

Laia steals a glance at her bedroom, specifically her bed, which was calling out to her. She would rather sleep the entire day than spend more time with the asshat.

Unfortunately, her mother's intent glare on her proved that the older woman would definitely not allow her to say no. Groaning in disappointment, Laia reluctantly nods. "I'll go change my clothes,"

"Sure, dear! Wear anything except those that would make you look like an old lady!" Her mother shouts as the girl made her way to her bedroom.

A hoodie paired with shorts would definitely suffice.

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