Chapter 29: XXVIII

Just as she planned, the girl merely wore a hoodie on top of one of her loose shirts and then her elementary jogging pants that mysteriously still fit her. She dismissed the idea of wearing shorts upon realizing that the asshat might comment on her knees or something.

Rolling her eyes, the girl swiftly wore a headband to keep strands of her hair from falling to her face and ran out of her room.

Upon entering the living room, the asshat looks at her from head to toe and snorts. 

Laia didn't let that go. "Problem?"

The asshat stands up from the couch and puts his hands inside the pockets of his jeans, shrugging. "Nothing at all,"

"Whatever," Laia makes her way to the front door, raising an eyebrow at the asshat who was still standing behind her. "You coming or what?"

"Yeah, yeah,"

Laia didn't bother to wait for the asshat and immediately walked towards the front door. She quickly slipped on her slippers and gestured the asshat to walk faster when she stopped just outside the gate of her house. 

"Where are we going?" The asshat asks Laia when he was finally beside her. 

Asshat was currently curiously checking out the nearby houses and the overall surroundings of the girl's neighborhood. Maybe he's not that used to a quaint neighborhood, Laia thinks.

Well, he does live in the heart of the city where there is a lot of pollution and noisy neighbors. 

And cars that consequently honk regardless of how early or late it is.

The girl didn't waste time and started walking regardless of not having a destination in mind. The asshat follows her, albeit it is obvious how he was making sure to keep a distance between them. 

Whatever, it's not Laia's fault if he ends up getting lost.

Not that the girl's neighborhood was big enough to get lost in. Laia even got used to her neighborhood within just a week after they moved in.

Humming to herself, the girl tried her best to not think of how better everything would be if she didn't come out of her bedroom earlier despite her mother personally waking her up. Maybe right now she's still lazying around, binging the new series she researched about or just sleeping.

Anything regardless of how simple or boring is definitely better than having to accompany the asshat in her supposed only rest day. 

"Hey, wait,"

Laia turns to the asshat who stopped in front of a small bakery beside one of the houses. Laia happened to know the owner of the house personally, an old woman she called Grandma Brenda who had always given her various kinds of bread when she passed by.

Glancing at the asshat who took his wallet from his pocket, Laia stood on her tiptoes to see if Grandma Brenda was around. Weirdly enough, the old woman wasn't.

"Am I supposed to enter there and get the bread I want?" The asshat asks, pointing at the small barrier that served as the entrance to where Grandma Brenda would usually be.

"If you want to them to think you're a thief, definitely,"

Asshat rolls his eyes and steps back. "Unfortunately, I'm not into handcuffs,"

"The police wouldn't probably appreciate having to handcuff someone so early in a Saturday morning, especially someone as annoying as you," Laia deadpans.

"I'm annoying?"

Laia nods. "Definitely. You're even more annoying than that one hamster I had as a kid that would bite me for no reason even if I would feed him on time and continuously clean his wheel,"

The girl internally facepalmed. Why would she even tell the asshat something as random as that? Has she finally gone insane with the all-nighters she's been pulling for the upcoming exams?

"You had a hamster?" The asshat was leaning against the wall, his arms folded against his chest.

"Yep," Laia replies, popping the 'p'. "Why? Are you surprised that someone like me could afford a hamster?"

Asshat raised his hands in the air. "You said that not me,"

"But you're implying it," Laia's brows furrowed.

"That's just your anger issues and constant need of arguing with me speaking."

Gritting her teeth in frustration, Laia was about to respond to the asshat's jab when the old woman came out from her house holding a newspaper. 

"Laia, dearie!"

Laia immediately steps away from the asshat who grinned triumphantly as he had won another one of their endless arguments again.

Flipping her middle finger at the asshat subtly, Laia turns her back towards him and faces the old woman with a smile. "Hi, grandma,"

The old woman makes her way outside of the barrier and gently hits the younger girl on the shoulder with the newspaper she was holding. "You haven't visited in so long!"

The sad thing is that Laia visited the old woman's bakery just the day before yesterday. However, Laia knew better than to tell the old woman about the gaps in her memory which will only end up making Grandma Brenda sad and anxious.

And it simply wasn't Laia's place to intervene. The old woman had some of her children living with her, and Laia thinks they had already informed the old woman regarding these concerns.

Probably. Laia hoped they did.

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"Yeah," Laia sheepishly grins. "I got busy with all my schoolwork,"

The old woman shakes her head in disappointment, but Laia knew her long to know that she was more of worried than disappointed.

She then turns to the asshat, who was just watching the two women in front of him have a conversation. The old woman smiles at him and at Laia. "Hmm, who is this? Your boyfriend?"

Laia frowned straight away and shook her head. "He's my acquaintance--"

"Friend," The asshat interjects with another one of his smiles that showed off his white teeth. "We're also classmates."

The old woman glances at Laia for a split second, and then turns her full attention to the asshat. "Is that so? She's never mentioned having such a handsome boy as a friend,"

"... well she never mentioned having friends at all,"

The old woman seemed to have whispered to herself, but Laia and the asshat both heard it.

"That's sad," The asshat had the audacity to look all pouty. "I thought we already passed the challenge to be acknowledged as her friend!"

"I will murder you." Laia mouths at the asshat when the old woman was momentarily preoccupied by getting some bread from inside the display case.

Asshat grins. "Sure, whatever. As if your thin arms can even carry a knife."

Laia takes one look at her arms (that were not as thin as asshat thinks they are) and punches him in the shoulder.

The asshat yelps, but it was more of due to being shocked than being in pain. Laia notes to herself that she must watch those videos that teach an individual on how to strengthen one's punches.

Maybe she shouldn't have skipped those recommendations.

"Here you go darlings," The old woman hands both Laia and the asshat a paper bag containing a variety of breads. "Do enjoy and have fun on your date!"

Laia opens her mouth to deny Grandma Brenda's allegations, but the asshat pulled her away after waving at the old woman goodbye.

Pulling her wrist free from the asshat's immensely and unnecessary tight hold, she glares at him. "What was that for?! Do you really want her to think that we're dating?!"

The asshat rolled his eyes. "Are you seriously panicking over what she thinks?"

"She might accidentally tell other people who will buy at her bakery!"

"Do you honestly think she will even remember that we passed by?" The asshat massages his temples, obviously irritated. "And who cares if they'll think we're dating, god, what are you a three-year-old afraid of boys with cooties?"

Laia glowers at him. "Don't talk to me that way!"

"Talk like what? Talk bluntly?" The asshat starts walking again, forcing Laia to pick up the pace so she could walk in front of the asshat by a few steps.

Definitely because she didn't want her mother to yell at her and reprimand her for getting her so called friend lost.

"Talk like an asshole more specifically," Laia inhales deeply when they momentarily stopped walking when they saw a cat. "Ugh, I swear the only reason I'm even alive at this point is because I want to adopt a cat,"

Laia internally facepalms herself with how she said something completely random and unnecessary for the second time.

The asshat didn't seem fazed by her abrupt change of topic. He crouches down to the cat's level and regardless of how the cat hissed at his sudden close proximity with it, he didn't move away.

He takes one of the smaller breads from inside the paper bag he was carrying and slowly coaxed the cat to take it.

Much to Laia's surprise, the cat takes a bite at the bread the asshat was offering. After deeming it delicious, the cat ate it all.

"Good angel," The asshat whispers, gently patting the cat's head. "You want more?"

The cat meowed. However, before the asshat could take another bread, the cat ran away.

Shoulders slumped, the asshat dejectedly turns back to Laia who was fighting back a laugh.

He glares at her. "What's so funny?"

She shrugs, but was unable to stop laughing. "I thought all the ladies would come back to you after a taste--"

The asshat frowns in disgust. "Who the fuck said that?"

Laia raises an eyebrow at the asshat's unexpected reaction. "Some of your lower year fangirls," She remembers them talking about it in the library. "Seems like cats are immune to your oh-so-irresistible charm,"

"My irresistible what?"

"Charm," Laia kicks a lone pebble. "Or whatever they call it,"

"So you admit I'm charming?" The asshat grins at her after taking a bite at another bread of his.

Laia takes a bread from her paper bag and bites into it. "Over my dead body,"

The asshat chuckles but says nothing else.. Laia is thankful for that and they continued their walk while eating and relishing the deliciousness of the breads and the comfortable (for once) silence that lingered between them.

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