[ONGOING] NOT JUST PENELOPE

28: Distracted

PENELOPE

Argh! This bitch infront of me is really getting in to my nerves right now. Where is Jared, by the way? It's almost 2pm and he isn't here yet. And that Zach, where is he as well?

I was simply sunbathing near the pool with Vanessa, when Clare woke me up and asked me to change my outfit because we wore the same bikinis.

THE AUDACITY!

If I know, she owns the fake one. She should be the one adjusting, not me.

"So you mean you're close to being perfect?" She laughed sarcastically, "You're not even pretty!"

Wow, I don't want to argue with a sick mind, but this girl needs some peace of mind.

"What did you say again? Oops, my bad! I didn't get that one because I don't speak insecurity."

"I can't believe I'm wasting my time talking to you! You're despicable! You're ugly! Famewhore! Slut! Whore!" Clare looks like she's about to cry because of shame and anger.

I yawned.

Arguing with a weakling is so boring!

I came closer to her, "You know what? The only reason why I am tolerating what you just said is because I can't imagine how hard is it for you to be such an unfortunate looking wrench. You're such a pity."

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"I HATE YOU!" 

And there you go, Ladies and Gentlemen. She reached her limit. I didn't even have to try that hard.

Then she stormed off and I smiled triumphantly. 

"MOVE THE FUCK AWAY!" Clare yelled at the people who's blocking her way out.

"That means I won right?" The people cheered in satisfaction. 

And then suddenly, I saw Zach.

"Anyways, enough gossip, people. Let's continue the party!" I announced and the DJ brought the volume up again and people went back to their own businesses as if nothing happened.

I gestured the Zach to come near me.

"You're 45 minutes late."

"Sorry we're late, but we can leave early to make up for it." Zach responded, not looking at me.

Wow, I didn't know he speaks sarcasm as well. Did he woke up in the wrong side of the bed today?

I'll pretend I didn't hear that. I had enough drama for today.

"So I see you brought your sidekick?" I eyed his friend from head to toe.

"My friend." He corrected, still not looking at me. 

What's wrong with him?

"Hi, Penelope. I'm Clark." He extended his hand

"Sorry, I hate handshakes."

"Oh, sorry." He looked disappointed. 

"Clark, how about you go and do what you want to do here? I'll just give you a call." Zach said to his sidekick.

"Thanks, bro. Good luck!"

And then he was gone.

I raised my eyebrows at Zach, "So what's wrong with you today?"

"Nothing." He responded, still not looking at me.

He is so weird. Whatever.

I returned back to my chaise lounge and laid down again.

"So, what do you want to know?" I broke the ice.

"Is this really what a typical party for the rich and popular people looks like?" he asked, not looking at me.

I followed his gaze and guess what? He's looking at a fucking tree!

Okay, I'm done putting up with him!

I put on my sunglasses, "Yes, this is how we always party. Sometimes, we have galas and auctions, but personally, pool parties are my favorite because it's less stressful. We don't just come to parties and stare at random trees, you know?" I glanced at his direction and saw that his ears were turning red.

"What is wrong with you today? Like seriously?"

"I can't just look at you and pretend you're not in your bikini." He blushed.

OH MY GOD. 

I can't help but laugh. Is he serious?

THAT'S IT?

"You mean, me in my bikini, is making you uncomfortable?"

Is this the first time he's seeing girls with their bikinis on?

Finally he turned to face my direction, "It's called respect you, know." and he adverted his gaze back to the tree again.

Now, this is real entertainment.

"You call it respect? I call it a reminder of what you can't have."

He looked at my direction again. 

OH MY GOD. HIS FACE IS SO RED!

"Don't worry. I have no plans of having you."

"That's good because I'm a high maintenance." I rolled my eyes at him. "Anyway, can you just get me some red wine please? I'm thirsty."

"Fine, but I'm only taking this order because you said 'please'. Be right back." He stood to leave.

"Be grateful. I'm actually giving you the opportunity to compose yourself because you don't seem to know how to act properly infront of a woman in her bikini." I said as he was walking away.

I'm pretty sure he heard that because he clumsily bumped into a random guy.

HE IS SO DISTRACTED!

I can't blame him. If I am in his position, I'd be distracted with my body, too.