[ONGOING] NOT JUST PENELOPE

30: This is Over

ZACH

"Stop! What the hell? You're hurting my skin!" She complained but I'm not hearing any of it.

She sure is a drama queen. I'm not even holding her that tight. 

I don't have any plans of hurting her physically, but I think this girl needs a special treatment for her so called special self.

"Where are you taking me! Let go, you dumbass!" I wasn't planning on creating a scene back there, so I had to take her somewhere more quiet and private, away from all those nosey people.

"I SAID, LET ME GO! ARE YOU DEAF OR SOMOETHING?" I grabbed a random robe I just saw nearby and brought it with me, still holding Penelope's arm.

I found an empty spot and after checking that there are no people around, I let go of her.

"What was that for?" She yelled. "Who gave you the right to just drag me anywhere!"

"JUST SHUT UP, OKAY?" I didn't realize I was raising my voice already. She was taken back.

"Here. Wear this." I gave her the robe.

"Thanks but no thanks. I don't even know who owns that. Gross."

"Just this once? Please?" I sincerely asked. I want to get this done and over with.

"ARGH! FINE!" She dropped the ball she was holding. "But I have to see my dermatologist after this! Who knows where this came from? Also, you are so annoying! I can't believe you're giving me orders, but more importantly, I can't believe I'm actually following them!" She complained while wearing the robe I gave her.

I decided to ignore her rants. That is not what we're here for.

"You're breaking ground rule number 3! You can't just talk to me like that! That's so inappropriate!" She crossed her arms.

"Penelope? Can't we just talk seriously? At least for once?" I begged.

I need her to be serious. I don't think she's taking all of this seriously.

"Well, do I have to remind you that it was you who yelled at me first?"

"Look, I'm sorry. I just don't understand why you have to be that rude to Zia. She didn't even do anything to you."

She scoffed, "Wow! So all of these is about Zia? You're acting that way because I'm hurting your girlfriend?"

Girlfriend? Ha! I wish.

"You know what? Being an overprotective boyfriend is not normal. It's actually an issue."

This girl never runs out of words. She's got a lot to say.

"First of all, Zia and I aren't dating." She looked at me in disbelief.

"Oh, really? Well I don't give a f-"

"AND second," I decided to cut her off. "This is not about Zia or me! This is about you and your attitude, Penelope!"

She laughed in sarcasm, "You don't seem to understand. Let me make this clear to you. It's not an attitude, it's the way I am."

"Penelope," I let out a heavy sigh. "I came here, expecting to clear things up and compromise with you, but you're making it way too hard."

"You seem to forget who you're talking to. Let me remind you that I'm Penelope. Don't be such a dork and expect a special treatment just because we're doing business together."

I think the word compromise is a foreign language to her. And did she just call me a dork?

I can't help but laugh. I'm so stupid.

I actually felt sorry for her after seeing her close to tears last night, but was that all part of her stupid game? To make me feel sorry for her?

I'm so over this!

"You know what? You're such a brat, Penelope!"

She gasped, "What did you just say?" I know she heard that, but I chose to repeat it anyway.

"I said, YOU ARE SUCH A BRAT!"

"TAKE THAT BACK!" she desperately yelled. "I AM NOT A BRAT!"

"Sorry, but I think you need some self-reflection."

"Fine! If brat means an independent, committed, and strong-willed woman, then CONGRATULATIONS! You just met the best brat in the world!"

This girl is really something.

"I thought you're smart? You need to double check your vocabulary. A brat is an ILL-MANNERED CHILD. Also, you're a selfish whiner!"

She looked like she couldn't contain her anger anymore. "YOU'RE SUCH A DORK!"

"Fine! I might a dork, but at least I'm not a jerk!"

"OH MY GOD!" She screamed. "I'm firing you! You're not writing my article!"

Her article? As if.

"Excuse me, I gave you a proposal and you accepted it. Also, let me remind you that this is MY ARTICLE. You are just the subject!"

"Without me, you can't write your article anyway!"

"I'm the journalist here and I can always choose the subject for my article. Now, I'm over this popularity stuff! I'm over dealing with you and that brat personality of yours!"

And then I started walking away.

"WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU GOING? WE'RE NOT DONE TALKING, MISTER!" She screamed. I ALWAYS GET THE LAST WORD!"

I turned to face her, "SORRY TO SAY THIS, BUT I GET TO SAY THE LAST WORD TODAY, MISS! THIS IS OVER!"

I heard her scream again but whatever. She's not my problem anymore. 

I sent Clark a message saying I'm heading home first. Besides, I know for sure Clark is having fun.

Thank God! I finally got rid of that Brat!

And besides, it's not late to change subjects, right?

Right?

SHIT.