AILUROPHILE [✓]

At daggers drawn

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❝ Bitterly hostile ❞

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"And now he's going to start bothering you!"

I was sprawled across my couch as Hina was lecturing me for over an hour about how rude it was of me to steal someone's work they'd spent hours on.

"Well, he spent years on his relationship with you and dropped it at the sight of some random girl, so I guess I'm very much allowed to despise his existence."

"Emma isn't a random girl. I'm sure there must have been more to his side of the story." She defended, making my jaw drop. Before I could muster up an infuriating response, her strict demeanour dropped, her voice turning small. "He, uh, called me to let you know that he'd... come over to get his painting back."

"You picked up his call?"

"That's not the point!"

A sigh of disapproval left my lips, as I prepared myself to take her job of being the lecturer. She was the one who didn't want to do anything with him.

"Hina.... delete his number."

As if on cue, my phone started vibrating, the unknown number catching me off guard. I was wary of picking up, because God, if it was the devil himself asking me to give his art back, I might make use of my colourful vocabulary a bit too much.

"Hello?"

"Hey! I assume it's the little thief?"

That annoying voice. It'd got to be his ever-so-cheerful best friend.

"Die."

Hina watched me with curious eyes, as my lips curved upwards into a mocking smile, hanging up the call as I threw my phone on the bed.

"Your man-whore of an ex is sending his friends after me."

"Y/N. Just give him the painting back."

"I need to have it myself before giving it to someone else!" I admitted begrudgingly, as I explained what I did to it in brief detail.

"Oh my God....."

I turned my phone off, pissed off by the constant phone calls every second. That Mikey needed to understand when to stop calling a person from a million different numbers. The day I'd get my hands on him.....

"Y/N, he's going to be in so much trouble."

"Not my problem."

"You're coming with me to apologise to him."

"Coming with you for what?" My countenance faltered at her words, disbelief covering my face.

"You're taking responsibility for what you did, whether you like it or not."

"What's up with this sudden sense of justice?"

"It has always been there."

The argument between the two of us was continued for hours, as I straight up denied ever looking at his face, let alone apologise to someone as shitty as him. Of course, a girl as strong-willed as Hina would never give up. The debate was merely one-sided, because none of my cries for help were taken heed of.

"Hina."

"Y/N. It's up to you if you want to go there alone or with me. You know the consequences if he reports it to his higher-ups. I don't want you to get involved with him."