The bad-tempered muse

Chapter 4: Let 'em come

Chapter 4: Let 'em come

"I still can't understand how Nicole was kicked out, but I kinda like Claire, so I guess it's fine?"

Anthony tells Martin as the two of them walk to the parking lot.

Martin just shrugs his shoulder as he really doesn't care what's what in the SSG office.

"Just don't involve yourself in too much drama. Girls can be hard to understand sometimes."

After saying that, Claire's glares and smiles came to his mind and almost instantaneously sent a shiver creeping down his spine.

Oh, he needs a hard coffee to release some nerves, or maybe he can drive around his village, whatever comes first.

He can't take the negativity to his house.

"Yeah, and let's set Taylor for example; that girl is unbelievable. What's gotten into her today?"

All the hair in Anthony's body practically stood when Taylor almost burst out in anger, and she even threatened to expel him earlier.

Not that he's afraid, scholars can't be expelled unless they did something against the school rules, or their grades get low.

He's practically safe from her--that's assuming if nobody interferes with what's happening in his life.

Martin knew that Taylor's an only child, hence her attitude.

Plus, if he's not wrong, Taylor has a personal connection to the school owners. That would explain how she went threatening Anthony with her authority.

When it comes to her sudden overprotective trait--it was the first time he saw Taylor getting mad and for the sake of someone else-- which he found hard to understand, but he has some hypothesis about it.

Sure, Taylor is a perfectionist most of the time, but she's not an overprotective kind of person.

In fact, he rarely saw Taylor with anyone, so it's hard making a reference.

She, being a perfectionist, bossy, and bratty, is probably influenced by her parents; growing up in a wealthy family, having very competitive career-oriented parents, being an only child--not to mention being a daughter, having to live in a house with her parents who she probably barely see, the pressure put on her shoulder as the next successor of the family, all of those are the biggest contributor to the manifestations of some characteristics Taylor has today-- a good thing though, she's a brat, but she's not the trashy type of brat.

She probably has found someone to share her burden with, a sister which she never had, and she found it with Claire.

They've come to know each other during the Summer vacation, so what happened there?

Even so, considering how she's keeping Claire close to her and trying to protect her? It's more than a sister would likely do with their sister, so who is Claire?

"Maybe she just cares about Claire that much, I don't know."

"Well, damn, if that's how she cares about someone, I'ma apply for a friendship with her? She can protect me, probably give me money sometimes, and whatnot. You know what I'm saying?"

Martin and Anthony look at each other before they totally lost it and crack out.

"Matter of fact, I don't. Taylor's not your mama, dude. I thought you're afraid of her?"

Martin couldn't get enough of his laughter.

When he tried to stop, Anthony laughs again making their laughter unending.

"I hate her, I'm not afraid of her, two different things."

Martin waved Anthony goodbye before entering his car.

"Oh sh*t!"

He was wearing his seatbelt when his eyes landed on his passenger seat.

"I didn't know you can cuss?"

"What are you doing in my car, Claire? How did you even manage to get in here?"

It was dark inside the underground parking lot, so you can only imagine how it scared Martin out of his wet.

His heart nearly dropped when he saw someone looking at him in the eyes when he looked up.

Now he needs more coffee to relieve some pent-up nerves.

"Learn to look at your car when you unlock it with your remote, stupid. You're still few meters away when you unlocked your car door. Anyway, I was here waiting since 10 minutes ago, and mind you, I heard everything you guys talked about."

Martin blankly looks at Claire sitting in his car, and her foot is on top of his glove box.

Talk about comfortable, she's being too comfortable.

"So what? Get out of my car before I call for security."

He calmly tried to threaten her.

Unluckily, it seemed to not work to Claire.

She just acted to examine her beautiful, very pointy, and colorful nails.

How did she even able to grow her nails like that anyway?

"So what? Let 'em come so I can face 'em and ask where were they earlier?"

Martin massages his temple. It's the second time she causes him a headache.

"Just get out of my car, Claire. I'm tired and hungry, I need to eat."

His voice was soft and his tone sounded like he was begging her.

She's so stubborn!

It's already 5 p.m, he wasn't able to eat lunch, so he must eat a full-course dinner.

"Great! Then let's go eat together!"

"I don't want to eat together, I want to eat alone."

"Where do you live?"

"Why would I have to tell you?"

"Just f*cking tell me, so we can go and eat 'cause I'm hungry, too!"

"Fine,"