Five Years, Too Late

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Jasmine's pov 👙

               May 3rd, 2021 (Las Vegas)

*... has yet again, broken another girl's heart...*

I tuned off whatever the reporter is saying... and focused on the dough I'm making.

"These reporters have no life!" Adele grumbled.

She huffed angrily, slammed her bowl of popcorn on the table and I can picture her rolling her eyeballs.

"As if those girls ever complained about it!" She said.

I ignored her and continue with my work, I'm making breakfast for my son and I.. today's school resumption day.

Davis (my son) would be resuming school, he's in grade one and a very smart kid.

"He's a heart-throb, what do you expect from him.. like, I would do any to get my heart broken by him" she said.

This statement made me turned to face her, she's giggling and staring at the TV dreamily.

"Adele, I have told you to stop watching news about that bast..."

I stopped myself from finishing that word, when I saw Davis sitting next to her.. innocently staring at the TV too.

Adele raised an eyebrow, daring me to speak any foul words.

"... I have told you to stop watching news about that man in my house!" I said.

My eyes moved to the TV, I glared at the man's picture boldly showing with so much hate.

"Come on, you can not deny the fact that the guy is super hot.. like, he's a demi god of our time!" She fawned.

"Demi god?" I growled under my breath.

My hatred increasing every second as I stared at the TV, I quickly looked away from it and focused on my dough.

Transferring all my aggression onto the dough.

"Eish! You don't have to be so mean to that poor dough" she said.

I guess she turned off the TV or changed it to a cartoon channel for Davis.

Hearing PJ masks’ theme song play, confirmed that she changed the channel for Davis.

"I have changed the channel, my lady. You should spare the dough now" she said.

She pulled out a stool and sat next to me, leaning on the counter.

"You seem to hate my idol so much.." she paused and sighed.

Who wouldn't hate him?! He's a liar.. a cheater.. a coward!

If only she knows how wicked he is, she wouldn't continue idolizing him so much.

".. every time I ask you why you hate him, you don't say anything. I wonder if I'm even your best friend!" She said.

"I don't hate him, seeing his arrogant face just makes me sick!" I gave her the same reply I always give her.

"That's what you've been telling me for three years now"

She got up and walked to my small fridge, she opened it and came back to her stool with two pears.

"I have known you for three years now, three good years.. I'm your first and only friend here..."

Ok! I know where this is going.

".. in fact, I'm your best friend, but you still treat me like a stranger"

"I don't treat you like a stranger"