One Cold Moment

Chapter 9

Poppy rang the bell.

"I'm coming!" Luciana screamed before running out to get the door.

"I'm here to see Yankee," Poppy said bluntly.

Luciana blinked. What kind of arrogant, mannerless girl is this? she thought.

"And who are you?" Luciana asked. "And why are you looking for Yankee?"

"I'm Yankee's girlfriend," Poppy replied casually.

"Yankee's what?" Luciana repeated. "Yankee doesn't have a girlfriend."

"Just call him, okay?" Poppy said, waving her hand dismissively.

"In fact, get out of my house!" Luciana snapped. But before she could stop her, Poppy barged in, shouting Yankee's name.

Luciana grabbed her. "Don't you have any manners?" she demanded.

"And why can't you welcome a visitor or treat them properly?" Poppy fired back.

"You're not my visitor. You can't just barge into my house like that. So get out, or I'll call the security!" Luciana warned with a straight face.

"Then make me leave," Poppy said, standing akimbo.

Luciana pushed her. Poppy pushed back and yanked her hair.

"Let go of me!" Luciana screamed.

"Then you'll have to apologize!" Poppy shouted.

"Are you out of your mind? You barged into my house like a burglar, and you expect me to welcome you?"

"Let go of me!" Luciana screamed again.

Pedro and Yankee rushed out.

"What the hell is going on here?" Pedro shouted.

"Poppy?!" Yankee yelled. "What the hell are you doing here?"

"You know her?" Luciana asked, stunned.

"Yankee, can you please explain what's happening here?" Pedro demanded.

"I'm sorry, Pedro," Yankee muttered, pulling Poppy out. She glared at Luciana before disappearing outside.

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Outside

"What are you doing here, Poppy?!" Yankee yelled.

"Your sister is one rude bitch, Yankee!" she snapped.

"She's not my sister, Poppy! And why were you fighting with her?"

"She started it! She's cold-hearted, so don't blame me!"

"What?" Yankee gaped. "Do you even hear yourself? I didn't even ask you to come here! So why are you here?"

"I came to... to apologize... about the other day," she stammered.

"You don't have to, Poppy. Now you can leave."

"Leave? But I just got here," she frowned.

"Seriously? Did you see what you just did in there? And now you want to stay?"

"Wait... why are you so mad at me? Is it because of that plantation girl?" she asked. "I said I'm sorry, okay?"

"Look, Poppy. I hate to break it to you, but there's no reason to apologize. And I'm not mad at you, okay?"

She smiled. "Okay. So... can we meet later?"

"Nah... not today. I'm really busy."

"Some other time, then."