Her Street Fighter

15.

Chapter Fifteen
Marebela

I felt a little bad for painting Gunn's nails because now he was stuck at work with pink nails.

I saw him cook the food and give the plates to the workers with the pink polish on. He didn't seem as uncomfortable as he did before.

"Let me guess," Slater said to Gunn. "Marebela had a bit too much fun."

Gunn rolled his eyes. "Get back to work, Slate."

Gunn hated being around people. He hated socializing I was surprised he even had a friend like Slater. He seemed more talkative and nice.

Slater let out a laugh.

"I think it looks good on him," I told Slater.

"I think it does too." Slater held in a laugh. He patted Gunn's shoulder and Gunn shrugged it off.

I sat at the bar in front of where the chefs were in the kitchen cooking, including Slater and Gunn. It was one of those days where it wasn't busy. Gunn told me that I could spend time in the restaurant at those times.

"So, Blondie, how is it staying with Gunn?"

Suddenly some young girl walks into the restaurant. The bell on the door rang as she ran in.

"Aren't you supposed to be at school?" Gunn asked. He looked annoyed. She was a little girl why was he mad at her.

She sat down on the stool next to me. "Kitty's mom picked me and her up early."

"She didn't run that past me first," Slater said. His forehead creased in worry.

"Oops," the girl covers her mouth with her hand. "It was supposed to be a secret. Miss Vivienne told me to say that school ended early. But don't tell her I told you."

"Hi! I'm Marebela, what's your name?" I asked.

She gave me a dirty look. I frowned.

"What are you doing here?" she asked in distaste. Her bubbly personality that she had when she came in disappeared and was replaced with a hostile expression.

"Oh, I'm Gunn's..." I hesitated. "Friend."

My happiness of meeting a new person vanished.

"Why would he be friends with you? He has me as his friend," she snarked. Her golden brown skin shone in the daylight that came through the big windows in the restaurant.

She had a beautiful glean in her eye and looked very clean and pretty for a young girl.

She looked like Slater. They had the same mischievous look in their eyes.

"Well I—"

"I'm not your friend," Gunn said. His eyes glared holes into the little girls head.

I sighed. "Well he doesn't think we're friends, but—"

"I'm talking to you, Pug," he interrupted me.

Pug? That was her name?

Wait so does that mean that he thought I was his friend too?

Of course not, Mare. He was just telling that to the little girl.

He would always not want to be your friend.

The little girl, Pug's eyes widened. She looked like she was on the verge of tears.

"Oh no, I don't think he meant that." I tried to comfort her. I placed a hand on her shoulder softly.

She shrugged it away.

Gunn gave me a displeased look. What was he mad about now?

"I hate you," she screamed at me.

Okay, now I was getting upset at her.

"I hate you too, you spoiled brat," I yelled back. I felt immediate regret. I wanted to apologize but I stood my ground.

Why was I being rude to a little girl? Heck, I was turning into Gunn.

In the corner of my eyes, I saw a flicker of a smile on Gunn's lips but as soon as I saw it, it was gone.

"Ignore my sister," Slater said. He grabbed onto Pug's arm and pulled her into the kitchen.

That was his sister. I felt bad for him.

"Why does she hate me? I didn't even do anything to her," I told Gunn.

I could still hear the giant bickering between Slater and Pug in the kitchen.

Gunn didn't say anything to me and continued cooking food. Who was he cooking for all the customers in the restaurant were gone or nearly finished their meals.

I sat quietly and as hard as it was, I still did it. I was sure Gunn was in heaven right now, since he was not hearing me speak.

I wasn't sure why he hated how much I talked, I always loved to say what was on my mind.

I heard Pug yell at Slater before running out of the restaurant.

"Paisley Johnson get your ass back in here right now," he yelled.

His sister was halfway down the street by then though. He cursed under his breath and rushed out the restaurant to chase her.

He was muscular, so it wouldn't take him long to get to her. He was very tall, Paisley was as well.

"They are funny, aren't they?" I laughed. Gunn looked at me sideways before going back on his phone. What was he doing on that phone that was so entertaining anyway?

I let out am awkward cough. I didn't have a phone, so I didn't know what to do to keep me entertained while he was on his.

I fiddled with the drawstring on my hoodie. I felt restless for some reason. I don't know why everywhere I went I felt unwelcome. Even at my stepmother's mansion, but at least I had a room to stay by myself and have time to think for myself, but staying with Gunn I only felt like I was staying in a place where I didn't belong.

I felt homesick, thinking about it. Even though it was the worst living situation, I couldn't help but feel comforted when I think of the house I grew up in.

I try to remove the thoughts from my head, but they still remained deep down.

This feeling was one of the worst I've felt since I actually lived in the house.