Starco : Bad Boy Turns Into A Cat

Ch 3 :

Chapter Three – You Ask For Help Yet I'm treated Poorly

"Exactly," he eyed me seriously.

I snorted. I just couldn't help it. I mean I was expecting something like he's a genie or an agent that found me to help save the Earth, but of all excuses, a cat? "Yeah, and I'm a magical girl from another dimension."

He stepped backwards, letting a sigh. "You don't believe me, don't you?"

I pursed my lips giddily. "If you're persisting you turn into a cat, can I at least assist you to the nearest mental hospital?"

He doesn't seem scary at this point—but I'm still putting up a guard because he's not entirely harmless. I stared at him, admiring his Adonis features and at the same time wondering what I'd do with him. "So, how did you get into my room?"

"Do I have to tell you?" he eyed me frustrated. As if I'm the annoying one here. Excuse me, I'm a poor victim. I need answers!

"Either that or a trip to the police station," I stood my ground.

He ran a finger through his dishevelled hair, groaning. I admit, he looks cute but I'm not that stupid to let this go just because he's cute. "Fine. I met this little brat on the street; she cursed me and at first I thought she was just rambling random shit but when I woke up, I somehow ended up into your home with my hands as white as fur."

"I figured she wasn't joking at all."

"And why did you decide it was rational to sleep beside a poor, vulnerable girl?" I huffed.

"I'm never gonna lay my hands on you," he eyed me, revolted. "—you're the most boring and plain looking girl I've ever met."

It was like a dagger struck through my chest. I gave him hurtful look. You just insulted my pride as a girl. This guy is cute, but has the harshest tongue. Total turn off. "Excuse me?! That was nice of you, really."

"Alright, so I heard "your totally believable story", can you leave now?" I raised a brow at him. "—go home."

"I ain't going home," he cursed. "—I'm staying here."

"Excuse me?! This is my home, my room and my rules," I stated out. "—you're a stranger for goodness sake and a cat to put up with your delusions."

"What's your name?" he totally ignored me.

"Why should I tell you?"

"Because I'll be living here, it's a common sense to know one's roommate," he sees my frowned look and rolls his eyes. "—I'm Marco Diaz."

That sounds familiar. It's like I've heard of that name somewhere but I don't know where. "My name's Tarzan."

He arched a brow, mused. "Alright, I'll call you Bimbo."

"Bimbo?"

"Tampon girl? Cockroach Panty? I've got a couple more," he mischievously replied.

"I'm Star," I mutter.

"And I'm sun, sure."

"My name is Star you dimwit!"

"So bimbo----"

"Star," I rephrased.

"Anyway, about the----"

I cut him off. "Are you even listening?!"

"—curse I've told you," I totally gave up. He's never going to listen. "—I need your assistance."

"About what?" I frowned.

"Find me an attractive girl," he ordered, then headed back to my BED and laid himself comfy. "—and as fast as you can. I want to get rid of this wretched curse."

"Why should I listen to you?"

"Because I'll leave the moment I'll get rid of this darn spell," he eyed me lazily. "—consider yourself lucky. Girls would be flocking and wanting to be at your position."

"How about you do it yourself?" I crossed my arms. "—you said it yourself. Any girl would seize this chance, so how about you pick a random one."

He clicked his tongue. "I don't like pathetic women. And if I did, they'd be bragging to everyone about how I kissed their petty ass."

"A kiss?"

"Yes, it's like where your lips touch with one another, ever heard of it?" he muttered sarcastically.

"I know that!" I blushed. "—I meant to say why do you need to kiss them."

"Part of my curse," he murmured, staring at the posters that I pasted on my sky blue walls. "—basically I have to find someone who loves me and kiss them."

"Couldn't you have done it yourself?"

"Are you stupid?" he narrowed his eyes at me. "—obviously those bimbo's only want to get in my pants. Is that considered love for you."

Good point. "Alright. I'll help you," I replied. "—but please go home."

"I told you I'm not going home," he said with finality.

I raised a brow. "Then genius, tell me. Where are you going to sleep? I suppose you could sleep by the cage where our dog used to live."

He chortled, eyeing me sourly. "Very funny."

"What?" I say innocently, trying to mask my smirk. "—I can even offer you some bowls for you to eat and a blanket for warmth."

"Star!" my mother yelled from downstairs. "—are you eating or not? I'll be giving these to the cat if you won't."

I stare at him in shock. "You're the cat she's talking about, aren't you?"

He smiled smugly, lifting his hands on his head and replied. "The only one, babe."

I scrunched my nose, looking at him in disgust for calling me babe; the second most revolting nickname you could ever call someone—baby would be number one in my list but still. "A'ight, suit yourself. I'll be downstairs."

"Food."

"What?" I scowled.

"I need to eat woman!"

"Well that's your problem," I slammed the door shut behind me.

Tch. Ungrateful hot bastard. I swear this is just the beginning of my nightmare.

June 16, 2020

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