👧Tajea POV 👧
On my way home, I called Regina and told her everything that occurred between me and that scumbag.
How dare that bastard try to manhandle me? He's lucky I didn't slit his throat. If it wasn't for Regina's sake, I'd probably disembowel him like a fish.
Anyway, Regina left whatever the heck she was doing and came barging into my place.
"You barely started working and already got fired," Regina began scolding me. But she can say anything. She didn't have to work with that jackass. "You need to go back right now and ask for your job."
"No way I'll do that," I barked at her.
"Don't be so unreasonable, Taj."
"I'm being unreasonable." I scoffed. Unbelievable. "You are the one telling me to kiss that prick's butt for a job. I'd rather die."
She sighed. "What am I going to do with you?" Regina took out her cell phone and called Ms. Radnor. They conversed for about thirty minutes before she hung up the phone.
"Good news, I've managed to get your job."
"Thank you, but I'm not going back." Before she could complete her statement, I cut her off.
"Yes, you are," she insisted with her hands perched at her waist, looking like a furious mother hen.
"No. I'm not," I protested like a rebellious teenager.
"Yes, you are, and that's final!" After a minute of silence, she took a breath and said, "You need that job. So stop being stubborn."
"I can find another one," I bragged.
"And when is that?" She asked.
"I'll start looking around today in the papers," I lied. She and I know darn well I won't do that.
"No, you won't. You darn lazy ass," she snorted. What did I tell you?
"Whatever." I rolled my eyes.
"Girl, you need to control that temper of yours, or else you will forever be unemployed."
"Don't you think I did? But that prick was asking for it. I wasn't going to stand by and let him diss me."
She shook her head and sighed. "Come, we are going back to Ms. Radnor's house."
"No, we are not," I interrupted.
"You will apologize," she continued.
"No. I won't."
"I'm not asking. Now get up before I haul you there myself."
"You're lucky that I love you." I grumbled.
"I love you too. Now let's get going."
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A few minutes later, Regina and I arrived at that hell house where the devil in flesh resided.
Ms. Radnor greeted Regina first, then me. I behaved well and was nice when greeting her. After all, she's not the one I'm angry at; it's that scumbag of a son she gave birth to.
Why did she?
He was stationed on the couch, looking dissatisfied. His face looked as if it were wrung tightly by a wrench.
Ugh, the sight of him makes me want to vomit blood. Commit murder.
"Nik Anthony," Ms. Radnor called her son in that serious, motherly voice. "Tajayah is here. Come apologize to her right now." I'll ignore the fact that she spoiled my name again. But it's Tajea!
"To her? For what?" He acted rudely. "The crazy b*tch should be the one apologizing."
"And you are a scumbag," I retorted. I can't stand by and let that prick insult me.
"Enough, you two!" Ms. Radnor silenced us both. "You two won't leave here until you make up."
"What?" The jackass and I uttered at the same time. I'm ashamed and upset that we agreed on something.
"Mother, you can't be serious. I'd rather die a horrible death," Mr. Prick said to Ms. Radnor.
"Please do," I commented, and Regina pinched me so hard to hush me up. Dang, that hurt.
"Stop being a drama queen, boy," Ms. Radnor addressed her scum of a son. "Man up and apologize to the lovely young lady already."
"But Ma—"
"No, but, boy." Ms. Radnor cut him off. Humph, mama's boy. She then said to Regina, "Girl, let's go to the spa while these two sort out their issues."
"That's a good idea." Regina agreed. And before she left with Ms. Radnor, she said to me, "Be on your best behavior." And if you think of leaving when I leave, I'll just drag your ass back here."
Whose idea is it to leave me alone with this scumbag? This is a terrible idea.
By the way, why am I still here? I could just leave since no one is here smothering me to stay. But Regina will just nag me and drag me back here. You heard her just now.
Not to mention, she worked so hard to get me this job.
Well, maybe not hard. However, she knew how badly I needed a job to get back on my feet again. That is why she got me this job. And I'd be ungrateful and a b*tch if I lost it because of this big sore on my ass. This pain in my neck. This jackass, Nik Scumthony. Well, I lost it, and she got it back. Whatever.
Alright, I've decided to be the bigger person and apologize to the dirty scum. Here goes. "Even though I don't mean this, I'm sorry for almost cutting your throat open and calling you names you deserve."
"Is that even an apology?" He snarled.
Breathe girl.
Who am I kidding? That's not working. "Take it or leave it."
"You can have your job back. And just know that I'm doing this because Mother asked me to. But I hate you being here."
"The feeling is mutual. But my friend found me this job, so I can't disappoint her. Therefore, I have to play nice with a serpent like you. Though I might live to regret it."
"Are we done here?" He got all rude and nasty. My mistake. He is rude and nasty.
"Did we ever start?" I retorted. See, this boy is asking for a smackdown.
"I'm out of here." He got fed up and geared up to leave.
"Good riddance," I hissed. Men are such a pain.
"On that, we can agree," he replied, then left the house.
Grrr. I hate that prick. It took all my might not to bash his face in. Sigh. Deep breath. Maybe some chores will help calm me down.
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TEACH ME NOT 2 HATE LOVE
RomantizmTwo people who have been burned one too many times by love developed strong feelings for each other. However, due to their past betrayals and painful experiences, they are afraid to get close to each other. Afraid to undergo the agony called love. W...
