As Time Passes By

Chapter thirteen: King of Questions

I woke up feeling a heavy glow of light in face: I was having a throbbing headache.

"CRAPPPPP!!!!"

I screamed in anger and pain as I tried to control the dizziness and throbbing emotions pouring out of my brain cells.

Layla came running to the bedroom while Giselle almost slipped on the stairs.

Then, Layla officially almost flew in the air because of the green fur carpet as she went inside.

I sat up and kept rubbing my temples, trying to calm the throbbing headache. I never felt anything like this before.

I don't even experience headaches, only if I have a fever.

Giselle ran to my bedside and splashed the glass of water that was on the nightstand.

"What the hell is going on with you?!" Giselle screamed, demanding an answer.

I wiped my face using the covers, and my headache still wasn't getting any better, but at least the cold water helped.

"Elle, you have to try all your efforts to stop that damn headache!" Layla exclaimed after looking down at her phone: I knew it was something horrible or anything we never liked.

"WHY?!?!" I asked in infinite annoyance, but I knew in just her forehead furrowed while she frowned.

Giselle was silently pouring me another glass of water and handing it to me after a moment.

"Lays, just answer me, please?" I pleaded after drinking the last bits of water and placed it down on the nightstand.

Layla sighed before rubbing the crook of her neck and sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Nama is—"

"Oh, hell nah!"

"Noelle, listen to me!" Layla spoke up in her high Japanese accent.

I don't wanna disappoint her of letting my stubbornness go out of me and disapproving that I don't want to make her talk ever again.

Layla sighed while I just sat there, signaling her that she could talk with that pretty little mouth of hers.

"Elle, ANOTHER. FAMILY. GATHERING." She snapped her fingers at every single word that made me want to go on the balcony and shout to the top of my lungs until my vocals give up.

I rolled my eyes and got to my feet, feeling the hard wooden floor under me.

I took 5 long seconds to finally decide to move from one spot before Giselle's eyes would pop out from the confusion and the urge to push me out of stupidity.

I pinched the bridge of my nose before walking towards the door of the walk-in closet.

"Just.. do the things and get the things you need before we all go back to the 1500s elegance."

I blurted before walking inside the huge closet, slamming the door and locking it.

I heard the front door close after a few minutes. It was clear that Layla and Giselle left for tonight.

I hate family gathering, especially when all of them force me to participate in their random conversations and be addressed as the 'perfect' example of the Nichols.

Is eating vegetables and smiling at almost everyone a sign of a 'perfect example'? Well, no.

I don't believe that. And that's too worthless to be called 'perfect' and being pushed to like a guy and become his #1 until we get married.

But honestly, I hate marriage and having kids. But, it's family!

This generation must stay and continue until 5046 and will survive the end of the world or else I'm killing myself.

I got up from the floor and opened the large closet,

and revealed the shining mini dresses and French style attires that were carefully placed on each hanger.

Instead of a dress, I grabbed a suit that made me look like a mafia bitch that was wearing her husband's work attire.

But, I don't give a shit if I wear this because it's MY decision.

After a few minutes in the bathroom,

I finally went out with the suit's fabric, clinging onto my curves beautifully as I walked out.

I fixed my hair to a simple half up, half down ponytail and placed the prettiest thing of all:

a cute little clip with a dog on it.

Ye, I'm a dog person with the craziest attitude that always prayed to God that one day she would own a German Shepherd who never poops. LOL.

I stepped out of the room after I fixed my onyx tie that was now currently resting on my neck. I went downstairs and onto the kitchen island to grab a single banana.

I took out my phone, and a slight smile appeared on my face as I opened messenger.

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Noah: Noelle? Are you still asleep?

Me: Just woke up a few hours ago, actually :) How'd you doin'?

Noah: Doin' great as always. By the way, I have a question

Me: Hm?

Noah: Do you like anyone?

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I looked at the conversation for a second, trying to process how a dumbass he actually is.

Of course I like someone! And it is him!

How the hell is he this dumb than me thinking that the simplest algebra quizzes are just about subtracting and adding,

and you get the right answer without simplifying?

God, Jesus! This dude is getting on my nerves!