As Time Passes By

Chapter fourteen: Short Confession

I stayed on the same spot for 5 seconds until I finally decided to answer his stupid question.

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Me: Uhh... yeah? Why?

Noah: Who?

Me: I'm talking to him right now

Noah: whoo?

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Oh, sweet Jesus! This dude has an IQ of 10%, and his question burns my skin: 3rd degree. I breathed, trying to maintain my calmness on this young man.

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Me: Don't be stupid

Noah: I'm serious! I don't know who!

Me: U

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I slammed my phone to the counter after I clicked 'send' and adjusted my tie.

This dude has some nerve to play a game with me, which is the most annoying thing I hate in life as a junior.

Then, the door flung open, revealing Layla with tons of bags from different designer stores.

I could see their confused expression etching on their faces as they saw me in a kitchen island wearing nothing but a suit.

"Do you want to get a heart stroke?" Giselle asked while her eyes traveled up and down on me.

"I didn't know she has a mafia daddy and wearing his suit," Layla teased before winking at me and walking upstairs soon after.

After a few hours, both of them finally went out of the guest room.

Surprisingly, they were wearing suits too, which made me question.

"Are you tryna pull somethin'?" I asked with my arms crossed as I watched their heads shooked soon after.

"We just don't want you to look like an outcast in this gathering, okay?" Giselle explained and walked towards the powder room.

"Besides, you look too hot for a thirteen year old to wear a suit," Layla teased before my phone went off.

I checked on the notification soon after, and guess what?: Noah Armstrong sent you a message.

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Noah: Wait, what?

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Just before I could type up and answer, Layla elbowed my arm and signaling me about something.

I looked up and saw my mom, my siblings, and most especially, my papa.

I placed my phone on my pocket swiftly, not wanting to look like I'm having a 'somebody' that appeared to be some kind of partner.

Why? My papa has this strong border of me hanging out with boys or even helping a hand on them.

Because if he sees me doing either of it, I'll be dead meat.

My siblings started clinging onto my pants, trying to catch the tie that was resting on my neck, which was testing my patience. Shit.

Papa was looking at me right in the eyes, feeling his intense gaze slicing my eyeballs. But I remained stern and keeping the same composer in check.

Approximately after 5 hours,

I was sitting across a long table with Papa looking at me across the room while Nama and the other relatives that I never knew the name was chatting like crazy.

Giselle and Layla were both sitting beside me, trying to distract me from just playing the staring contest at Papa.

Just then, my phone went off again. But this time, Layla snatched it away from me and read everything, I mean like, everything.

Layla

Being scanned on your every move is scary as fuck. I could tell Noelle is trying to keep her emotions in check and preventing herself from flipping this table over and make a humiliation on this family.

I heard a phone going off and I knew it was a notification on Noelle's phone.

I sighed in frustration and snatching it off her fingers and reading almost everything that was appearing on the screen.

"Dude, what the hell?" Noelle spoke at me with confusion and frustration cracking on her voice.

The conversation was clear that it was flirting and stuff, and I could tell who this dude is: Armstrong.

Giselle came right behind me and read each chat head she was seeing.

Noelle snatched the phone back with embarrassment etching on her voice as she told us to just give her privacy.

Giselle and I locked eyes after Noelle's attention went to her phone, and she aggressively typed out her keyboard.

I could tell she was mad at us.

"Can we talk?" Giselle nudged me, signaling to walk on a scheduled area.

I quickly nodded on this born bronde haired bitch that was my sister when I'm a fucking radiating dark black haired lady.

But what my mom said: She got the hair color from our father, which we never ever met.

I followed Giselle from behind before finally ending up in the bathroom.

"I followed you just for this?" I asked with annoyance before crossing my arms and sticking out my tongue at her.

"Layla, what the hell did you just pull there?"

"What do you mean?"

Giselle flipped me off after I dared to act all confused.

I chuckled, clearly and amazingly amused by her showing off her middle finger and looking at me with disbelief.

"C'mon, sister. Don't flip me off!" I smirked before grabbing her hand and walking out of that bathroom that only has one toilet and sink.

As we sat back on our spots, I noticed that Noelle was gone and her phone was with her dad.

Shit, something dramatic happened.