A cute but tragic romcom between an introvert guy Ethan who wants to be a musician and angelica reed who is a famous girl in his campus. Ethan has a huge crush on Angelica like every other guy. As he tried to get close with her, his life changed dra...
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Derek stared at me, his eyes narrowing in confusion. I could feel my heart skip a beat. "What is he doing here?" he asked, his voice tinged with disbelief.
His dad, Mr. Davis, looked between us, raising an eyebrow. "He's the new guy I hired. Why? Do you guys know each other?"
I opened my mouth to speak, but Derek beat me to it, a smile spreading across his face as he walked over to me, slinging his arm around my shoulders. "Oh yeah, he's my college friend," Derek said, his tone overly cheerful. "I know him very well, right, Ethan?"
I forced a smile, trying to match his energy. "Oh, yeah, haha," I replied, feeling the weight of his arm on my shoulder, more like a warning than a gesture of friendship.
Mr. Davis seemed pleased. "That's great! Together, you both can take care of the shop. I believe in you guys," he said, giving us a nod of approval before heading towards the door. "The other guy will come at 5:00. You can't sleep till then, Ethan. I don't want the store getting robbed."
With that, he left us alone in the store, the door closing behind him with a soft chime. The moment he was out of sight, Derek burst into laughter, pulling his arm away from me. "C'mon dude, are you in love with me or something?" he teased, his voice dripping with mockery.
"What do you mean?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.
"I mean, leave me alone for a second. Why do you always keep following me everywhere?"
I sighed, running a hand through my hair. "I really didn't know this was your dad's shop, otherwise I would never have taken the job here."
Derek raised an eyebrow, his smirk growing. "Looks like it's expensive to hang out with my ex, so you had to get a job here, huh?"
"It's not what you think," I replied, trying to keep my cool. "I want to buy a new guitar. That's why I'm doing this job."
"Oh, what happened to your old guitar?" Derek asked, his tone laced with sarcasm, the smirk never leaving his face.
I clenched my jaw, feeling the frustration rise. "Let me do my work," I said, trying to brush him off.
"Listen, dude," Derek said, stepping closer, his voice dropping to a more serious tone. "My dad is the owner here, so am I. You have to be respectful, understand?"
I looked him in the eye, my frustration bubbling just beneath the surface. "Yeah, I got it."
He raised an eyebrow, as if expecting something more. "Ah, what now?" I asked, my patience wearing thin.
"Say the words," he demanded.
I bit my tongue, trying to suppress my irritation. "Okay, sir, I will be careful."
Derek laughed, clearly enjoying his little power trip. "That's a good Ethan. Now listen, in the next few days, I have my boxing championship, and it's so important to me. It's my last chance to prove to my dad that I can choose boxing as a career, and I don't want to ruin this. So, I can't help you with the store work for the next few days 'cause I have to practice 24/7. So you better take charge of everything. Got it?"
