chapter 4

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     I freeze for a moment, and then I just turn back to face him. I look him in the eyes with a bit of fear, because I don't know why he stopped me. I ask him "Do you need something?", and he just smirks at me. He then asks me who am I, to which I respond "That's none of your business." He then proceeds to say to me "Your mom looks younger than you." and laughs right after.  I obviously got mad at his comment, because that was just my dad's girlfriend, and my dad definitely does not look as young as his girlfriend. I took his comment as an insult toward me and my "family", so in response, I just slapped him. I knew he was arrogant, just from his looks, but I never knew that I would be a target for him.

     He touches the cheek that was slapped by me and sarcastically says "Ouch, that hurt.". I touch the door handle once again and I get inside. Right after, he comes back from outside and sits down at the table. I then, get asked by a man that sits right beside this arrogant boy, how old am I and what do I do for a living. I tell him that I am only 19 years old and that I am currently working on my book, which I hope will get published. After I finished talking, I can see on this arrogant guy's face that he is trying not to laugh. I look at him with hatred and wishing to leave this place already. He then, asks me what my name is, and obviously, being at the table in front of all these people, I couldn't just ignore his question, so I answered his question.

     - My name is Alma. Lopez Alma. What is yours? , looking at him with some sort of disgust.

     - Interesting name... Alma. My name is Fernando. Sanchez Fernando. Nice to meet you, Alma. , looking at me with an ironic smile.

     - Nice to meet you too Fernando...

     He gets up from the table and says, "Um, me and Alma are going outside a little bit. We'll  be right back. Right Alma?". I look at him confused for a moment, but then play his game. I nod, saying "That's right." and smile, while getting up from the table too and following him outside the restaurant. We stop by a bench out on the street and sit beside him. 

     - Is there a reason why you wanted me to come here with you? , I say.

     - I just wanted to get to know you, chill. Why are you being so rude? Are you not used to make friends or something? , he laughs.

     - That is not the reason why I am being "rude". You were being the one who started insulting me earlier, saying that my "mom" is younger than me. Like, are you dumb? Can you not tell that she is not my mother?

     - I am not dumb princess, I just wanted to mess with you a little, calm down. I didn't mean it. , he says.

     - Yeah, right. Whatever you say. , I reply.

     - So... will you tell me about yourself?

     - I don't think I want to. You seem like a jerk, and I really don't want to be friends with a jerk, especially you.

     - You think I am a jerk just because I said that about your dad's girlfriend? , he asks.

     - To be honest, I really don't care what you say about her, just don't call her my mom. , i respond.

     - Okay then. I take back what I said earlier. Will you forgive me? , he asks.

     - Fine. I forgive you. , I say.

     - Thank you. So, where do you live? , he asks.

     I start telling him about myself and having a nice conversation with him. I slowly start changing my opinion about himself, as he seems a nicer guy and not really arrogant, how I thought. I found out that the older man who asked me about myself was his dad, and the woman beside him was his mom. He told me that his family is rich and that they own the business company called "Prestige". We exchanged phone numbers and Instagram accounts, so we could talk there after we leave. After a while, we saw that it has been almost half an hour since we left from the "dinner" and we both agreed to go inside, so people know we didn't leave and go home or somewhere else. 

     After the "reunion" was over, I waved goodbye to Fernando and when it was time for me, my dad and his girlfriend to leave the restaurant and go home, I asked my dad for a ride, to which he accepted. 

     I got home and texted my mom to make sure she knows I am safe. I went to take a shower and changed into my pajamas, then I went to bed and I fell asleep right away, since I was so tired.

     




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