Another Serving of Attitude, Anyone?

The Klutz and The Idiot

"Hey, Aunty G? I was just heading out to the store, you need anything? And... hey, who's the klutz standing outside?" Bradley asked as he walked into the room and I couldn't help but notice that he snuck a peek at me when he pretended to adjust the hemline of his jeans.

Yes, I was still rooted to the ground where we had just collided and I was still waiting, for what? I have no clue. He had just called me a klutz and I was still curious to know what came out from his mouth next.

"No, dear. I have no idea what you are talking about. I've got all I want, but maybe when you stop by the store, you could get me some flowers for Ane...oh, have you met our new friend? She was just on her way out when you walked in. Wait...did you just call my new daughter a klutz? What did you say now, Bradley James?" She asked, and I soon found out that I had been the so called klutz. Sigh. Now everyone knows, why not make a public confession?

"Wait...daughter? What are you talking about?" He asked, clearly appalled by what she had just said. "You suddenly found your long lost kid? I thought you didn't even get married?" He was still absorbing the shock.

My, my dear. You're not observant at all, are you? Remember when I told you I was adopting, well yes. I wasn't playing the fool, Bradley." She did not let out any sign of despair at my apparent 'klutz' situation. "Oh, so now you're taking in the homeless?" he asked, showing no sign of backing down.

So, this Bradley who appears everywhere is really just another spoilt rich kid? Suddenly, I'm guessing this addition is not indeed a love interest to my fairytale but just a twist in the story to see how I cope with stuck up losers. I mean, has he no remorse? He practically called me a homeless stranger. Ouch, yes. That does sting a bit.

"Now, Bradley. Don't be like that. Have I not brought you up with manners? Now, go say you're sorry to the poor girl. You know, she's your age and has far more etiquette that you do." She was now angry at Bradley, whatshisface. And did she just say he was my age? Sixteen, that's not possible, I could've sworn he was at least 20...but maybe I didn't get a good look.

"I'm sorry, Aunt Gwen. It's just a little surprising. I didn't actually think you were serious about it." He showed a little guilt, but I was sure it was all an act he put up before his aunt. "Now, I know young girls, and she's probably still out there, listening to every word you said, so you better hurry up." I saw her shoo him out as I snuck a peek from the corridor.

Wait, he's coming out here? Shoot, I got to leave now. I rushed to the elevator, happy not hearing any footsteps behind me. Then I got into the lift, pressed for floor 1 and just as the elevator doors were about to close, two hands held the door, forcing it to open.

And lo and behold, it was no one else other than Prince Charming himself. He smirked as he got into the elevator and hit the ground floor button. The doors closed and he leaned against the back of the lift wall, which also happened to be a mirror, all the while twisting the keys in his hand. Isn't he supposed to be apologizing? Not secretly mocking me on the inside. I hate to come clean but I silently checked him out as well.

Yes, he looked pretty young indeed, his light brown hair covering his left eyebrow when he bowed down. He had high cheek bones like his aunt and was not that bad looking. He was okay, I guess. Okay, maybe a bit better than okay. But like what they say, don't judge a person by their cover. I bet his heart's rotten.

All I knew was that this 30 second elevator ride wasn't going to be a comfortable one. I was constantly shifting my feet, wishing that I was invinsible. Then as the doors slid open to unveil the first floor, I got out, putting an end to my misery.

"Hey, you. Wanna go for a ride?" He called out just before stopping the elevator doors from closing with his hands. I turned back, looking confused as he stood there, still holding the doors open. "Yes, you. You." he said and jabbed his index finger at me. "Umm, thanks but no thanks," I said, glad to refuse his offer.