Chapter 2-meet dad's fiancé

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Catherine pov's

I kept on sneezing. I wonder where was I. It's cold here and I'm pretty sure I'm not in the fridge. Because that's not possible.

I was tired to wake up, but I was cold and I'm not used to it. I wake up and my head bumped on something and I fell down.

"What the hell?" I swear. I look up and I realise I was under a table and I obviously fell from the chair.

I pushed the chair hard and escape from under the table. I stand up and I saw Nicole sitting and looking at my work.

"Why the hell you put me in there?" I asked angrily. He shrugged. "how does it feel?" he asked me coolly. 'fucking hurt like hell' "You wanna know? why don't you try it and find it out?" I said sarcastically. "Naa..I'm good." he said calmly.

"What are you doing with my work?" I asked curiously as I saw him writing something on my...Shit. ESSAY!

"Give it to me." I demand him. He smirk and shook his head. "No." I glare dagger at him. "Give it." I grit.

"Or else?" he challenged. "Trust me, darling. You'll never gonna like it." I said and raise my eyebrows.

"Let me guess, you're going to run to your momma and cry?" he said and quirk an eyebrow.

Oh he crossed the line. Nobody talks about my mom. My face was fierce and my eyes were darken. I jumped up and slide to the side and attack him. He end up below me.

"The hell. Get off of me!" he said. I was boiling hot, but I felt warm since I was cold just now. "Don't talk about my mom nor my dad. Got it?" I said coldly.

I hold his wrists up to his head and my face lean closer to him. "No shit, sherlock." I huffed and get off of him.

I packed up my things and rushed to the exit. I walked fast straight to the hall way and so I decided to go home and play with Percy Jackson my cat a.k.a PJ.

• • • • 》Home

"You don't understand. He's so annoying."

"Meow."

"He followed me everywhere."

"Meow"

"Okay umm how bout he talk about my mom?"

"Meoooow" PJ jumped off of me. I gasped.  "You're not listening! No dinner for you HAH! giving me with your cute face doesn't work anymore." I scolded my cat.

He then gave me his cute face. "Aww mommy sorry. Mommy gonna give you food." I can't believe I fell for it. Why are you so cute? I hate you.

I went to my living room, play my music and start doing my break dance skills. I fell hard as I heard my phone buzz. I look at the call ID and it's dad. I sighed and picked up.

"Hey, What's up dad?"

"Sylvia. Come home now."

"Why?"

"Don't say no. Come now. Fifteen minutes. starts now." he hung up. Shit. I ran up stairs and get a quick shower.

When I finished showering, I ran to my room and find dress. My dad doesn't like me looking in pair of jeans. In fact he doesn't know I changed my name. I took my black dress and my white stiletto heels.

I ran to my garage and unlock my sport car. I put Mr. PJ on the passanger seat and put on safety belt around his belly. I was left with seven minutes. I start my engines and drove off fast.

• • • • 》My real home

"...3.....2.....1..ding dong." I saw my dad at the door frame with his arm crossed. I was holding Mr. PJ on my chest and looked up.

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