The Narcissist

Chapter 12 - VISITORS

I was advised to stay at home to recuperate from my injury. My mother called me everyday, and when she heard I sprained my ankle, she took a day off from work to visit me in my apartment.

She's a workaholic by the way. I know, it was shocking right? Taking a rest day to visit me, ah! I feel loved.

"All those years of wearing high heels and not a single accident from those painful contraptions, and when you decided to run wearing the most used type of shoes a.k.a rubber shoes you go trippin' like you didn't do runway shows." My mother, Matilda kept on with her speech about how unlikely it was for me to get injured.

I sighed. "If I knew you're going to lecture me the whole day, I should have just prevented you from taking a day off."

Her features softened, "What are you saying? I'm your mother. I'm not lecturing you. I just find your accident quite ironic." She explained. "And besides, you don't need to worry, I need to work tomorrow."

I love this workaholic woman!

"I'm glad you're here Matilda. You even took a day off of work, I feel so proud of you!" I pretended to sniff.

She chuckled, "Quit jesting your mother. Anyway, Gorg, I was just curious why you picked martial arts club, of all the clubs you could've joined."

I tensed. Obviously, she didn't know about the incident prior to the freshmen party. Thankfully, I didn't have to explain to her because the door bell rang.

She pushed herself up the couch, "I'll get it."  It's getting boring actually, to stay at home with nothing to do. I'm grateful mom's here.

"Aimee!! What a pleasant surprise! Come in!" I heard mom gushed as Aimee came to view.

"How are you? The whole uni is missing you! Like, they've been bombarding me questions like, why are you not in school." Aimee stated, putting down small cartons of pasta from the paper bag.

"Thanks for bringing me these!!" I exclaimed as I excitedly got one from the table. "And from my favorite pasta house too!"

I felt a hard tap on the back of my head as I prepare to consume the pasta in front of me. "Gorg!! Where are your manners?!!! Offer some to your visitor too." Matilda scolded me.

"Ow!" I complained as I massage the back of my head. "Just tell me if you want one! I would share my food, no need to use violence!"

Another smack on the same spot hit me, courtesy of my mother. "I didn't mean myself! Your other guest, Aimee!" She explained.

Aimee giggled, "It's okay Mrs. A. I brought the food for Gorg."

"I'm not Mrs. Antoinette anymore Aimee. Thank God. Just call me Matilda." My mom instructed. My parents divorced two years ago.

"Yes Miss Matilda." Aimee followed. Mom grinned at her new nickname.

Matilda picked up her purse, "Since Aimee is here, I should get going Gorgeous. The travel is exhausting." She announced patting my shoulder gently.

I nodded waving my other hand as I was still busy eating the pasta Aimee brought. "Bye girls! Behave yourselves. I'll check in on you later, Gorgeous." She then left giving us air kisses.

"Your mom is awesome." Aimee said. "Speaking of awesome! I asked Rhett to come here tomorrow to deliver the notes you've missed while you're absent. I told him I can't do it because I have prior appointments." She squealed.

I think I started choking when I heard the words Rhett, here, and tomorrow. Aimee apologizingly got me a glass of water before continuing.

"I'm giving you a heads-up." She explained.

I'm delighted by her news, I raised my hand towards her for a high-five. "Good job Aims! Perfect!"

She exclaimed, "I know right?!"

We both laughed and giggled excitedly. 

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J