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PROBLEM XXII | Apology
"You're an idiot, you know that?"
He rolled his eyes, "Pass me the water, will you?"
I groaned in frustration, passing him a glass of water, "Are you even listening to me?"
He looked at me, "Ofcourse," He replied, his eyes caught on the television before him. "Really? What did I just say?"
He gave me a blank look, "I don't know. I wasn't listening."
"Of course you weren't! Do you know how serious this is?" I asked, my eyes narrowed. He rolled his eyes, "I told you I'm sorry. What else do you want me to say?"
"Sorry doesn't cut it!" I snapped. He sighed, "I know, okay? It was reckless of me to cross the street, that's what you want to hear?" He said, sarcasm lacing his words, "There, I said it."
"She didn't mean that Justin, and you know that," Andy said, who had been sitting in the corner quietly, watching the scene unfold. "Then what is it?" Justin asked, his brows furrowed.
I threw my hands up in exhaustion, "You've got to be kidding me!" I exclaim, "You know what, I give up," I said, slamming the door shut on my way out. I was fuming. I was pissed. How dare he drink after I told him what he had done?
I stomped my way back home, looking like a lunatic. When I reached home, there was a hunched over figure on the porch of the house. The figure wore a blue tee and khaki pants. I reached closer, now hovering over him. "What are you doing here?" I asked, as I recognized the person on my porch.
"I came to talk HoneyCakes," He said. I grit my teeth at the name. "Don't call me that. What do you want?"
He rolled his eyes, "I'll call you whatever I want. And as I said, I came to talk." I rolled my eyes, "When you have your own name for me why steal someone's else'?"
He huffed, "Fine, C Lian," He said. I sighed, "I still don't understand what you want Ryan," I said, opening up the door to my house. "To talk," He said.
I scowled, "Yeah, you said that already. What about?" Ryan entered the house, as though he owned it. "I didn't ask you to come inside, y'know?"
Ryan shrugged, "I already knew you didn't have manners. You should learn C Lian," He said, propelling down on the sofa. He raised his index finger, "Manner number one, Do not keep a guest on the doorstep. It's rude as fuck."
I huffed, "Whatever Ryan, I really am not in the mood for you right now. You should get out of here."
He lifted an eyebrow, "Oh Highness, Would you prefer Houston more?" Glaring at him, I muttered profanities under my breath, "No Ryan. I would prefer to be alone. I have a lot of shit on my mind, and of course, I don't want to talk to you."
