"Are all men such jerks or am I just a jerk-dude magnet?"
Pia expectantly looked at me as if she really expected me to answer that question.
"Former."
Now, I'm not a man-hater. I don't think that all men are jerks. Just some exceptional chosen ones. But I told Pia what she needed to hear at the moment.
"Chill, Pia, it's not that big of a deal." I tried to assure her while tucking my bangs behind my ear. A moment later, I decided against it and pulled them out in the front.
"Not that big of a deal?!" She looked at me in disbelief. "What's your next advice, huh?! Oh Lighten up Pia, people have it worse than you or something painfully generic like Cheer up, Pia! It's a bad day not a bad life." She shot me a glare.
"Yeah I was gonna say all that next." I deadpanned. "But good to know you're all set with advices." I blew out a breath of relief.
Catching my sarcasm, she scowled at me and I grinned at her.
"You don't understand," Pia abruptly burrowed her head in her hands and groaned in mortification. "It's so embarrassing and kinda humiliating if you actually think about it."
"Brace yourself, I'm going to give you another mind-blowing advice," I paused for a dramatic effect and turned to look her in the eye. "Just stop thinking about it."
"Oh Neena, how could I ever repay you for these life-changing advices." She snorted, looking bored out of her mind.
I fiddled with the ends of my wavy-soft caramel brown hair.
It was one of those day. One of those Good Hair Day! And that too, without any hair products or styling with heat. It seemed magical but I know it was Vedika's hair massage. It did wonders to my hair. I swear, that girl got some magical hands, she was like a fairy masseuse.
"Who the hell does he think he is anyway?"
My lips quirked at Pia's outrage. "Maybe he already had enough guests and he just didn't want another." I tried to take a different reproach.
Another Monday, another chapter of Pia and her weird neighbour's tale. Apparently, this weekend Pia's dude had a house party. He invited everyone from her floor except her. Apparently, Pia thinks he did that on purpose so when Pia tried to crash his party. Dude actually shut the door, right in her face. And that warm welcome pissed her off.
"Nineteen." She raised her palms. "There were total nineteen people, I counted them myself."
The eerily way she said that she reminded me of Uncle Vernon from Harry potter when he was counting gifts for his bratty son, Dudley.
Dudley: How many are there?!
Uncle Vernon: 36, counted them myself.
Dudley: 36?! But last year, last year I got 37!
Dude got 36 presents then gets to visit the zoo and still throws tantrum about the statistics of the presents.
"You hear me, Neena?"
"Huh?"
"Wow, you're not even listening to me."
"Of course, I am." I lied, blinking blanky. Stop binge-watching Harry Potter every other week, Neena!
"I'm just not convinced by your tone," I tried to cover up. "You should say it again but this time in a more resolved way."
She narrowed her eyes at me and I bit my lip, ready for her to call me out on my bullsh*t.
"You're right." Her face changed into firm resolution. "I know he did that on purpose. If he wants war then that's what he'll get."
Well, I wasn't expecting that but I guess that's what we're doing now.
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Boss-y Boyfriend
Humor"Where do you think you're going?" I froze. "Turn around." I didn't move. "Turn . the . f*ck . around." Something in his voice told me, to stop messing around, to surrender. I de-freeze myself and turned around in a deliberately slow pace. His hard...
