Chapter Three|New Found Strength
He looked at me deadly.
Shit, he's gonna hit me back.
I embraced the thought and closed my eyes, preparing for his fists to hit me back.
"Y-you little!----"
"Y-you," I wheezed out. "--y-you shredded something important to me".
"So what? That was just paper, placed some hormonal emotions with no value in the mere future," he coldly shook off.
"You still had no right to do that! That was mine and it was none of your business!" I shouted back at him.
"I can't believe it," he snickered. "--the ugly girl who had a desperate crush on me finally decided to act like some chicklit shit on some story".
"Just because I like you doesn't mean you can treat me like trash," I blinked away my tears. "--I'm still a person unlike you who has no emotions."
"You call being an attention whore infatuation?" he commented.
"You're the most heartless person I've ever met," I croaked. "--no, the most horrible person in the world."
"Am I gonna take that as a compliment?" he jokes without smiling.
"Fuck off Diaz," I splattered.
With a challenging smile he replied. "Let's see about that, Butterfly."
(. .)
I couldn't walk safely towards the comforts of my home.
My mind was floating around, refusing to embrace the fact that I had spoke up to the stone hearted guy.
And when I twisted open the knob, countless of bright lights welcomed me as I squinted my eyes and tried to adapt it's beam.
I caught a hold of my parents furiously dashing back and forth, their clothes were formal than the casual home attire.
Then a thought popped unto my head and shrugged, trying to tip toe my way towards my own room and ignore my mother's soon to be banters about me dressing up and joining their 'business dinner'.
Unfortunately, my mother caught sight of me and instantly grabbed the hem of my skirt.
"Where do you think you're going?" she furrowed her brows at me.
"M-my room?" I stated the obvious. "--my friend treated me to McDonald's and I'm quite fu---"
"Don't test me Star Butterfly," she threatened. "--you can't skip this dinner, it's important".
"It's better if I'm off your hair," I tried to persuade her. "--I don't have any manners and might make you lose business partners'."
"Nonsense," she shut me off and it was final.
And I groaned for the fifth time, dreadingly picking a clothe for myself.
(. .)
"What are you doing here?" I asked, bewildered to the guy making himself at home while crossing his legs.
I know it may seem rude but I can't help it. I mean why is Vincent even here anyway?
"Is that how you treat your guests?" he joked, his endearing teeth brimmed against my eyes.
"Not helping dude," I frowned. "--you don't know how I'm 'delighted' to wear something as 'elegant' as this," I pointed to my fancy clothes and he chortled.
"Sucks to be you," he wasn't helping.
"Yeah, sucks to be me," I grumbled, piqued and plopped my ass beside him.
(. .)
Great. It wasn't only Vincent who made the cameo, but Marco Diaz as well.
It was wonderful, being the middle of two guys--one I adore and one I want to rip it's gorgeous face off just because he sassed me.
My mother was annoying, she was always asking these questions that I didn't want to bother. Frankly, I just want to swallow this meal in front of me and scurry away but no! I had to eat like some bratty girl.
"How was school?" she questioned, trying to get my span of attention, which I will never have.
"Fine, the usual," I answered blandly, fiddling with my potatoes.
"Marco?" she faced Marco.
As if that stuck up asshole would reply anything decent or with respect.
Welp, he nodded.
Slightly.
But it still counts as a response right?
"Lovely Vincent?" she called sweetly that I coughed, almost choking myself.
Vincent gave me a menacing glance before facing my mother with his plastic ass smile. "Perfect. Your daughter never fails to make my day great."
Vincent's mother chuckled, a sly grin plastered on her red lips. "You really fancy Star, don't you?".
Vincent's face turned flushed red, he covered his nose and glared. "N-NO! I-I was just saying that, not that I mean anything romantic or something."
"Would you even accept my son if I dare say," she paused. "--arranged both of you?"
I was about to open my mouth to detest when a thud shook me. Marco stood up from his seat, brashly pushed the chair and excused himself.
My eyes lingered to his back walking further until someone snaps me.
"Star, It's rude to make someone wait," mother reprimanded me and I apologized.
But in the back of my mind I thought,
What was wrong with him?
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Starco The Boy Next Door|COMPLETED✔|
De Todo|C O M P L E T E D| Star Butterfly has had the longest crush on her next door neighbour, Marco Diaz. But things don't go well with her when Marco doesn't want to have anything to do with her or won't acknowledge her own presence. Will Star manage t...
