A Fiend as a Friend

Chapter 3

I chuckled dryly. "Instead of you to be apologizing on your knees, you're here telling me nonsense."

"Lady, I don't have either the time or the luxury to start arguing with you over who is wrong or right. How much should I hand over to you?"

I laughed, not because this was funny but because he was talking stupidly. "I don't need your money, so-"

"Then, this discussion is over." He bent his head slightly and opened his car door. I watched him enter the car, close the door and start the engine. I was too shocked to do anything. How could someone talk so arrogantly after hitting another person's car?

I ran to my car, started my engine and waited for him to reverse. Once his front was clear, he zoomed away. Then, I followed him. I couldn't stand his behavior.

Surprisingly, he stopped his car after about two minutes of me following him. I stopped too and watched him step out of his car. He just looked really familiar, but I couldn't pinpoint where it was that I had seen him.

I got down from my car to meet up with him. He was glaring at me, his eyes ice cold. I almost wanted to walk back to my car in fear, but I just couldn't stand his attitude.

"Do you like me, lady?" he asked, walking faster towards me.

I laughed, again. "Are you kidding me?  Why would I like someone so annoying like you? "

"Are you a stalker then? "

I licked my lower lip and turned to look at him eye to eye. "You hit my car, dude. I'm following you because you have no manners. I need you to apologize, right now.

He clapped his hands and smiled widely. "Good act, miss. You are the one that needs to go back to driving school. I'm sure you've heard of something called hoot your horn around bends to make an oncoming vehicle informed."

"You didn't hoot either!" I screamed, pointing my middle finger at him angrily.

"I actually did. It's just that your elf shaped ears didn't hear that", he said coolly.

I began to breathe heavily. This guy was annoying every part of my body. "You're sick", I managed to say.

"You look sick, miss." He moved closer to me and then, he placed his hand on my forehead. "And you're burning too.  Should I get you some medicine?"

He was mocking me and that was making me angrier. "Get your filthy hands off my head this instant."

He chuckled and removed his hands. Then, he blew on his hands. "I even got dust on my hands. Lady, you need a bathe."

I swallowed hard. "You!"

"Oh, you want to tell me how handsome I am? Nah, never mind, many people have told me that. No, I have to be specific. Many ladies have told me that. I'm Mike Blake, nice meeting you."

"Mike Blake?"

"Yes. Oh, you know me now? Yeah, I'm  the famous guy, Mikey."

It was there I started remembering him. I didn't remember his face, but his voice that had an amazing power of belittling someone. He was the one that told me that my song was terrible. "Oh, you!"

He smirked at me. "Yeah, I'm sure you're feeling sorry now. But don't worry, I won't hold your behavior against you. Have a nice day." He waved and walked to his car, leaving me shocked.

For the second time, I watched him drive off, unable to do a thing. Now, I just hoped he didn't remember me, because that would ruin my chances of getting employed. I cringed at the thought of working with someone so cocky as him. I sighed and walked back to my car, wishing I could just disappear.

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When I got home, I felt so relieved that my parents weren't there. I just fell on a close chair and stared at the ceiling, thinking of all the things that had happened to me within the course of the day.

I sighed exasperatedly. Just then, I felt the presence of someone beside me. I turned around quickly, fear enveloping me completely.

"Felicia!" my ten year old brother, not blood related though said, smiling widely.

I jumped to my feet and glared at him.  "Don't you have better things to do? I had a long day today and the last thing I need is a brat like you disturbing my peace. "

I watched as his face fell. "You had a long day?"

"Yes. So, get that into your head and get the hell out of here", I spat. I eyed him before sitting back on the chair. He was just so annoying. Sometimes, I wondered what my parents saw in him.

"Felicia, I-"

"Don't you dare Felicia me, little boy. Just go and play like you usually do. Can't I have some space in my house anymore?" He looked like he would cry but that didn't make me less angry, in fact, it made me feel better, sort of

"I kept some of the cookies mom got for me for you. I left them on the table in the kitchen."

I rolled my eyes. Was he trying to make me feel sorry? "Just go away."

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