Planned To Perfection

Chapter 4~ Trouble Maker

Remi's P.O.V

After trying my best to capture his attention which wasn't successful; I rubbed my chin in deep thought. What am I going to do to make him wanna talk to me?

Ohh yes!

I went over to the bar and grabbed a champagne glass, and purposely dropped it. It fell to the ground with a loud smash, splinters of frosted and immaculaely designed glass. It was everywhere. It looked expensive too.

Hehe.

"Oops. Sorry about that." I snickered. Nevertheless, his eyes were still on his phone. His eyes were fixated. He looked like he was in a trance. How can someone be so unaware of their surroundings? I guess he really doesn't care.

I hit my foot in the cupboard in an atempt to get his attention. I faked cried. He didn't even glance in my direction. I sighed and inwardly pouted.

Ha!

Then it hit me, a brilliant idea.

I deviously smirked and went over to the bar. I took out a Smirnoff. I popped the cover and took a sip but to an onlooker it would seem as if I chugged down the whole bottle. I stood there for about five minutes holding my head down. After that, I staggered over to him.

I fell on the sofa beside him but he didn't budge. I started to poke him, still no response. I started giving him small slaps on his cheeks.

"Say something I'm giving up on you..." I sang reluctantly. He slapped my hands away "Ouch!" I pouted. He slapped me now it's time to get my revenge.

Hehe! Karma is a bitch.

I took liquor in my hand and poured it onto his head, and that did it all.

The moment I've been waiting for.

He heaved a sigh. He suddenly put down his phone. His nostril flaring, I looked into his eyes and my eyes trailed over his features. My eyes hesitantly snapped away from his lips. They were quivering, I didn't know if he was cold or just really angry but I knew right away when he closed his eyes tightly.

I got up and just started running like a mad woman high on sugar. I ran and screamed, I could hear him. His heavy footsteps against the floorboards. I ran up the stairs almost severing my foot and as I turned the corner. I came in contact with something hard and I fell onto my butt. I rubbed my forehead looking up to see Stacy-ann looking down at me. She had some guns in her hand. They must've been the cause of the bump on my forehead.

As I got up and was about to plead for her help he appeared from behind. His head wet and his shirt damp. "You little tramp!" He shouted.

I looked at Stacy-ann for help. She looked confused. "Hold up. What's going on here? "

"Long story short. He ignored me and I dumped beer on his head. Now he's trying to kill me. HELP!" I hid behind her.

She rolled her eyes. "Lucas, no fighting, hitting, bruising, brushing, breathing or slapping her. Remi, apologize and make up." Then she walked away leaving us there. It looked like he was gonna burst.

"Hehe, sorry dear. The beer bottle slipped." I pinched his arm and modelled away leaving him there, fuming. Then I started singing again, just to drive him over the edge, but then again he couldn't do anything. Boss' orders. "Is it too late now to say sorry? 'Cuz 'am missing more than just your body. Oooh ooh ooh ooh." I dragged a finger along the wall and swung my hips to the lyrics. But then I turned around and said one last thing.

"Goodnight love." Pun intended.

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I opened the door and saw my mom who was siting around the table playing cards with a short, chubby lady who had straight black hair cut into a bob.

"Hi." I greeted as I stood the door looking over at them.

"Hello baby girl." My mom smiled lovingly at me. "This is my friend, Anna."

Anna waved and I nodded acknowledging her existence. My mom got up and gave me a hug.

"Am going upstairs mom. I'm tired." I kissed her cheek and went to my room. I took a shower and changed into basic grey sweatpants and a yellow spaghetti strap crop top. I turned off the lights and went to bed. As I drifted off to sleep, the memory of an angry Lucas popped into my head. I smiled and fell into into a deep slumber.