How do you get back at your childhood tormentor from middle school? To Milana Cavallero, the answer is simple: just crash every party he throws, until his senior year ends. Of course, that's easy when your single dad is a local police officer. Alway...
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GETTING MILANA TO FEEL GUILT makes it easier for her to listen to my commands.
I scrunched my nose up in slight confusion. She is not usually like this, but when it does happen, it's out of fucking nowhere. She's just so. Unpredictable. Majority of the time, she makes me want to throw her out the plane. But in rare times, I felt like treating her like a friend or just an acquaintance — like I wasn't back then.
She got into the car quietly after I instructed her to sit at the back and didn't respond when she asked why. I watched her uncomfortably shifted on the seat as she laid her hand on the armrest and eyed me.
"Are you still mad at me?" It was extremely gentle but it has a worrying tone to it.
"It doesn't matter." I responded bluntly, a small sigh leaving my mouth afterwards.
"I'm sorry, Perez. I didn't mean it." She admitted, making me let out a small breather. I could hear the sincerity in her voice. Milana Cavallero is a girl who's easy to read. At least for me. Or maybe because I'm used to her lying back then. Not once have I ever not caught her lying. If she's Pinocchio, her nose would've touched the sky by now.
"Fucking hell, Tonta. It doesn't matter, it's just words." I grumbled, trying to reveal how irritated I was but I wasn't really that much bothered. But hearing her apologize to me, it felt like I did not deserve any of her apologies. I guess I'm not used to her being nice to me, and honestly it just feels a bit more comfortable when she's not.
"Sorry." She repeated quietly.
I surveyed the rearview mirror for a second, eyeing her weirdly. "Stop saying that, it's fine."
"Okay, sorr-" My head whipped to look at her as she cut herself off with a frown. Facing back towards the road, I resisted the urge to laugh, resulting to a small smirk. This girl is something else tonight. For some reason, I actually do prefer this side of her. Sometimes, a nice Milana needs to be appreciated because that opportunity comes rarely.
"Why am I here?" Her voice made me snap back to reality.
I let out another sigh. "For the hundreth time, I'm sending you ho-"
"I meant, why am I in your backseat — idiot." She cut me off.
"I figured you would be more comfortable this way." I eyed her in the rearview mirror again, back and forth to the road every second. She gave me an annoyed groan, kicking her legs like a child who unfortunately weren't able to buy candies. What in the hell?
"Can you open the sunroof?" She pleaded. Her hands balled into fists.
