Passion Plundered

Chapter Five

Tzuyu's POV

Twenty-four hours of self-therapy, of convincing myself that what happened the previous day hadn't happened at all.

That all goes down the drain when I look across the massive pool and my eyes meet intense hazel ones, shamelessly looking me over with approval.

Among all the people, the whole lot of them, my stupid eyes had decided to land on what made my tummy flip and what made the joints in my knees momentarily useless.

Even as I had been getting ready to come here for the barbeque, my subconscious had been praying that I wouldn't see Sana here.

But here she was. Looking so hot. It was sinful.

"Honey, are you sure you don't want to stay with us?"

I almost forgot about my parents as they stood on either side of me, my mother looking a little too nervous.

I tore my eyes away from Sana and subtly placed my palms against my cheeks in an attempt to hide the blush that obviously showed.

"Don't worry, mother. No one's going to eat me alive."

"Tell that to the hungry stares that are coming your way."

I rolled my eyes at her and turned to my dad, making sure to avoid bumping gazes with a specific pair of hazel ones.

"Dad, would you please talk to her?" I said as I looked up at him. He seemed a little distracted, but I figured maybe he was also worried for no reason like my mother.

In the next second, I was pulled away from my parents by an excited Lisa.

"Hello, Mr and Mrs. Chou," Lisa said, not even waiting for a reply from them before rushing me back into the mansion.

We half-ran up the stairs, through the wide hallways and into her room.

"What's wrong?" I asked breathlessly as she closed the door.

"Nothing, Miss. Melodramatic. What happened yesterday?"

I rolled my eyes and sighed.

"I'm over it. Now, can we please go back to the barbeque," I said, despite feeling a little uneasy about going back out.

"We're not going anywhere until I'm sure my best friend hasn't suddenly gone insane," Lisa said as she folded her arms.

"I haven't gone mad. It was only a little tantrum, that's all."

"Little? Apparently you have to beg to be drilled harder. And apparently you don't think just because Sana looks good doesn't mean she can say whatever she wants. What does that even..."

"Okay! It wasn't little. I just had an episode, you know I have those sometimes."

"I do. But none like that one."

I wasn't planning on dwelling on this matter for too long before I'd have a panic attack over realizing that it couldn't be erased.

"Lisa, for my sake, can we please forget about it?"

Lisa sighed and shrugged. "I can easily forget it, but Sana won't."

And just like that, Lisa left me alone in her room, a mischievous smile playing across her face.

I stood in the middle of her room, debating on whether to get on a cab back home or head back to the barbeque.

I decided on the former. I'd rather die than have Sana confront me about what had happened the previous day.