Deja Vu | 박지민✔

Chapter 3♛

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His words were like venom. I knew that what he said was true. This is the first thing that I had to overcome without my parents by my side to comfort and give me some encouraging words and I end up crying like a baby in public. Then again, he is a stranger. We know nothing about each other's life and he dared to judge me with his cocky looks and his shiny hair.

I don't know how it happened but all I know is that I was blinded by rage by the time my palm met his cheek. He rub his now reddened cheek thanks to me while facing side ways. Instead of feeding my ego of seeing him frightened or even surprised by my action, I realized that there's a wide grin forming on his cherry colored lips.

I didn't let the unexpected reaction from him to baffle me so I spoke, "I know you probably own a lot of money, and have your entire life laid out for you. But attitude and manners always come first prick. If you keep up with this bitchy attitude of yours I'm sure that your boss will fire you in an instant" I chuckled. "Who am I kidding? Both of you have the same personality so why would he want to kick you out of this company huh?"

He turns and lock his gaze with mine. I know he has a lot to say about my behavior. I'm sure of it. But instead of using his mouth like he usually does-rudely if I may add ever since I came here, he just let his eyes do all the talking. He's probably throwing a bunch of curse words at me too. Still, I'm too tired and annoyed to even care at this point for what he have to say about my entire being.

I make sure to roll my eyes at him and bump my shoulder with his forearm since that's the only part of his body that I can reach with this height and make my way to finally exit this hell of a company with my head held high.

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"Stupid Nali and her stupid stilettos plan"

I threw the heels against the wall in frustration and rage. I know I deserve better than to be disrespected than those arrogant people. For me, respect goes both ways, no matter who you are or your status. Do they really think I'll cry myself to sleep just because they rudely rejected me?

I mean yeah for the next couple of days

But the point IS, I have enough allowance to help me get through with whatever God had planned for me for approximately five months. I don't want to ask my parents for some pocket money since the whole reason I wanted to move out here is to survive on my own.

"Shit" I muttered under my breath, surprised when my phone suddenly sets off. I pull it out from my purse and let out a sigh of relief and pure happiness when I realized who called.

"Hey mom!" I beamed happily. The scene that happened to me a few minutes ago were long forgotten when I heard her loving voice through the device.

"Hi honey, how are you settling over there?" she asked and I heard a commotion from her side and I immediately guess that she's probably in the middle of cooking something when she decided to call me.

"I'm doing fine. What are you making?" I asked, genuinely curious as to what she might be craving at this time.

My mother is the kind of parent who always have a planner to keep her days organized. She always make sure to feed our family at 8 a.m. sharp for breakfast, 12 p.m. for lunch and 7 p.m. sharp for dinner. If we, as in me and my father are suddenly hungry after the time we ate, we literally have to fend for ourselves. But it's not always bad.