Chapter 8 - Argument

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That day I heard Angie and Vilu talking and Vilu invited her for dinner. I didn't mind that at all because I wanted her at my house again. I still don't know why did she move out anyway and maybe now I can finally hear a proper answer...

After the lunch today I felt more close to Angie since she told me many things about herself that I've never known about her before... I got to know about another side of her... And I was happy about it...

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I sneaked home, throwing my bag with Jeremias' stuff in my office and closed the door when suddenly I heard Vilu and Angie talking...

- Well, he seems to like you, Angie - said Violetta cheekily.

- I don't know, Vilu... - Angie sighed - I barely know him yet...

Who are they talking about?

- You two were even singing together! That should mean something!

I guess I know...

- And he took you out for lunch after that!

Yeah. They're talking about Jeremias.

Now I decided to interrupt...

- Hey, girls! - I said cheerfully, but Angie shot me a cold look right away.

- Hey! We're going upstairs before dinner, okay? - said Vilu, but she didn't even let me answer because she pulled Angie with her and went upstairs.

Angie seems so mad at me... I don't know why though... This time I didn't say, or do anything bad... Or did I?

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I was still thinking in the living room when Esmeralda came to sit next to me.

- What's wrong, German? - she asked softly - You seem really upset... Is it because of Angie being here?

- What? N-No!

- Then what is it?

- It's... It's nothing...

- Angie shouldn't be coming over so often...

- She's a family member so she can come whenever she wants to - I said firmly and she looked at me, slightly shocked when suddenly Olga shouted.

- Dinner is ready!

- Coming! - I heard Vilu answering.

- Uhm... German... - Esmeralda said quietly then pulled me closer and kissed me on the lips. All of a sudden I couldn't do anything. I was so surprised.

When she let go of me she smiled and so did I that I didn't even notice Angie and Vilu coming down the stairs and probably saw us kissing, but later on I got my answer by looking at Angie who looked really upset.

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After dinner Angie was in the kitchen and I followed her.

- Angie, I...

- What do you want now? - she hissed.

- Huh...? Angie, why are you so mean now?

- Me? Mean? You're asking me this when you were the one kissing Esmeralda right in front of me?! Ah!

- Angie, she kissed me! - I said, panicking.

- I don't really care. You can do whatever you want with your life, but remember... If Vilu gets hurt even once because of any of you... you'll see how I am then! - she said then walked out of the kitchen, but before she could I grabbed her arm and gently pulled her back.

- Aren't you just jealous?- I asked.

- Me? Jealous? No way! I never loved you anyway and you didn't either... You said you moved on, didn't you? And I said I did too...

I now let go of her and she walked away.

- My god... I'm so stupid... - I sighed deeply then I decided to just go and get some rest. I didn't know what else to do honestly...

----- NEXT DAY -----

I went to the Studio quite early, but Angie wasn't there. I didn't really had time to think about her because Gregorio was being annoying once again.

After around 3 hours I was in the teacher's room when Pablo came in and he seemed a bit worried. Beto was in too and he turned to him...

- Beto, I'll go and see Angie because she told me that she doesn't feel good today... - he said.

- Okay! Okay! - Beto nodded.

- What happened to her? - I asked, slightly worried too.

- I don't know exactly - Pablo replied - She just asked me to go and see her... But why are you so curious, Jeremias?

- Well, uhm... She's my friend too after all... So tell me if you know anything... Please...

- Okay... - Pablo nodded then left the room.

Did she got so upset yesterday that she doesn't even want to come to work? I don't really know, but now I'm getting worried too...

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