𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐳𝐨𝐧𝐞 | 𝘋. 𝘙𝘪𝘤𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘰

Chapter 6

I was so restless all night. I felt as if I had unfinished business with Hero which is odd since I was trying all this time to get rid of him. It didn't sit well with me that he shut me out before I could. All this time I tolerated his nonsense, heck I even thought we could be friends, well boy was I wrong. I knew it wasn't going to end well but I didn't expect it to come to this.

I stayed up till 3:30am watching cooking videos on YouTube. Boy was I still mad. I'm literally just waiting for Hero to land on my doorstep so I can give him a mouthful, that's if he even does.

I didn't even bother setting my alarm, I was just hoping my mum would come in handy for that. At 9am she knocked on my door, when I didn't answer she entered my room anyway to draw my curtains. "Morning sunshine !" She greeted enthusiastically. "No mum let me sleep in" I whined with my face buried in my pillow. "Long night...Did you have fun ?" She asked as she sat at the edge of the bed beside me.

I sat up straight and looked at her in the eye, "Do these fake Gucci bags yell fun ?" I asked as I pointed to the bags under my eyes. "Oh gosh. What happened this time ?" She asked disappointed. "Don't you let that idiot step into our house or I'm going to slap him or better yet, he's going to get it with my shoes" I said as the rage started to build up. "That bad ?" She raised a brow whilst stifling a laugh. "Mum, he admitted he still has feelings for me and I cut straight to the chase to tell him that I don't like him back" I said.

"Ouch. That's gonna leave a mark. Then what did he say ?" She asked. "I explained to him why it wouldn't work and blah blah. In the end I even told him that I was willing to be friends even after tolerating his nonsense but he just shut me out by saying goodnight. How damn rude ?" I scoffed, crossing my arms over my chest and laying back against the headboard. "Well at least he's old news now. Don't worry about him and don't let him get to you. Focus on your future and finding yourself a good guy like Daniel or even Michael" she said.

"That reminds me, I was supposed to have a conversation with you and Dad about travelling to races, but right now I just don't feel like going" I sighed. "Why not ? I just told you to not let that boy get to you" she said as she furrowed her brows. "Yeah, but I want to tell him off. He shut me out and I felt I was too nice for the way he spoke to me. He needs to feel how I felt otherwise it's going to bother me" I said. "Well if you're going to worry about telling him off them how are you going to focus on work ? He's not worth your time !" She lectured.

I huffed and looked across the room before looking back at her. "I'll still be focused on work. The longer he avoids me then the angrier I'll be, until I don't settle my scores with him then I'm not going to any race. At this point ya know what ? I'm so done with boys. Where can I find a real man ?" I pursed my lips.

"You have two lovely single guys in your life, what more do you want missy ?" She asked. "Single life sounds better" I smiled. "You're so stubborn sometimes" she shook her head as she stood up. "Mum, I'm not being unreasonable, he practically embarrassed me last night as if that was all my fault !"

"I'm not saying anything further, you do you" she said waving me off as she walked out. Oh mum. I was wide awake and theirs no way I'm going back to sleep so might as well get ready for work.

I did my morning routine and got dressed into my smart casual work clothes. Today's outfit was a black blazer and black turtle neck tucked into high waisted denim jeans, paired with black heels. With my simple everyday makeup done, all that was left was to tie my hair into a loose high ponytail. When I was content that I didn't look like I slept at 3:30am, I then made my way to the kitchen which my parents were already seated and having breakfast.

I tried to keep the breakfast conversation to a minimum. The last thing I want is my dad finding out about what happened, as it is he doesn't like him that much and just tolerates him, if he were to find out about how he snapped at me then my dad wouldn't hesitate to get involved. As much as I appreciate the love and support from my parents, some situations shouldn't require the help of others but rather should be just dealt between the people involved otherwise it's just adding fuel to the fire when I'm trying to put it out.