Seira
I just had the most humiliating day in the history of my existence.
After explaining to Leo what happened with the stranger yesterday, and after eye rolls, snorts, glares, and 'don't talk to strangers' lecture, I changed the topic so I wouldn't accidentally slip some embarrassing and scandalous scenes that he should never know as long as I live.
"Why were you late anyways? I mean, you're NEVER late to anything. I'M supposed to be the latecomer in this friendship," I asked him while we sat ourselves on a bench in the park.
We always never have plans for hanging out. We just hang out and let ourselves be taken anywhere while we talk.
"Actually, I was called by my cousin about work and I lost track of time," he said as he scratched his neck.
I licked the double chocolate ice cream cone in my hand, "Oh, you had work?" I looked at him.
"No, it's my day-off every Saturday," he sighed. "My cousin just told me something that apparently couldn't wait until later to discuss."
"That sucks, having one day-off I mean. I know you are passionate about what you are doing."
Leo is the heir to his father's advertising company, which right now is currently on its launch to also produce music, so in other words, it's an advertising/production company.
Most children of some rich people are stereotyped as spoiled, but not Leo, he worked his way to the top to please his father and to be worthy to receive everything his father has worked for.
"Yeah, it means everything to me," he looked at me.
I stared at him with admiration, his passion clearly evident in his blue eyes.
The truth is, I envy him because he knows what he's doing and what he wants, while I don't know what path I'm going to take and I am already on my senior year in high school.
I sent him a small smile and he interrupted the moment by asking me what happened in the bookstore an hour ago.
"What really happened in the bookstore?" he raised an eyebrow and laughed, "You were so jumpy and you had that squeaky voice of yours that means that you're in trouble or you have done something you don't want me to know."
Everything that happened to me an hour ago rushed back to my head in frenzy while I was staring blankly at the fountain across the bench we are sitting on.
It sent an uncomfortable wave of annoyance straight through my spine and into my head where it made my left eye twitch again, and gladly, Leo is sitting on my right.
"I just accidentally bumped into the display case didn't you saw?" I lied and smiled so hard my eyes went missing and felt sweat slowly forming on my forehead.
He flicked my forehead with his finger.
Scowling, I rubbed my forehead and flicked his forehead.
He chuckled, "You can just tell me you know, you're bad at lying, and I know what you were doing in that aisle," he said in a sing-song voice.
My eyes bulged from its sockets and my heartbeat went dangerously fast, and if the wind wasn't blowing as hard as it is I could be sweating like an athlete on a marathon right now.
I started to pick at my nails, a trait I show whenever I'm nervous or uncomfortable, "W-what?" I stuttered.
He grinned like a Cheshire cat on drugs and I gulped, waiting to be exposed of the inappropriate way I was holding that stranger.
He intertwined his hands and judgingly looked at my eyes and finally said, "You were in that aisle because..." he paused for suspense and dropped the bomb, "because you were reading smut."
I blinked, "What?"
Did I hear that correctly?
"That aisle was for mature readers, I myself visit that section sometimes," he added.
Heat spread through my cheeks as I realized how that scene with the stranger could be worse if people saw us, especially Leo and ESPECIALLY in that aisle. I couldn't imagine who would die of heart attack, me or Leo.
"You could have just told me you were into that stuff, I could've bought them for you, seeing as you're still 17 and all," he continued.
My face couldn't be redder at this moment.
Leo looked at me in confusion and laced his arm around my shoulder to bring me closer to him and patted my head as he leaned his head into it.
"I get it that you're embarrassed but there's nothing to be ashamed of, you're almost 18 and..." he stopped because I forcefully get out of his grip and stood up trying to defend my moral.
"I wasn't reading in the mature section!" I defended rather loudly that got most people's attention.
"If you weren't, then what were you doing there?" he shot me a questioning look and crossed his arms.
I gulped and frantically searched for some excuse to throw his way but I couldn't! And I couldn't just tell him I pushed a stranger towards the book shelf and gripped his shirt! And I didn't read those mature books!
I bit my lips and bit my thumbnail, helplessly weighing my choices of excuses and wishing God would just shoot me with lightning to get this over with and end my miserable existence!
An internal battle was raging inside me and I feel so frustrated and embarrassed that I want to cry.
"Y-yeah, so I was reading those books! What-whatever!" I blurted out rather forcefully,
Slowly, laughter spread through his features and in just a second he was already laughing and gripped his stomach to keep himself from laughing, meanwhile I closed my eyes and wallowed in embarrassment.
"I'm going home!" I yelled and faced the other way but I turned back and I told him to contact me via my old number and went back on my way.
"W-what, no..." he wheezed, obviously trying hard to stop laughing.
"I'm taking a taxi!" I yelled back and went home, fuming and flaming.
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"Arrrrrrghhh," I groaned as I landed my face flat on my bed and smothered it.
Flashbacks from a few hours ago wouldn't get out of my head.
I rolled over and stared at the ceiling.
I thought to myself, today would be a good time to die or get back in time!
The door to my room creaked. Startled, I sat upright and settled down when I saw that it was just my dogs, Patty and Chester chasing each other.
They were sniffing each other's butt. I was so annoyed that I told them to get a room and plopped my head back on the mattress when Patty unceremoniously jumped on my stomach rather indelicately that made me turn in my side and clutch my stomach, gasping for air, when Chester decided to intervene and jump on the bed, causing me to land on the floor with a thud.
"You ingrates...!" I paused when I saw them doing naughty dog stuff on my bed, "When I told you to get a room, I didn't tell you to occupy mine!" I continued and stood up, hands placed on my hips and all.
"Chester, you don't even have balls!" I sighed.
They continued to do it until I just gave up and gave them my room to themselves.
I might just be sleeping on the couch tonight.