"Get your perverted face out of my sight." I shook my head, turning away, preferring to focus my attention on the statue of the warrior near me.
"Fine if you want me to go. I won't insist, Darling." He patted her thighs. The corner of my eye secretly glanced at him, without changing my curt expression. "But you won't be able to force me to stop approaching you."
Spontaneously, I turned to him and gave him a 'wtf' look. "Look, Lancaster. I don't know what demon possessed you to do such a stupid thing. If all you want is an apology from me so you don't bother me anymore, fine." I took a deep breath, gathering energy for the single word I anticipated the most. There is no sorry and thank you in the dictionary of my life. "Sorry."
Justin froze in his place. His eyes did not flee from mine, colliding with mine in a monotone. "I've never received such an apology."
My mouth is half open. I scratched my head in frustration, messing up my half-dead hair styled by the maids in this mansion. Be patient, Daph. Inhale... exhale. Inhale... exhale.
"So, what do you want from me to replace the apology you want? Say it."
Again, his mysterious crooked smile appeared. "Hmm...let me think for a minute." His index finger was tapped against his temple, while his head was tilted upwards, pretending to think. "I'm not going to ask you anything. Not now, Darling. Maybe sometime, I'll tell you." He cracked a smile with the corners of his eyes narrowed. Then, ignoring my stupid expression in this place, he sauntered away, disappearing around the corner.
I sighed in frustration, ruffling my hair once more. If that's the case, I'd rather live alone in Florida and spend my time working in Mr. Randall's market, tutoring Stalag 14 students who are looking for trouble, and traveling with Kelly.
Kelly, my only human friend in Florida. We've barely been in contact. Guess why? Because Kelly's parents are anti social media. They did not let the only daughter in the family get to know social media and become less social. They're going to get all social media out of Kelly's life. I often imagine how terrible Kelly's life would be at home without social media.
But Kelly's life isn't really that bad. Her parents actually anticipated her not to get too close to me. The reasons are (a) because I am a gadget and internet enthusiast and (b) because I am a delinquent who often gets detention from the principal.
And now that I have four great new friends, my life is still spinning like a merry-go-round. Looks like I need a refresh. There is a night market on Brighton Ave. Well, the one who first came up with the idea to take me there was Bianca, the nerd girl. Okay, after dinner, I'm off with her!