Chapter 5 5

I immediately averted my eyes there. His lips are red but not as red as Anzai's lips- damn! Why am I even comparing that asshole to my best friend?

If so, what is Anzai doing here?

I smirked at him and threw the cap on his chest, which he immediately caught, and I walked again.

Anzai is leaning on the pole, and he looks like a freaking model. Recover the post; the paint is out of order with him!

He wore a dark violet polo matching it with ripped jeans (usually only up to his ankle). The left side is tucked in, the other one is not, and its buttoning is no longer in order, as if on purpose. Well, all I can say is he has a taste for fashion. Good for him to recover from his attitude.

I glanced at my aunt; I gasped when I saw that she was talking on the phone again.

"Hey, dude," Henry muttered and approached Anzai.

I glared at him. These two are jerks in my life. I stared at him and patted myself with my hand.

They're laughing while I'm here, sitting with crossed arms and arched brows. I heard them talking, but why am I annoyed with them?! I tried to divert my attention by browsing my Twitter account, but I failed because of what I heard from Sarra.

"So you're here because of me?"

What the fuck?! Are they flirting?

I looked at them as if in disbelief. Henry's right there, but the asshole was just laughing! He's the one who laughs the loudest! Anzai comes here for Sarra? He likes Sarra. Its pedophile!

"I guess?" Anzai asked back, and here he goes, showing his devilish smile.

Aunt Sarra giggled as if she was flustered. Seriously! I'm not bitter, but- fuck!

What if they are already in a relationship? If that happens, I will be the first to stop their love!

"What is your relationship?" I asked as I couldn't stand it anymore.

The three of them stopped laughing because of the tone of my questioning. I'm freaking serious right now!

"What are you talking about?" I sneered when Sarra asked back.

I ignored her and instead turned my attention to Anzai. He stood straight immediately, and he averted his gaze.

"We're just having fun here, Psalm," Henry whispered.

I glared at him too. "Having fun on flirting? I know Henry that Aunt Sarra is older than you, but can't you...." I gasped when I trailed off. "Discipline her-"

"Hey, the hell?!" Aunt Sarra was annoyed by what I said. And for the second time, I ignored her.

"She's flirting with your best friend!" I insisted; I diverted my eyes to Henry's, pointing at Aunt Sarra and Anzai.

"No! I'm not!" and Sarra.

"Yes, you are!"

"Stop concluding things, Psalm! Stop that attitude of yours!" Henry looked around at us. Little by little, the people here inside the auditorium.

"You're just being paranoid, Psalm," Anzai whispered as I turned my attention to him.

"Yeah," Henry agreed as well.

I licked my lower lip and started to get pissed off at the three.

"I know that you saw me as a bitch but what the hell, Psalm? Even if the chocolates go bitter, I won't flirt with a child!"

My cheeks grew hot at what she said. I cleared my throat and then blinked twice.

"Fine! Sorry!"

"Really? Are you sorry for that?" Anzai asked curtly.

Henry burst out laughing. "Dude, you don't know much about her attitude!"

They're pissing me off! I rolled my eyes at them.

"Then stop getting near to us! When you're around, I often see Aunt Sarra's bitchy side!"

"You know, Psalm, you're ruining my tactics," I frowned at what Sarra had said.

"Uncle Abel is what she likes, Psalm, not Anzai."

I think my jaw dropped. Papa's close friend? It's getting worst! I scratched my forehead, God.

"It's okay for you?" I asked Anzai shyly when our gaze met. I mean, it's a sensitive topic! He also wants Sarra to be his stepmother; what about his mom?

The side of his lips rose; I immediately averted my eyes from him because of his reaction.

"Not anymore. You ruin my image already," Sarra grinned.

She thus ruined her image! He already labeled Anzai as his stepson!? She is very advanced. Is she insane?

"Let's go. The taxi is waiting on us," aunt suddenly grabbed our attention.

"W-where are we going?" I will ask.

"Let's go home," she failed to smile.

I felt a little pain from what she said. Oh, come on, self, this is not new to you. I smiled, straining to magnify.

"You can invite your friend with us, Henry," Auntie suggested and turned her back on us.

Aunt Sarra stared at me before rushing to follow her aunt. My shoulder dropped. We are getting closer and closer; I hope I didn't promise that our crosses won't cross! I hope destiny is not playing tricks on us now.

"Are you coming?" I asked Henry.

"Nope," was its short reply. "I have a meeting near here."

I smiled a bit.

"Thank you so much for coming here, Henry. I appreciate it."

He grinned; I glared at him to see him approaching me. I was about to back away when he grabbed both my shoulders.

"You're welcome, nerd." He winked and kissed my cheeks, and released me.

"Come here again, asshole, huh?!" I immediately rubbed my cheek where he kissed me! Disgusting maybe he kisses someone earlier before going here!

He chuckled when he saw what I did on my cheeks. He tapped Anzai on the shoulder as he passed it and waved back at us.

"Yuck," I whispered.

"Your reaction is too late."

I stopped to hear Anzai's sharp voice. I raised an eyebrow at him.

"So?"

He was about to answer me when his phone suddenly rang. I rolled my eyes at him last, and he turned his back. But it was like a spring to go back to him when he pulled my arm.

I immediately felt electricity on my neck when I smelled how good his breath was. My knees seemed to tremble when our eyes met; in all people I met, he was probably the only one with the most beautiful eyes; I swallowed.

When I realized how close our faces were, I wanted to push him, but I didn't. He might have thought I was affected! He should be the one to feel intimidated by me and not me!

"I..." he trailed off.

It was as if I escaped his eyes when his phone rang again. He still holds my arm.

"Your what?" I'm trying hard not to stutter.

"I like someone else."

What is he talking about?

Him liking someone else has nothing to do with me.