Chapter 7 Friendship

JACKSON, ANNA

"W-what?" I exclaimed, startled.

"Ya, don't worry, I won't tell Dad," he added casually.

I sighed as I sat alongside him on the bed.

"When I become furious, I lose control of myself; please accept my apologies."

Ryan then patted my shoulder and made an 'I understand' look.

"Can you be any cuter?" I said, gazing at his expressions.

"Let's be serious, Miss Jackson," he added solemnly.

"Are you serious?"

"On Miss White."

"How about her?"

"I don't like her and want her out of Dad's life."

"Okay... and what can I do about it?"

"It seems that you, too, dislike her-" I stopped him off.

"Of course not; she blamed me for stuff I didn't even do. Bloody bit-" I came to a halt.

Bels, not again.

"Would you want to assist me?" he asked.

"Help you?" I said suspiciously.

"Yes, I want to keep her out of this home and Dad's life for a long time; would you assist me?"

"And tell me about your plans."

"I can't tell you unless you agree to assist me," he explained.

He is more intelligent than I imagined.

"Fine, but only if you agree to be my buddy; would you be my friend?" I said, extending my one hand to him.

He paused for a while before shaking my hand. "Okay."

"So it's a done deal."

"Yes, but I've never had any friends before, so what exactly does a friend do?"

Why is it that he doesn't have any friends? Who wouldn't want to be friends with such a cutie?

"Well, I used to have a lot of friends, but now I'm... friendless."

"Oh," he exclaimed.

"Friends love each other, never lie to each other, share their pain, happiness, and everything, and friends never betray each other."

He paused for a while before saying, "That's all. Nothing else."

"Nope."

"I believe I can handle them."

"That's great, but why do you despise Mia?"

"Umm... because she just wants. Dad's money, I can see that. I have seen her right side, but Dad needs to see it. I want to prove that she is fake."

"Oh, no!"

"Oh."

"All right... Now tell me about your intentions."

"OK!!" he said, getting out of bed and standing on the floor. He pretended to be a teacher, and I pretended to be a student listening to him.

"So there are chains of plans that lead to one another. Plan number one: upset her so Dad can see the actual side, that she is not as kind as she claims to be."

"Okay... but don't you think this strategy is too usual and may fail, so you have a backup for that?"

"I always have backup plans, Miss Jackson. You have to be patient. I told you there are chains of plans," he replied calmly, his hands in his sweat pockets.

Oh! I had forgotten about it.

But this man is insanely clever.

"You are correct, Miss Jackson; this strategy has a 90% probability of failing. Therefore, another one is on its way."

"Shoot."

"Plan no. 2:" he began again.

I nodded and murmured, "Mhmm."

"You will tell Dad that you despise her and that she has spoken nasty things to you, and she is not good for me either since she uses harsh language, and it is not good for my future."

My pupils dilated.

Is he kidding?

Is he referring to me? I'm going to tell Liam all of this as'me.'

"Umm... I think I misheard you. You said Maria, I guess. So stupid of me to hear my name." I laughed, hoping I had misheard. I'm hoping it's not me.

He was solemn as he glanced at me. "No, Miss Jackson, you did not mishear anything; it is you."

"Are you insane? I'm not saying all of this to him."

"You are correct."

"No, I am not," I said emphatically.

I'd rather die before I do it.

He then pouted and made a sorrowful look. I gave him a suspicious look.

"You said we were friends; you can't do that much for your buddy," he replied, gazing down with the pout still on his face.

Jesus! He's adorable. I'm willing to go to any length for him.

"All right, I'll do it; just don't be upset," I replied. His face lit up with a gorgeous grin.

Then he laughed.

Wait. Did he just trick me?

He did, indeed. Stupid.

I locked my gaze on him. He couldn't stop laughing. He then abruptly returned to his reclusive self.

"These will now lead to my ultimate strategy."

"Are there any more?"

"Of course, you don't think Dad would fall for these ordinary schemes?"

"Hmm.."

"If you believe so, you are mistaken; Dad is much too intelligent."

"All right... what's the next one?"

"And now for the ultimate strategy, Plan No. 3: to harm me."

"WHAT? HELL NO!" I exclaimed.

"Slow down, Miss Jackson, and listen to me," Ryan remarked. God, this tiny one is so wise.

I agreed by nodding.

"Therefore, I was saying that if she hits me, Dad would see it, and he hates anybody who hurts me so that he will break up with her."

"But will she injure you?" I worriedly wondered.

"Of course not, but we'll stage a situation in which it seems she did."

I simply stood there staring at him.

Then he laughed. "How old are you exactly? You seem too smart for a five-year-old."

He just grinned.

"I am five, Miss Jackson."

"Umm, could you please stop with the Miss Jackson thingy? I don't want to call you Mr. Parker since you're too young."

"You may address me as Ryan, Miss Jackson."

"However, you can't call me Miss Jackson; instead, call me Anna."

"Anna?" he asked, and I agreed. "No, you're older than me, and Dad says to respect elders."

And the Daddy's boy has returned.

"Then what should you call me since Miss Jackson is too formal?" we wondered.

"What about Bee?" I proposed.

"Bee," he said after a few moments of consideration. "I guess I'll go with that one," he replied, smiling.

"Once that's sorted, we will show BBB that she's truly a bi-." I paused and mouthed a small sorry.'

Anna is a moron.

"OK.. but what is BBB?" he questioned, confused.

"Oh, that's the name I've decided on for Mia."

"And what is that?" he inquired.

"It's Bitchy Brainless Bimbo," I added, smiling.

"Woah! That sounds so amazing; I'll name her that too," he said, smiling on his face.

My pupils dilated. "NO! Are you insane? Your Dad will murder me if he finds out."

"And nobody will tell him the whole form; it's our secret," he explained.

"Promise?"

"Promise, Bee!" he yelled.