Chapter 2 A taste of the juice

" I thought she was prettier," Nate mumbled just loud enough to be heard clearly. He continued puffing his cigarette effortlessly.

Kimberly fumed feeling uncontrollable rage."Well I didn't know he was a smoking jerk!" She said loudly inhaling her asthma tube furiously.

Samantha and Trevor exchanged glances, gobsmacked. They certainly didn't understand the sudden hostility between them. But they had just met right?

Kimberly staggered backwards obviously affected by the smoke. Only a gentleman will stop smoking at once. But Nate was no gentleman and it's evident he won't stop.

Now that explains why she felt uneasy ever since. Cause she'd be reunited-no traumatized by her ex presence.

"Kimberly, are you okay? " Samantha whispered feeling awkward as well. She had regaled Kimberly about his perfection not knowing their meeting would be sour.

"Is your asthma fine?" She asked concerned and Kimberly managed a nod.

Nate had stubbed his cigarette in an ash tray and Kimberly would've been relieved if he didn't light another cigarette.

"Now can you leave so that I can meet more impressive ladies?" Nate said arrogantly.

Kimberly didn't need to be told twice. She rushed out angrily. She was nearly tempted to leave the party. But instead, she went to the garden and found a bench.

It was situated far away from the guests and Kimberly liked it that way. The garden was filled with assorted kinds of flowers.

She glanced at a red rose and plucked it. She admired the beautiful petals but too bad she's going to rip it apart.

Whenever Kim is mad, she loves tearing stuff and if there was a paper she'd happily shred it for you. And right now she was enraged.

Why Nate? Why that annoying guy? Could this get any worse. Her mood has been ruined courtesy of Nate Sanders. She wanted to be happy and meet guests but Nate is making it extremely difficult for her.

She wanted to meet someone else not tortured by her past. No wonder she was thinking about him-cause he was going to grace her with his insidious presence.

And before Kim knew it, she was ripping all the flowers which petals lay sadly on her dress. And the entire bush beside her was devoid of flowers.

On noticing that, she walked to another rose bush and cut off the flowers angrily. And just like that, she was done. The bush had a lot of flowers but she had destroyed them.

She had to stop when she noticed some guests were looking at her. They were gaping and she knew they must think she's weird. Or crazy.

Kimberly shyly carried her purse and walked back inside the party. Her anger had been quelled a bit.

A waiter offered her a drink and she wanted to wave it aside, but something crazy popped in her head. This party, she thought, will be fun after all.

She collected the juice from the tray and the waiter walked up to others to serve. Her eyes were riveted on Nate standing with Trevor. Samantha was no where to be found.

She walked slowly and steadily towards them. Her heart racing eagerly. It was telling her not to back down. Ruin that suit of his with your juice and ruin his day-just like he ruined yours.

"Hi," Kim said reaching them with a smile. Nate turned to look at her quizzically. She smiled broadly.

"Sorry, we didn't really meet and I..." she couldn't bring herself to continue apologizing so she acted.

Since she was wearing heels, it was easier to stage a fall. So she pretended to trip over her heels and splashed the juice on Nate's White suit. Normally only a little would pour as she fell like that, so she deliberately poured the entire content on him even after she regained her balance

Nate was aghast.

"oh am so sorry." She bit her lips, tentatively. "My bad"

Nate closed his eyes for a bit. Trying to fight back the waves of rising anger. He stared at his suit, angrily.

"Don't worry, it'll clean off. Or should I clean it?" She pestered with a smug smile.

"I wouldn't mind you using your dress to clean it, Kimberly"

He muttered.

Nate was already piqued by her deliberate effort to annoy him. From her fall, it was painfully obvious that she wanted to spill it on him. Who does that? Only a disgusting b**ch like Kim.

She's so gonna pay. His designer shirt. And her feigned concern and remorse was so painful.

When he was told he'll meet a pretty lady, he had no idea that it'd be Kim. And if it was another lady that complained about his smoking, he'd stop it.

Bit not his ex! Her face makes his blood boil. She's the reason his life is a mess ever since her shocking betrayal.

She started It but he ended it. And that was splitsville for them after two years of dating.

And five months ago, he never saw her and he was resolved to move on, she just showed up-with her annoying face and annoying auburn hair and black eyes.

"Ahh! There you are, c'mon let's have fun. I know it didn't turn out great–"

Kimberly cut Samantha off with a smile," yeah. It's cool. Let's go!"

"So who was that guy? You guys seem to know each other," Samantha asked curiously.

"Just some jerk I know." Kimberly smiled.

She loved the look of distraught on his face. She knows that he knows it was deliberate. Good!

Kimberly walked with Samantha feeling breezy and cheerful.

*****

Finally, after the party, she walked home or rather staggered home. She was so tired and worn out that she had a lot to drink. She was slightly drowsy.

Happiness made her overdrink. Happiness caused by what she did to Nate.

She walked into her bedroom. She lived as a tenant in a big mansion. Her apartment was comfortable enough for her with three rooms. It was convenient.

She plonked on the bed sleepily. Her eyes threatening to shut.

Everything was okay– if only she didn't see Nate. But it's like after what she did, he left the party. Or probably didn't see him again.

Whatever. She feels no regrets.

She glanced at her phone. It was really late.. very late and she needs enough sleep to wake up early for work. She prayed she'd wake up early.

Surprisingly, despite her frazzled state, she was thinking of Nate's face. She had forgotten him but unfortunately she can't anymore. At least she gave him a taste of his medicine or should I say juice.

Jeez. His dirty blonde hair and grey eyes stuck to her head like a leech. She groaned inwardly burying her face in her pillow.

Slowly she drifted to sleep.

And dreamt of him...

Kimberly screamed, jerking up from the bed. "Never!"

A little sleep and he's invading her dreams. And in the horrible dream Nate had hired her to be his maid and she suffered in his cruel hands.

Suddenly Kimberly laughed uproariously. That's not ever happening right? Cause nothing– absolutely nothing will make her work for Nate.

Ever.