Chapter 34: Chapter 34

"I'm sorry," I murmured, biting my lower lip firmly.

He even pointed at Stephen before walking away, saying, "Tsk, you should be thankful that I'm kind!"

Stephen snatched my elbow and gave me a hard stare. "Why did you kiss him?" I interrupted him before he could continue his sentence.

"I'm going to the bathroom," I said as I yanked his hand away.

"I haven't done talking to you, Alyana!" I could sense his rage, and he gazed at me as if he was about to kill me.

"What's wrong with that?" I inquired, raising an eyebrow at him. "Are you the only one who can kiss huh?? Are you the only one who has the right to flirt?" Before he could finish his sentence, I hastily moved away and searched the area for a restroom.

I cleansed my face and looked in the mirror for a few moments before the door burst open and Stefanie spat out. I shifted my gaze away from her and took a long breath.

When she sneezed, I turned to face her. "Alyana?" she inquired, a smile on her face.

I gave a slow nod. She retrieved the lipstick from her sling bag and applied it, even though her lips were still red, before applying foundation. Her face was completely blanched.

"Am I too pretty?" My brow furrowed in response to her question.

"Ah, yeah." Those plastics are lovely, and they're even better because they can be recycled.

I was ready to go when she requested, so I came to a halt. "Do you think he's attractive?"

I looked around to see if there was anyone else, just in case I wasn't the one she was referring to. "Who?"

"Oh, dear. Don't be offended; you know who I'm talking about-pfft! Yes, by the way... you're an idiot. I'm talking about Stephen Alyana." My blood began to boil as he called me stupid and foolish; did Stephen say something to her?!

"I don't care for him," I replied, and she burst out laughing.

"Hahaha, you're so hilarious, Alayna! Don't deny it, I could see it in your eyes before; you're envious of Stephen and me," she said, looking at me in the mirror.

"What brought you here, huh? Did you realize that babysitters are not permitted inside?" Yaya?? Me?

"Nanny? Stephen said I was his nanny?" I was perplexed by the question and couldn't believe I was pointing at myself.

"Yes, why?"

"By the way, how much is your salary?"

"Perhaps you want to apply; we're searching for a helper as well, so don't worry; I'll give you quadruple what Stephen pays you—"

Because of what she was saying, I burst out laughing. "Don't you think you're crazy?"

"What?! I'm crazy!? I offered you a job. Ahh, you prefer Stephen because of the advantages. Nanny with benefits? Pfft, your parents are sorry for you since you were like that when you were a kid."

"I pity your parents because you've become like that!" she exclaimed, her eyes narrowing.

"My family loves me even if I'm like this," she said, as though her words were directed at me.

"Well, that's all I have to say because I'm just worried yeah, I don't want you to put your trust in anything, and don't expect Stephen to enjoy something as cheap as you," I bit my lower lip and stared him down.

I grinned as I parted my hair on my forehead. "So, are you saying he'll like someone like you? Why? You have nothing to be proud off." I laughed quietly as I glanced at her from head to toe.

"I'm beautiful—" I cut her off before she could continue her sentence.

"I'm gorgeous and it's natural, unlike you," she said, clenching her fist and looking at me sarcastically.

"B*tch!"

"Are you talking about yourself?"

"I'm attractive and sexy, and practically every guy in high school and college has a crush on me!"

"I'm brilliant, I play a lot of sports, I can do anything, and I'm wealthy."

"No, your parents are wealthy, not you; use your brain once in a while!" It's like if we're screaming mad in the restroom.

She excitedly exclaimed, "I was a valedictorian in college!"

"Are you smart?" she asked, shaking her head. "Oh my god, do you know the spelling and tagalog of dumb?" I asked.

"No, you're mistaken. It's Y O U, you," I said, pointing to her with my index finger.

"Are you kidding me?" I exclaim, "Why am I spending my time talking to this woman?" She'll only offend me, and perhaps she's just conceited!

"You're cheap!! You're unattractive!"

"What if I'm cheap? Me? Ugly?"

"What do you call that fake face of yours? You have been putting makeup to our face too much !" I observed she was irritated and her face was still red with wrath.

"I paid for this with my own money!"

"Who's asking? After all, it doesn't matter how much you retouch your face; it's just your face that changes you, but your attitude doesn't!" She was about to smack me when I stepped in front of her.

"Fake!" I exclaimed loudly.

When I walked out, I collided with a man and had to sit on the cement.

"Are you okay, miss?" Inquired the man, who was presumably around 17 or 18 years old and was also with a man his age.

He extended his hand to me, and I took it again, thinking he would assist me in standing up, but he abruptly let go of my hand. I became enraged and hit him in the nose as they both laughed.

"S-Sh*t! Why did you do that!!" He yelled fiercely, his nose pressed against his palm. With a little blood dripping from his nose, his eyes widened as he glanced at the palm.

"Your nose is bleeding, bro!"

"Fool!"

"I can see it!"

When I heard that voice, I raised an eyebrow. "Mike!" I exclaimed.

I slowly looked around and saw Xenon walking closer to us.