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“Babe! I'm here-” he stopped when he saw me and seemed surprised to see me. And so am I. He looks a little bit frightened too. But I felt more likely shocked. The thought that he's the one that Quaine's in love with shocked me big time.
Hmm, that's why he also disappeared the same time Quaine left to study on Japan. But I didn't expect he's the one who replace my space inside Quaine's heart. I'm so disappointed. It hurts a lot when she broke up with me that time. Maybe I wasn't good enough for her or maybe we are just not meant for each other.
I smiled at Nale.
“Long time no see, bro!” I said and pat his shoulder.
Confusion was written all over his face but he managed to give me a faint smile, and said “L-Long time no see”
Maybe he was wondering why I reacted that way, maybe he expected me to get angry at him and punch him in the face. Well, maybe if I'm still not moving on.
“Y-You're together?” he asked Margaux.
“Ahm, who are you?” Mar answered with a question.
“Oh, I'm sorry. I-I'm Harry Nale Smith, Patricia's b-boyfriend”
“Oh, hello! I'm Margaux Braid Hutchinson. And yes we're all together. Any problem with that? Vince and I have been friends for atleast a months.” Mar answered with no sarcasm spotted.
“All right, eat with us, Nale.” I said. Nale is still my bestfriend, even though he did that to me. Even though he replaced my position on Quaine's heart that time.
But he was obviously hesitant whether to agree or not.
“Don't worry, I don't hold any grudge to you anymore, so don't be fooling around there. You act like a woman! Look at Qua-Pat, she seemed comfortable with my presence, so you must too. After all, we're still friends aren't we?”
He smiled and you could tell that he was relieved. Nale looked intently at Quaine first before answering me.
“Sure, bro!” he said, we fist-bumped like we always did before.
The two of us seat down. He sat in front of Quaine while I seat down in front of Mar.
We started eating again.
They chatted happily. While I'm just quiet and sometimes laughing as well.
When we finished eating, a bell rang exactly—a signal that lunch time was over, so we immediately went to our classes.
“And ... cut! Very good! You're really are excellent and we haven't take 2 takes yet! Take a lunch first and go back again before 1:00 o'clock”
“Okay, Director Benjamin” we said in unison
I immediately approached Xy.
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Xyna
I miss Agatha’s cooking. Atleast tomorrow she will be back again. But, for now she was on her trip back here, when her aunt arrived at their house in Wisconsin.
But for now, because I'm lazy to go to the mall or a nearby resto, I just ordered on Mcdonalds earlier.
I took out the food I ordered— Chicken Fillet Ala King with rice. I ordered two in case that that 'moron douchebag' didn't bought food just yet.
“Hey, Xy!” Dwyne calls me. I saw him walking towards me.
“What do you need?”
“You'll eat here?” he asked while looking at the food I was holding.
“No, maybe I will eat in the mountains. Like, obviously? What do you think was called on what I'm holding right now? Isn't it food? What will you do with the food? Of course, eat it! Will that answer your questions?”
It's only been like yesterday we had fun at Tom's World and now I'm being harsh with him again. I just lost my mood because yesterday I remembered my parents again.
He pouts again. Is he really like this? He's always pouting, does he think that he's cute when he do that? Hell no! He looked like a duck.
"You're being harshed with me again. Do you have that 'thing' right now?” (menstruation/period)
I snorted “Yes, I have. I have something to slap you of you don't shut the fucking hell up!”
Because of that he really shut his mouth. Maybe he was scared of my threat. Is he really a man?
I took the other Chicken Fillet Ala King w/rice and handed it to him.
He looked at it. “What is this?”
“Maybe it's a book?”
Haist! Why is he so stupid, really? It's obvious that it's a food, yet he still asked.
He picked it up and looked at me. He mouthed “Thank you” and smiled. I just nod at him.
He sat down next to me and started eating.
“Wait, where is your personal assistant? I still haven't seen her” he asked.
“Why are you asking?”
Maybe, you know, he likes Agatha and he wants to be friends with me so I can set them up with a date.But sorry not sorry, he won't get anything to me.
“Isn't it awkward to answer a question a question?” he said sarcastically to me. I glared at him. And now he's being sarcastic! This man really has the guts, huh?
“You like Agatha, don't you?” I accuse him, causing him to choke his food. Gross!
He drank some water before answering. “O-Of course, not! I'm just asking. I just can't see your personal assistant taking care of you”
Look who's talking! His personal assistant wasn't here either! Or maybe he has none because he doesn't want to have a personal assistant.
“He's taking care of 'something' in their province” I replied to him.
“Oh, is that so?”
We eat quietly again. While he seems to be thinking deeply. It's good that he behave. He'd been so noisy.
***
I was so tired that I immediately go to my bed and lie down the second I got myself back to this house.
I'm even more tired now than yesterday, because now we've taken set 5 many times. We've taken 2 takes because of Dwyne's fault. And the three takes are because of the extras in the story.
I just can't believe we've been able to take twice because of Dwyne. I wasn’t surprised when we took several times because of the extras. But, to Dwyne? Unbelievable! I mean he's proffesional, and I witnessed it several days ago.
I just can't believe that we repeat scenes because of him. I'm not blaming him, afterall he's a human too, he makes mistakes too.
But earlier something seemed to be bothering his mind. Because when we're taping earlier, I noticed that he's likely not in the mood and seemed to be on the deep of his thought. I just can't point it out.
But, by the way, it's not my problem. So, why do I bother myself thinking about his problems? He's already old enough to manage his own problems.
Even though my whole body's aching and my mind and body seemed to be pulling me to sleep, I forced myself to get up and change into my pajamas. Then immediately lay down on the bed again.
It's already 8:27 P.M.
Maybe I won't be able to eat dinner tonight, afterall I'm still full.
I picked up my phone and go to the contacts and searched for Xiera’s number.
But I'm hesitant at first if I will call her or not. Cause maybe she's still busy right now and working on evidence and a way to justify her client. Xiera's a great lawyer too, she's a famous lawyer like—err mom and dad. She had an excellent skills in handling a case. Afterall, being a lawyer suits her. She's intelligent. Not only that she's very beautiful. In other words, she's a complete package.
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