FVCK UP LOVE
CHAPTER FIVE
Emery Austin's POV
Jae accompanied me to the school. I totally disagree with it, but he is so firm with his decision. While on our way, both of us remained silent. In all honesty, I am still sleepy, plus the fact that my head hurts.
When we arrived at the main gate, he was the first one to get out of the car to open the door for me. Look, I didn’t ask for it. He did it voluntarily. Does this one count him in as a gentleman?
The girls were screaming upon seeing Jae. Oh, by the way, Jae is a member of a well-known boy group in show business industry. Is it my privilege to have him as one of my fvck buddies?
"Thank you," I said as I led the way to the front gate.
"Uhm... Emery..." but before I finally enter, Jae called my attention.
I walked closer to him and asked.
"Why?"
"Will I be able to meet you tonight?"
I paused for a while. Why is he asking me all of a sudden? Look, we don’t have any relationship with each other. Just a plain, you know.
"I am not sure Jae, but I will see you when I see you. Gotta go, I still have classes. Bye."
Then I walked hurriedly. I don’t want to hear anything from him again.
As usual, I arrived at the class late. Sorry, not sorry. I chose to sleep during the entire class since I am sleepy and there is no one dared to disturbed me.
I went straight to the condo after my last class.
Finally, freedom!
I was about to open my door when Cliff suddenly appeared in front of me.
"I am in a bad shape right now, don’t try to disturb me or else I will really punch you. And yes, I don’t care about the golden rule." I warned him even though he was not doing nor saying anything.
"I will just give you these." Then he showed me a cloth bag that I don’t know what was inside.
"What’s that?"
He opened the cloth bag and showed me food containers obviously containing food.
"I didn’t order any. You may leave."
"I cooked all of it."
"I am not asking."
"But at least you can taste it. Have you heard about the lesson that it is bad to throw away food? It’s a blessing after all."
I rolled my eyes. A priest is now lecturing me.
I went inside my room after grabbing the cloth bag he was holding.
Cliff followed me. I sighed. He is really hard-headed.
He arranged and prepared the table. Feel at home, huh?
At the back of my mind, I am really drooling because of the different dishes I am seeing. I may say that he is gifted when it comes to cooking.
"You may now eat." he said while smiling. And since I am starving, I just eat quietly. All the dishes are delicious, but not Cliff.
I rolled my eyes for the nth time. Now that my stomach is already full, I can kick him, right?
No, I have to be thankful even in the smallest way I can, so I just went to the veranda to avoid him. If I stay near him, I know that I can say bad things to him.
I lit up a cigarette and slowly consumed it. A few minutes later, Cliff gets the cigarette I am consuming.
"What?" I asked, this time in a high tone. I think there is no need for me to pretend. He is so irritating and my normal reaction is to get angry.
"It is bad for you," he casually said.
"I don’t need someone to preach me. So get out."
"How about the food you have just eaten?"
"Argh!"
I kicked his knee. I don’t care about the golden rule! I should have not eaten what he prepared!
I was about to throw another kick but he went inside my room, trying to avoid my feet.
We are running in circles here. As he is running away from me, he is drawing himself near an accident. He stepped back toward a wooden cabinet. On top of it was a huge vase I had received as a gift from my aunt. Everything happened so fast. The vase fell on his head. He lost his balance and he also fell on the ground. He touched his head and, upon seeing his hand, there was blood attached to it.
"Idiot," I whispered, but there was also a part of me that got nervous upon seeing the vase that was broken, joking aside. Alright then, nervous upon seeing him with blood on his hand, of course from his head.
"I will call the clinic." I said, still firm and pretending to be calm.
"No need, I can handle this. If they know about this, we might end up again doing the golden rule. It may cause some delay again on your side. " Cliff seriously said, So he is worried about that instead of him being brought to the clinic? Unbelievable!
"First aid kit, please," he added. I was brought back to my senses and ran towards the first aid kit. I supported him as he walked towards the couch.
I closed my eyes. I am not a nurse, so I don’t really have an idea how to do this.
"Mirror, please." So I immediately gave him my favorite handy mirror.
He checked on his head.
"It was just a small cut," he said.
"But why is it bleeding?"
"Because it is a cut, Emery." Then he laughed.
I frowned. He can still manage to laugh even though his head is bleeding. Or am I just over reacting? He said it was just a cut, right?
I assisted him as he was cleaning and treating his cut.
Is it my fault? No, it is not. If he was not here to disturb me, we would not have ended up like this. But he is just here because he wants to give me food, right? But I didn’t ask for it! Maybe if he doesn’t get my cigarette, then we will be at peace, at least.
Aargh! I hate it! Why am I talking to myself anyway?
"I am sorry if I broke the vase. I will just pay for it." he said.
"Don’t mind it, just mind the cut on your head." Are you sure you don’t need to be brought to the clinic?"
"Yes, so don’t worry too much. This is far from my stomach."
I lightly punched him.
"Worry your face!"
He then laughed at me again. I hate this guy!
Cliff, I despise you!