CHAPTER 2: Unknown Mysterious Beauty

Eric P.O.V

It was Sunday today, and like a ritual, I was spending my time with my best friends. We were in the game room of our house which was a big hall room divided into two parts. One side was for gym space with all necessary equipment while the other side was occupied by games and a bar counter in front of the shelf filled with all flavors of different alcoholic and nonalcoholic beverages.

The center of the room had a seven-seater round-shaped couch in front of the big 292 inches LCD TV. It had glass walls on three sides except for the door wall. The view of the outer world from here looked so mesmerizing at night. This room was our little heaven.

"Have you found out something about her?" I asked Zack, who was so immersed in his game PUBG.

"Hold on, bro. I'm going to get a chicken dinner," he retorted. I rolled my eyes at him while Owen chuckled at his behavior.

"Who? That girl who slapped you?" Owen asked, hitting the ball as it ended in the hole. We were playing Snooker, and the situation seemed like I would lose this game. He literally had more points than me.

"Don't remind me," I warned him as I pointed my snooker cue at his face.

"Oh yes!" Zack exclaimed loudly while air fist-bumping. We chuckled at him. He would never grow up.

"Bro, you should think deeply about this." He turned towards us with a thoughtful look, "She must be someone famous or well-known. Remember those bodyguards who came to guard her? Even I sensed the rich brat aroma around her, and I also got to know that she threw that club party." He waved his hands as he added, "Someone pretty rich. I'm sure."

"Tell me you found something about her personal information?" I asked, hoping for a positive response.

"Naah. I tried and got nothing." He shrugged.

"You got nothing? Are you for real?" My brows rose and I clenched my jaw. "Zack..." I was cut off by Owen.

"No one dares to touch, Eric Xander, and she didn't even touch but slapped you," he said, amusement clear on his grinning face. I threw a dagger at him that made both of them burst into laughter. Yeah, that happened when you knew someone for your whole life. Their teasing and banters didn't irritate you to the level of throwing them out of your house. But I swear right now, I wanted nothing but to kick both of them out of my house.

"Brave girl!" saying in unison they laughed more. Zack fell over the floor, laughing like a maniac while clutching his stomach. Owen laughed more at his reaction.

Too infuriated to respond, I just simply ignored them.

"Wait... Have you ever ditched her?" Owen asked, giving me a look when they both were done with their abnormal laughter attack. Zack sat on the floor crisscrossed legs as his gaze directed at me.

'Have I?' I didn't know.

I thought for a moment. I had cheated on so many girls, but I hadn't seen her before. Had I ever ditched her? I didn't think so! Her face wasn't familiar, those emerald eyes with black hairs, that perfect little nose with beautiful kissable lips... She wasn't an ordinary beauty to be forgotten so soon.

Then who was she? Why did she slap me?

When I didn't say anything for a minute, Zack spoke, "So?"

"Do you guys have a death wish?" I glared hard at him as they grinned at me. You know it was impossible to threaten your best friends, especially, two insane childhood buddies.

Still, no matter how much pain in the ass they could become, my life is incomplete without them. That's the fun of friendship.

"Pay attention to your game. You might get lost," I smirked at Owen, though if someone would lose that would be me, but confidence was also something.

Then I looked at Zack. "And you, don't you have your chicken dinner to eat?" I emphasized the word 'chicken dinner and eat'.

Zack grinned while Owen chuckled. Yeah, like I said, impossible to threaten your insane buds.

"Chill, bro. I already got it, and now I need a real pizza to devour. You know it's not easy to play games like this Pro," He said, pointing at himself and doing the 'thank you' bow. I rolled my eyes at him.

"Then move your lazy-ass, princess, and get us some pizza," Owen smirked as he again hit the ball and it ended up in the whole. I cursed internally. Was he cheating or something?

Zack pouted as he lazily dragged himself up from the floor and stretched his body.

"Zack, literally move your good-for-nothing ass and find her." I gave him a deadly stare before getting on work to hit two balls at a time. I couldn't let Owen win.

"Why are you so after my lazy-ass? If you have gotten such productive asses then why not move them and do your work yourself!" He huffed as he walked towards the couch, and threw himself in a half-lying position. Like I said, such a baby.

I looked at Owen as he looked at me. We shrugged and mutually decided to ignore him.

As I close my left eye, bending a little over the table, and aimed for two balls. I smirked when both balls ended up in the hole, but the sound made me remember the sound of that slap. I could not digest it. She fucking slapped me in front of the whole club. How could she? Now that she had dared to do such a stunt then I should defiantly find her.

She was beautiful and looked like a mystery. But... This question was eating me alive as to why the hell she slapped me? I still felt stings on my face whenever I remembered about that slap. I had to admit that it was very harsh coming from a girl.

I needed answers. I wanted to avenge her. I had to find her.

We went to Los Angeles for a two-week vacation. Everything was going wonderful until that unknown mysterious beauty appeared, and slapped me.

Just once let me find you then I will show you with whom you have messed up. I'll be the death of you. You're going to regret it when you'll get in my hands.

"Are we talking about the girl who slapped you?" An annoying voice of my twin broke the chain of my thoughts as I looked at her.

Rosalyn was my twin sister. We didn't look alike since we weren't identical twins. We just had the same grey eyes, then her hair was blonde while mine was brown, and didn't even ask about the rest of the facial features. We looked so different that we couldn't even count in as siblings.

She had a mischievous smirk plastered over her lips as she entered the room.

"Stay out of it, sister." I raised my brows at her skeptically.

"Aww, someone ruined my spider-men reputation in LA. Tsk!" She pouted so cutely, but nothing in her comment was adorable. I just glare at her which of course, she ignored with a wink. She knew that I hate spider-man, not really spider-man, but when someone called me that.

"She must be so brave to slap you in front of the whole club. From now onwards, I am her fan, and I really hope to meet her someday," Rosalyn said, emphasizing every word now and then.

"Who is she? A celebrity?" I asked sarcastically and rolled my eyes.

"Whatever you think, brother dear." She stuck her tongue out at me then looked at Zack, "You should have recorded it, Zack. I missed a lifetime moment."

My friend, Zack, on the other hand, sickly smiled at her as he nodded along. I sighed controlling myself by running a hand through my hair. What a pair of betrayers I've got!

Hold on... She wasn't there and I didn't tell her. Then...

"How do you know all of this?" I looked at all of them. Zack shrugged and shook his head while Owen cleared his throat and pulled out his phone. That was my cue. I frowned and threw my snooker cue at him. He looked up with a questioning look.

"OWEN?!?!?" I yelled. His eyes widened as he started to run. I ran after him.

He had always done that. He always told her about our secrets only because he thought of her as his little sister, and had this weird theory that as a sister, she had every right to know about our deeds. That good brother of an annoying sister! I would have to fix some nuts of his stupid brain.

We ran in the whole room like Tom chasing Jerry. This room was big enough to run around like jerks. Yes, we were three world-class jerks according to my little sister, well just fifteen seconds little.

"Stop it, you fools!" She yelled when I accidentally pushed her too.

Yeah and fools too. We had earned so many remarkable names in the dictionary of Rosalyn.

"What are you doing here? You are not allowed to come here," I said to her, giving her an unpleasant look. I huffed when I got tired of running behind Owen. So, I sat down on the couch to catch my breath. She just rolled her eyes in return and stuck her tongue out at me, "This is my house too."

"Whatever!" I dismissed her.

"Does my presence really irritate you?" She asked in a sad tune, batting her eyelashes like an innocent.

"Yes!" I answered without missing a beat.

"No, I don't mind you here," Owen said, sitting across on the couch while huffing to catch his breath.

"I loooveee your presence around me," Zack said, extending 'love' in a long dreamy way. She giggled in return and sat beside him on the couch.

"Anyway, the mid-break is over which means school is starting tomorrow. I'm here to remind you," She said.

"OH, MAN!" We three cursed in a union.

"Oh come on, you have enjoyed your vacations too much. Now, it's time to catch up with work." She said, slightly glaring at all of us like a scolding Mom.

"Yeah, a memorable slap ended vacations," Zack said, making them laugh.

"It's too much now! End this topic!" I huffed totally annoyed.

"What? Slap? Are you talking about how you got whipped by a girl?" Owen laughed at his own non-laughable joke.

"It's enough now!" It was getting out of hand. That girl had literally ruined my reputation! God, how much I wanted to strangle her! I ran a hand through my hair exasperatedly.

"Yeah or else he would kill Miss Slap." Rosalyn chuckled.

I had enough of this shit. I threw the deadliest glare at each one of them and stormed out of the room.

If my own sister and best friends were making fun of me. I couldn't think of what could have happened if we were here in New York, not LA. I internally thank God that it all happened in another city or else my reputation would have been ruined so badly.

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