XXVII

"WHY ARE YOU HERE?" Laia hissed at the asshat when her mother had her back turned towards them for she was preparing another meal. "And how the fuck do you know where I live? Are you a stalker now?"

The asshat dramatically places his hand on his chest. "That's rude of you to say, Laia!"

"Laia!" The girl's mother glared daggers at her daughter. "Don't be rude to your friend!"

Friend?! Laia couldn't restrain a grimace and looked away quickly, not wanting her mother to reprimand her further.

The older woman smiles at the asshat as she places the new dish she cooked in front of him. "Do forgive my daughter," She glares at her child again. "She can be a bit rowdy during the weekend."

"Oh, rowdy," The asshat grins at Laia. "I definitely agree,"

Laia rolls her eyes and instead fixated her gaze on the hotdog she was eating. Too much stress caused by the asshat's presence would only cause her to have premature wrinkles!