Trouble II

Still lost in thought, Greg's phone keeps ringing.

About thirty minutes later a scuffle of feets could be heard coming up the stairs. Irritated by the disruptions, Greg snaps back looking towards the stairs only to find his mom angrily walking up to him.

Hi mom, what brings you to my humble abode. Unfortunately Mrs Bostos is in no mood for jokes or pleasantries. As she is about to talk, Greg's phone rings again, he checks to find the object of his thought on the line.

Smiling, he picks the call. Hello! Pretty....

Don't you dare call me that! , Chelsea snarls.

Mr. Greg hope you are aware about the issue at hand , I feel you are too relaxed about it. Besides do you know the number of craze fans you have, and I actually don't want to be an international enemy to those fans so please I need you to help erase this news from the Internet. All my friends I know can't do anything about it.

Ouch....that's hit hard, Greg smirks . Knowing what he has done , he scratches his head guiltily. Instead of pulling down the news he fanned the flames behind the scenes. Looks like my little cats needs appeasing.

In about an hour, all news related to Chelsea and Greg was off the internet. Chelsea breathes out a sigh of relief but this didn't mean that some affluent secret admirers will not come looking for trouble.

After settling the matters at hand, Greg looks around just in time to see Mrs Bostos staring at him intently.

Son, do you like Chelsea?

Of course not, Greg is startled

Like how in God's name did his mom find out, is it that obvious?

Guess I need to up my game, but first let's deal with this issue right now.

Greg, after thinking, mom how about I make you something delicious.

Trying to change the topic, don't worry but at least I get to taste my son's cooking smiled Mrs Jenny Bostos.

Sonia ...Sonia...Sonia....

What the hell happened last night, I don't seem to remember. Sonia whose sleep has been interrupted instead of feeling irritated gulped in fear.

I...I...I don't know oo Chelsea. I guess we were both drunk. By the way what happened.....care to tell....

Oww Jesus how did I end up with such a friend, are you now waking up?.

SONIA, this is the last time I'm going to listen to you when we are getting drinks, I just don't understand how I allowed you to convince me to try a drink we have never tasted , guess curiosity kills the cat.

For one thing you were lucky, we didn't find ourselves on a ship across the sea the next morning.

Gosh.... Chelsea.. you can be soo dramatic. What with the ship? I just remember a teeny bits of what happened last night.

Tell me...

We were drinking, and then you dragged me to the dance floor.....

Chelsea is so embarrassed after hearing what happened from her friend. She just didn't know where she will place her head when she goes to work on Monday.

Covering up her embarrassment, my dear thanks, make sure you take some painkillers and get enough rest .