Chapter-153 Argue

Jay-jay's POV

"Aren't you going to answer that?" Ci-N asked me while eating ice cream.

I continued flipping through the pages of the catalog I was holding. I ignored the cellphone and this kid who had already finished a liter of ice cream.

Ci-N briefly glanced at my phone and then went back to what he was doing.

"Are you two having a LQl?" he asked.

I still didn't answer.

"What's this? You skipped the L and jumped straight to Q." he said.

I paused to think. No L? What L? Looks like this brat won.

I was forced to face him and talk.

"What L?" I asked.

"Love." He answered quickly.

Pffttt...

"Then what's Q?"

"Q-langot." he said and burst into laughter.

Sometimes, I really want to punch someone in the face. Especially this kid's face.

"I don't care about you..." I said in annoyance and just focused back on the catalog.

He asked me to choose a place for him to live in because he said he didn't know anything about that. But I don't know anything either! Still, I helped him just to keep myself busy.

"Quarrel." he said after laughing.

"Hm?"

"Lover's Quarrel. You and Keifer."

I looked away. "We're not lovers."

"Exactly... You haven't even reached L, but you're already at Q." he repeated.

Whatever!

I didn't want to talk about him right now. I also knew it was him calling me repeatedly. He can do whatever he wants!

Ci-N's phone rang. He fiddled with it for a moment before turning to me.

"Keifer has a message for you," he said. "...in 5 minutes, if you don't show up, he said he'll talk to Angelo right now."

What? Show up? Talk?

I stared at Ci-N in confusion, waiting for him to say more, but he just shrugged.

Ci-N's phone rang again. "He's outside."

I jumped up in shock. That demon! I knew what he was planning. He was going to tell Kuya Angelo about our relationship.

I nearly tripped while running, but I didn't care. I just needed to see him before he did something reckless.

When I stepped outside the gate—nothing!

No people, no car. That bastard! He was just messing with me.

I was about to go back inside when I noticed a beautiful car not too far away.

The window was rolled down and... there he was, that animal!

I walked toward him and glared. "Hey! I'm here! What do you want?!" I snapped.

"Get in," he said calmly.

"No! Just tell me what you want."

"Get in."

"I said no! If you've got nothing to say, leave!"

"Tss."

That's it?! That's all he had to say?! What a waste of my time!

"Ugh! You're such a pain! I'm leaving!"

"You're getting in, or you're getting in," he said, his voice finally snapping.

Fine! FINE! I'm getting in!

Before I knew it, I was inside his car. I had no fight left against his temper — he was just like my older brother.

He started the car without another word, and I held onto my seat.

I had no idea where we were going. I was too scared to speak — I felt like if I did, he'd breathe fire like a dragon.

"Say something." he said, which confused me.

"W-what am I supposed to say?"

"Anything. You're mad at me? Shout! Curse me! Say anything!"

What's his problem?

His mood swings must be acting up again. Yes, I was mad at him. But why should I be the one to start talking?

"W-where are we going?" I changed the topic.

He didn't answer. Until I noticed the gate we were entering—it looked familiar.

Where have I seen this before—wooot! This was the same place he brought me that night. The night I told him those words that were so hard for me to say.

I was right, it was a subdivision. But there were no houses yet, only a few still under construction.

We stopped under a big tree. I remained silent, looking outside, glancing in different directions—anywhere but at him.

A few minutes passed in silence. From the corner of my eye, I saw that he was staring at me.

I quickly shifted my gaze elsewhere, pretending to look at something else. But I was right—he was staring. Staring intensely!

His stare was so awkward!

"So, you're not going to speak?" he asked.

"Why me?" I asked in confusion.

But my voice came out sounding angry. He was really pissing me off. I was already mad, and he still wanted to make it worse.

"Because you're mad."

Your face is mad!

"So just because I'm mad, I should be the first one to speak?! Wow, Shouldn't the one who caused the problem speak first?!"!" I snapped.

"Look, if this is about what I said earlier—"

"Oh, so you do know!" I cut him off. "...and yet I'm the one who has to talk first?!"

"And what exactly am I supposed to say?!" he asked in frustration.

He even matched my tone. Looked like he was planning to match my anger too.

"Why don't you figure it out?!"

Let's see how good you are at this!

"I'm not a fortune teller! How the hell am I supposed to know what you want to hear?!"

Damn it!

I smacked my forehead. Did he really not get it? A simple "sorry" and a little bit of appreciation—would fix everything!

"A-PO-LO-GIZE!" I said firmly, making his eyebrows knit together.

"Why should I?!"

"Hello! What about everything you said to me?! I helped you, and yet I ended up being the bad guy?!"

"I know I hurt your feelings, but you have to understand that what you did was wrong! What if Dylan actually went through with what you said?!"

"But he didn't!"

"Still wrong!"

"Fine, it was wrong! But you could've at least appreciated what I did!"

He ran his fingers through his hair, obviously holding back his anger.

"I do appreciate it! I appreciate how you put yourself at the brink of DEATH! And how you made me WORRY so much!"

That level of frustration when you just want to punch the person in front of you to end the conversation...

Aaaarrrggghhhh...

"Damn it! That's exactly my point! I already put my life on the line! And I don't even get a little bit of credit?! Damn it! I should've just let you sign that damn pap—"

I stopped mid-sentence when I saw him smiling at me.

This bastard!

I almost lost my voice from yelling at him, and he just smiled at me?! Has he finally lost it? Crazy!

"What?!" I asked in irritation.

"Three." he answered, holding up three fingers.

Three?!

"...Three profanity words."

My eyes widened as I realized what he meant. I completely forgot about that! But before this shameless guy could make a move, I crossed my arms in front of me.

"NO!" I shouted.

"No?"

My name is No, my number is No...

What the hell?! This damn King is making me start singing now!

"...What do you mean?! Have you forgotten our deal?" he reminded me.

"I haven't forgotten! But since I'm mad, NO KISS!"

"HEY! That doesn't count!" he complained.

"Your face doesn't count! And besides, I don't want to! You smell like cigarettes!"

The moment I said that, he immediately sniffed himself. As if I wouldn't notice. The cigarette smell on him was so strong.

"And so what if I smell like cigarette?" he asked arrogantly.

"I don't like the smell!"

"Tss... It's not like you've never smoked before."

I glared at him. "Excuse me! I only tried it! And I'm not kissing you if you've smoked! The whole day!"

"What?! You can't be serious about that?!" he asked in disbelief.

Think again!

"I'm dead serious." I teased him.

"C'mon! I can't live without having your lips for a day!"

Oh, the drama!

"Can't live?! You made it to 17 without me by your side. And it's not like we kiss every day, right?"

"Yeah... 'Cause I know that the next day, I can still kiss you. But now... What if I smoke every day? That means day after day without—hell no!"

A while ago, I was so annoyed at this guy. But now, I was laughing at him. Is he a kiss addict or something?!

"I'm serious about this." I said.

"Jay... If this is still about our argument, fine! You win!... Thank you! Thank you... for risking your life to help me and my brothers."

Ahahahaha...

"Nice… So your mind suddenly changed just because of a kiss, huh?"

He looked at me pleadingly, as if his handsome face would make me change my mind.

"...but my answer is still no. I'm still annoyed at you! For so many reasons!"

The bastard let out a loud sigh, looking like he was about to scream in frustration.

"What now?! What other reason?!"

I rolled my eyes at him. "I don't know. Figure it out."

Suddenly, he smacked his own forehead. I wanted so badly to laugh at how ridiculous he looked, but I had to stay strong in my fake-angry moment.

Besides, there was something I really wanted to know.

"I just feel like..." I started, making him go quiet and turn to me. "...I don't really know you that well yet."

"What do you mean?" he asked calmly. 

It looked like he realized I was being serious now.

"What happened between you and your dad..." I trailed off. He suddenly looked away. It was clear he didn't want to talk about it.

I looked away too. He felt like a stranger in that moment. At the very least, he could've told me his parents' names. I couldn't shake the feeling that—

"My Dad killed my Mom."