Chapter 7
We were in Yvonne's office, relaxing on her sofa. Of course, she was absent from this room and was going out doing who knows what.
I was sitting upright while he was lying on the side, sitting almost next to my thighs.
It seems that suddenly starting to regret things was starting to take a mental toll on him.
He didn't seem to be that miserable anymore though, which is good.
My stare trailed down his closed eyes to his soft malleable hair.
I couldn't hold myself back from stroking his hair strands.
In the past, he was always treating me like a sister when we were older. Well, today I'll be the older sister.
He didn't seem to mind and showed no reaction. Maybe he was just asleep.
I played around with long strands of his hair and tried making braids.
I took a hair band from my pocket and tied his hair up into a small ponytail.
His hair wasn't so long that it made a good ponytail, but it was decently long enough to look good.
Being more interested in his hair than my book, I left it to the side and began styling his hair into a messy bun.
He had pretty sharp features…
Long eyelashes that I often heard my friends being jealous of…
A very sharp jawline…
Tender and healthy skin even without the use of skincare products.
It's always a mystery how girls can take so much care of these little details and still have skin problems, yet men will have the clearest skin just washing their face with the same towel they wash their ass with…
I took my phone out and snapped pictures of his beautiful face with delicate features accentuated by the messy bun.
I undid the bun and his soft hair fell over onto his face.
I can see what led to his actions to be a piece of shit. He was surrounded by girls his whole life and he was constantly praised. He's treated like a trophy and only has these experiences as a frame of reference on how to act.
What a handsome face on such an ugly bastard.
Of course, he changed, so that's good. He's not an ugly bastard anymore. Back when he told me what were the things he regretted, I could tell that the him of the past was really a jerk.
If I didn't know how he'd matured over time I would've never interacted with him at all.
I sipped on my coffee and ate a cookie from the table.
To be honest, I didn't know Yvonne would be like this but it's really a blessing.
I am still a little suspicious of her true motives, but she has been very nice and respected our privacy. She only asks for inspiration for her novel once in a while and she'll ask us to read some of her chapters to see what we think.
It's a good thing that we went to change his schedule.
I laughed to myself as I played with his hair.
…
The school day ended and I had to return to my home.
In the past, I hated being there and would often go to coffee shops or just stay at the library until they kicked me out.
That's how my caffeine addiction started. To be honest, I didn't even like coffee that much nor did I use the caffeine to boost my mental activity, but I liked the smell and the atmosphere these places had.
Today, I don't mind it as much.
As long as I shut myself in my room and mind my own business, it's not too bad.
Obviously, I've been told before that I should probably fix my relationship with my parents and just confess to them how I feel.
Actually, I did that. At first, they changed a little and were a little more caring towards me, albeit very awkwardly. But now they're back again to being very uncaring.
I'll try talking to them after a long day but they'll ignore me and instead tell me to go study.
It's bad, but since I'm already used to it, it doesn't feel as bad anymore.
I can be in my room and just work on other things. I have a few projects that I've been working on and have analyzed the market trends and the current state of the economy.
It's to keep practice. To be honest, there's not much motivation to do other things since I know what I can do to earn money and know which stocks will blow up for the next few years.
I could get rich from my own hands, dip out of school and just go do whatever I want.
I want to experience a different school life though. And feel how a high school teenager should live, rather than living inside my textbooks and for my grades.
Greeting the housekeepers, I briskly walked across the halls, to the living room, and ran up the stairs.
I peeked at the study room where I noticed my mother and called out, "I'm home."
She didn't glance up from her documents.
My dad was out on a business trip but he'd return tonight.
"Your father will be coming back tonight with some of his friends. We'll be having dinner with them."
I almost tripped, crossing my legs to double back to the study room.
"Okay."
She looked up from her papers and smiled at me.
My parents didn't purposefully neglect me, but they were also raised in households where their parents were even worse.
My dad was often beaten by his parents, and he assumes they did not love him a single ounce. Naturally, he does not know how to love his daughter if he wasn't ever loved.
My mother was also often verbally abused and though she wasn't beat up like my father, she was slapped very often. She's slightly less stoic than my father because her housemaids acted like big sisters for her as she was growing up.
My parents who weren't loved and didn't know how to love, married in a loveless arranged marriage.
"By the way, mother. Who are the friends?"
My memories from the future were a little vague, and the memories from this event were slightly cloudy.
"Hmm… your father did not tell me. I assume it'll be Henry and John, and your uncle Albert. I do know that their children will come over, make sure to make a good impression on them."
I winced as the memories came back.
"If Uncle Albert's coming… then Martha is too, correct?"
She didn't answer anymore, too absorbed in her documents.
Ah, I know she's coming anyway.
I went to my room and plopped myself onto the bed.
I really don't want to meet them.
Though I can get along well with others, fundamentally I like spending time with myself and doing my hobbies. I'm not a social butterfly that can happily spend hours on hours interacting with people.
Hugging my pillow, I remembered in the future that I'd think they were all very annoying and would ignore them throughout the whole dinner.
My father would be very bothered by this, especially since it's his friend's children, and it would become one of the major rifts in our relationship when we both didn't back down on our opinions.
His pride would especially be hurt when it seemed like his younger daughter was very rebellious and he had no control over her.
In the future, we both would never apologize and after a few months of cold war, we'd ignore it and act as if nothing had ever happened. Of course, our relationship worsened even more.
Ahhh… I really don't want to deal with those three pieces of garbage. They are literal scourges of society.
In a few hours, I'd have to deal with this by wearing a dress, makeup, and all sorts of preparations just to look 'presentable'...
Ahhh… I hate this.
At this moment, he's probably in basketball training still a little emotionally and mentally tired.
Would his friends be teasing him about me? Would he actually be developing attraction?
I'm curious to know but at the same time, I don't know what decision I would make.
If my timeline's Ivan were here and he knew of my thoughts, he'd probably laugh at me and make fun of me for going for his younger self.
I mentally pouted and yelled at his mental apparition.
You stupid jerk. You'll pay for that.
I'm not attracted to children. I swear.
I gnashed my teeth. I'll cut his salary in the future when we're back in our jobs.
I wonder what he'd say, though... Would he think I'm cute?
I'm trying to act cuter and it's a little awkward sometimes, but I just have to act how we used to act in the future and I'll completely forget about everything else.
It's a little cruel... going back in time, I can do so many things in my life that I used to care about before. Now... I just want to enjoy my time here but the person I want to be here with isn't here.