I mostly sat alone in my room, mindlessly swiping on my phone, absorbed in the fictional characters' tragic love stories. "Elijah would do everything for Klare. Rozen would manipulate everyone to get to Coreen," I sighed. "And you, Azrael Ian Montefalco III? You're such a jerk. All you did was annoy me, yet somehow you still got to me. Where's the justice in that?" I didn't realize I'd spoken out loud until Aki appeared out of nowhere.
"Repeat that. Azrael Ian Montefalco III?" he asked, watching me with arched eyebrows as he leaned over my shoulder. "Show me who that person is so I can punch him. That jerk beat me to it." I glanced at him, surprised. Was he kidding? Was he honestly jealous of a fictional character? The other day, he had taken the liberty to get so emotional when an opportunity came up for one of my male classmates to talk to me about our thesis, and he made a face that was nothing short of icy and bruising to the poor guy who turned and ran. Until then, I was unaware of that because he didn't inform me.
I sneered and replied, my eyes still on his face, "Are you out of your mind? That's just fiction. You are strangulating the air out of me, Aki! This needy obsession with my attention sucks. Now, congratulations, you got what you wanted." I folded my arms. Using the tone of the bitter, sulky teenager crossed my mind, but simultaneously, I felt an odd mix of irritation and amusement.
He smiled with pride, carefree, and his eyes glowed dangerously excitedly. "I wouldn't care if he was make-believe, Tinnie. What's mine is mine, and if it is necessary to force you, I might. "his voice, cold as ice, sent shivers down my spine. "If fate prevents me from having you, I have my ways. By hook or crook, you choose. Either way, I wouldn't mind if I could have you."
"Get the heck out of here. Your existence itself right now annoys the living hell out of me." I muttered out of annoyance. He stared at me, full of confusion. Those Argentinian orbs of his made me wanna gouge his eyes. We were doing a staring contest at this point, so I won't let him win. "Try lowering your grounds down so it'll be easier for the both of us."
I sighed out of frustration, and what on earth this living sperm can't understand my words? I closed my eyes as I constructed my words, not wanting to step on his ego and being. And as I opened my eyes and stared at his argentine-colored ones, "You are an insufferable idiotic human being." I retorted at him.
Unable to win an argument with me, he slowly left the room. I could finally breathe. It was as if I had been holding my breath for too long and would gasp for air.