Chapter 7: Eyesore

(Tuesday @3:50 pm)

I was about to go to the kitchen when I caught something that my eyes didn't want to see. It was a woman sitting beside Xzavier, clinging her arms around Xzavier's arms while smiling lustfully. Heck.

I just shrugged that feeling off and went straight to the kitchen, ignoring the two freakin love birds. I took a glass of warm water and drank it immediately. I don't know why I got pissed off all of a sudden. Did I woke up at the wrong side of the bed today? I guess no. Cause when I woke up i was so happy, singing, dancing while showering, but when I saw the face of that freakin girl gosh! My blood boiled like hell!

I walked back to the staircase but came into halt when Xzavier called my name. I quickly turned my heels and faced him. "Yea?" I asked, giving him the what-do-you-want-look. He signaled me.to come over to him and so I did.

"This is Claire Stanford. And Claire this is Heart Zamora." He introduced us to each other. What the heck? Who asked him to?

"Hey Heart, nice to meet you." She said, giving me those plastic smiles and of course i can't lose just by that! I also gave her my super plastic smile. After that we sat down the single sofa---i mean I sat down the single sofa while the both of them sat down at the same sofa still holding Xzavier's arms. Heck! I wanna chop those arms off!

'And what's this?' goes my annoying inner voice. Shut up!

I can see her lustfulness in her freakin eyes and wanna pluck them off out of their sockets just like the poor fruits that I used to pluck at my Grammy's garden. Damn, if plucking one's eyeball isn't illegal and can't cause someone's death, then I should've done that awhile ago!

'So you want to be a criminal just because you were jealous?' there it goes again. And what? Jealous? Hell no! I ain't jealous! Who said I'm jealous!?

'I just did, idiot.' Okay, so right now, all I want to do is straggle that inner voice. If only. Sighs.

And who is she again? Xzavier said she is a model. Heck? A model? She's a freakin model? Tch. I'm also a model but I don't dress like hers. You know? She dress up like she wants to be naked in front of him! And look at me, I'm a model too but I don't dress like hers. She freakin wore a fushion bra and a short shorts, while me? I only wear simple shirts, pants and converse. That's all! I don't want to dress and be known as a 'model', i just want to live like a normal civilian but my parents want me to be like this. Sighs.

"So babe, what do you want to do this weekend?" She asked him. And hell what? Babe? Tch.

'So you're not jealous huh?' goes my inner voice again. I said I'm not. Okay? And why would I be jealous? I don't have the right to be jealous.

'Right! You don't have to, but why are you acting like a total girlfriend, freaking out cause her boy is with another girl?'

I'm not freaking out, okay? It's just... they're an eyesore. Yeah, an eyesore!

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