Chapter 29 - XXVIII (1/2)

Just as she planned, the girl merely wore a hoodie on top of one of her loose shirts and then her elementary jogging pants that mysteriously still fit her. She dismissed the idea of wearing shorts upon realizing that the asshat might comment on her knees or something.

Rolling her eyes, the girl swiftly wore a headband to keep strands of her hair from falling to her face and ran out of her room.

Upon entering the living room, the asshat looks at her from head to toe and snorts.

Laia didn't let that go. ”Problem?”

The asshat stands up from the couch and puts his hands inside the pockets of his jeans, shrugging. ”Nothing at all,”

”Whatever,” Laia makes her way to the front door, raising an eyebrow at the asshat who was still standing behind her. ”You coming or what?”

”Yeah, yeah,”

Laia didn't bother to wait for the asshat and immediately walked towards the front door. She quickly slipped on her slippers and gestured the asshat to walk faster when she stopped just outside the gate of her house.

”Where are we going?” The asshat asks Laia when he was finally beside her.

Asshat was currently curiously checking out the nearby houses and the overall surroundings of the girl's neighborhood. Maybe he's not that used to a quaint neighborhood, Laia thinks.

Well, he does live in the heart of the city where there is a lot of pollution and noisy neighbors.

And cars that consequently honk regardless of how early or late it is.

The girl didn't waste time and started walking regardless of not having a destination in mind. The asshat follows her, albeit it is obvious how he was making sure to keep a distance between them.

Whatever, it's not Laia's fault if he ends up getting lost.

Not that the girl's neighborhood was big enough to get lost in. Laia even got used to her neighborhood within just a week after they moved in.

Humming to herself, the girl tried her best to not think of how better everything would be if she didn't come out of her bedroom earlier despite her mother personally waking her up. Maybe right now she's still lazying around, binging the new series she researched about or just sleeping.

Anything regardless of how simple or boring is definitely better than having to accompany the asshat in her supposed only rest day.

”Hey, wait,”

Laia turns to the asshat who stopped in front of a small bakery beside one of the houses. Laia happened to know the owner of the house personally, an old woman she called Grandma Brenda who had always given her various kinds of bread when she passed by.

Glancing at the asshat who took his wallet from his pocket, Laia stood on her tiptoes to see if Grandma Brenda was around. Weirdly enough, the old woman wasn't.

”Am I supposed to enter there and get the bread I want?” The asshat asks, pointing at the small barrier that served as the entrance to where Grandma Brenda would usually be.

”If you want to them to think you're a thief, definitely,”

Asshat rolls his eyes and steps back. ”Unfortunately, I'm not into handcuffs,”

”The police wouldn't probably appreciate having to handcuff someone so early in a Saturday morning, especially someone as annoying as you,” Laia deadpans.

”I'm annoying?”

Laia nods. ”Definitely. You're even more annoying than that one hamster I had as a kid that would bite me for no reason even if I would feed him on time and continuously clean his wheel,”

The girl internally facepalmed. Why would she even tell the asshat something as random as that? Has she finally gone insane with the all-nighters she's been pulling for the upcoming exams?

”You had a hamster?” The asshat was leaning against the wall, his arms folded against his chest.

”Yep,” Laia replies, popping the 'p'. ”Why? Are you surprised that someone like me could afford a hamster?”

Asshat raised his hands in the air. ”You said that not me,”

”But you're implying it,” Laia's brows furrowed.

”That's just your anger issues and constant need of arguing with me speaking.”

Gritting her teeth in frustration, Laia was about to respond to the asshat's jab when the old woman came out from her house holding a newspaper.

”Laia, dearie!”

Laia immediately steps away from the asshat who grinned triumphantly as he had won another one of their endless arguments again.

Flipping her middle finger at the asshat subtly, Laia turns her back towards him and faces the old woman with a smile. ”Hi, grandma,”

The old woman makes her way outside of the barrier and gently hits the younger girl on the shoulder with the newspaper she was holding. ”You haven't visited in so long!”

The sad thing is that Laia visited the old woman's bakery just the day before yesterday. However, Laia knew better than to tell the old woman about the gaps in her memory which will only end up making Grandma Brenda sad and anxious.

And it simply wasn't Laia's place to intervene. The old woman had some of her children living with her, and Laia thinks they had already informed the old woman regarding these concerns.

Probably. Laia hoped they did.