Chapter 33 - XXXII (2/2)
Laia turns to him with a sarcastic smile. ”Then I'd tell you that I don't give a single fuck and I am still waiting for you to leave me in peace.”
He laughs in the usual manner that he did, catching the eye of those seated near them. Laia even noticed that some girls started whispering and squealing after looking at the asshat.
Gross. If they only knew how bad the asshat's attitude was.
”Chill, Lopez,” The asshat sits down next to Laia and leans back to the fluffy exterior of the chair. ”The peace you're looking for is a handsome guy sitting next to you--”
Laia interjects with a scoff directed at the boy beside her. ”First of all, gross. Second of all, the peace I want is for once in my life my seemingly perfect day wouldn't be ruined by your annoying presence--”
”Laia, I ordered you some cream puffs-- Hey, Sammy!”
Great. Now Brie just had to show up before Laia was able to frankly tell the asshat what she was dreading to tell him since he ruined her life the moment he entered their school.
”Was I interrupting something?” Brie asks with a concerned expression on her face.
”Nah, Lopez was just ranting my ear off as usual.”
The audacity!
Laia glares at him. ”More like you ruined my alone time by appearing like an unwanted shrub that I would definitely uproot the moment I see you in my garden--”
Brie facepalms and looks at the asshat with a sheepish smile. ”She goes around with her idiomatic expressions every time she gets a bit.. well--”
”Emotional?” The asshat finishes for her.
Brie nods.
Laia turns to her friend with a betrayed expression which makes Brie laugh and the asshat snorts.
Really? Right in front of the cream puffs and the sitcom that was titled, ”Friends”?
”Anyway,” Brie rubs her palms together in anticipation of eating her cream puffs but stops when she realized that the asshat didn't have anything. ”Sammy, you're not getting anything?”
The asshat's mouth turned into an 'o'. ”Oh, yeah,” He stands up. ”I'm probably just gonna get a mocha latte.”
”You do realize this isn't a coffee shop, right?” Laia couldn't help but ask sarcastically.
Asshat deliberately ignores Laia's sarcastic remark and turns to Brie. ”I'll see you later?”
”You're not gonna seat with us?” Brie motions at the empty seats on her side and Laia's. ”There's plenty of room--”
”Definitely no room for an annoying asshole--”
Brie covers Laia's mouth with her hand and smiles at the asshat. ”I will make sure that Laia won't be too sarcastic--”
The asshat laughs but shakes his head. ”Nah. I'll probably just get a latte on the go at Brewing and go straight back to the school.”
”Okay,” Brie pouts and Laia was genuinely weirded out that her friend really did want the asshat to sit with them until they finish their cream puffs. Like, how can anyone tolerate the asshat's presence?
Maybe those who like him for his looks, Laia thinks to herself but was still admittedly perplexed on how anyone can just like someone for what they look like instead of focusing on what their attitude is.
”I mean, it's not like we don't grow old and lose our beauty in the process,” Laia whispers to herself but did not go unnoticed by Brie who raises an eyebrow at her friend.
”What are you whispering about?” She asks while munching on her cream puff. ”Are you thinking about the rankings again?”
More like the asshole who's keen on stealing her place on the rankings, but of course, Brie doesn't have to know about that or Laia will have to listen to her baseless theories about the asshat secretly having feelings for Laia.
Disgusting.
”I'm just thinking about why people settle for those who are blessed with good looks than those with a good temperament,” Laia decided to be honest. It's not Brie would judge. ”It just seems to be completely useless because we all grow old anyway and lose our looks in the process,”
Brie momentarily stops biting into her cream puff and nods in agreement. ”I agree. But I guess it's because most of us are superficial in a way? Like, we all like looking at beautiful things and I guess that applies to the people we tend to like too, as well.”
Laia rests her cheek on her hand, thinking about what her friend said.
”Don't you like handsome men too?” Brie asks. ”I mean, you do like your fictional men handsome and princely in a way, right?”
”Yeah, but,” Laia sighs in defeat. ”Oh well, no point in denying it. I really am superficial too despite how much I deny it.”
Brie hands her one of her cream puffs. ”Don't worry about it. I'm sure you'll end up dating someone handsome and with a good temperament!”
Laia could only hope and pray for the same.