I am Mr. Billionaire’s Obsession

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I am looking for a table, so I can eat my lunch and I really hate those stares, these peoples hould know that stares are very uncomfortable. I don’t care on what they are thinking, I just state some facts about Febi, that she’s a f*****g pretender.

I am currently on my way, looking for a table to sit on at the cafeteria for lunch. And along my way towards an empty table, I could feel their stabbing stares at me. I rolled my eyes. Yes, it’s very uncomfortable seeing how they are trying to judge and talk behind my backs but so what? I don’t care at all. The hell do I care about their opinions? I’m only telling the truth. 

I know that she’s not truly good, she’s only hiding her horns behind her back and I can’t stand the fact that they think she’s kind. Acting all so innocent and good, pwe. She’s worse than me. 

It’s the most basic attitude of a person when they want to hide something. An impoverished kind who uses people for their own personal desires. 

I still couldn’t find any vacant tables to sit on and I could hear Febi on the background calling for my name. 

Really? Doesn’t she even feel a slight of decency? Is she just plain stupid or a f*****g nut case? 

She was already humiliated and all and yet she still keeps sticking with that façade of hers, it’s so irritating! I’m so sick of her attitude. 

Fuck, if I’m going to die, I’ll probably die with my eyes open. Even if I go straight to hell, I don’t care. I am not apologizing to some two-faced manipulative person. 

“Amira, we still have a seat here!” Febi yelled, pointing beside her. Her friends are trying to stop her from doing so like some alipongers who decided to stick with her because of her supposed popularity.

I walked towards their table and dropped my tray of food. I suddenly lost my appetite from the looks of her; a slight grin flashed onto her face.

Bitch, please. 

“You really don’t know how to stop, don’t you?” I asked and distanced my chair from them although I am sharing one table with her.

“Amira, I know that you’re just tired and stressed from school works that’s why–“

“Shut up. Am I even asking for your opinion? Do you think that I came here because I want to come with you and talk? No way, I won’t ever do that. I came here to remind you that you can’t please other people just because you are nice and you have a crystal clear heart,” I sarcastically commented, cutting her off before looking at her from head to toe.

“Know your place, Febi and…” I came near her ear. “Keep this in your little brain of yours that… I will never like you and that will never change. In fact, I hate and loathe you until the day that I am going to die.” I distanced myself and then grabbed onto my juice sandwich.

Once I stood up with my tray of food, I noticed Febi’s company looked at me, only for me to ignore them. Does it look like I care about their stares? They can chit chat all they want but I am not going to get hurt with their petty insults. After all, I’m just being true and I will never please other people just to make myself look good.

When I was young, I always tried to please my parents to buy me some nice toys. It worked for the first few tries but when I started going to school and achieved first place, I thought I could gain more of their affection but instead, they taught me pressure. They stopped giving me gifts and told me to focus more on my studies. They burdened me with academic success and never rewarded me, unlike my sister and Febi. 

I was in sixth grade when my maid brought me some dolls. They were inexpensive but I have always appreciated the gesture. For one thing, it has been several years since I was given a toy and so I really loved it. 

Meanwhile, my parents decided to bring me more learning and art materials. They enrolled me in a ballerina class despite not wanting to, voice lessons and swimming classes until I felt exhausted trying to give my best in everything. 

I was a child back then, so little. I was envious of my sister and Febi who could have everything they wanted. 

I wanted to play, to become a normal child and yet they ignored it. 

My parents even bought them doll houses before. I could understand why my sister received it but how come also Febi has it and not me? That’s when I realized that I was an outcast and a tool at the same time. 

My parents used me as a tool for them to look good in the eyes of the others while the other two could enjoy the rest of their childhood.

One day, my father discovered the gift that my maid gave to me. He snatched it away from my hands and I could still remember my face dripping with snouts and tears. My voice was hoarse, it felt like my heart was going to explode from the emotions inside of me. 

He burned the toy in front of me. 

And I could see every little detail of how the toy turned into nothing but a crisp of black and the smell of rubber.

However, what was much worse was how he decided to fire my maid, just because she gave me a toy. 

He was a strict parent… but to me, he was a monster who wanted to work me like a robot through my whole life. He changed my nanny into someone new, a stricter one who would never falter in my pleas. 

And so, at the age of thirteen years old, my feelings towards Febi grew stronger. I loathed her, I hated her. 

She was not even a daughter of my parents and not a sister to me and yet… they gave her everything I wanted. Yes, everything that I wanted. 

Instead of giving me any, they gave it all to her. Why? What’s so wrong with me?

It was my fourteenth birthday when I finally feel fed up. I became unapproachable and started to hide some of the things that made me happy. My parents never gave me anything throughout the years and so I did all of it on my own. They told me that I finally had my own credit card so why should they give me gifts? 

My own Mama and Papa, they never really gave me anything.

And now, it feels very ironic. 

They know everything that Febi wants but not their own child. I feel like a stranger inside my own home–no, I can never call it a home. It is only a house. 

I took a deep breath. They can’t blame me if I am acting like this anymore. They were the ones who made me like this. They made their own daughter suffer and build a defense mechanism from her own parents. They taught me to become a stranger and a harsh one at that. 

And now, I don’t know and I don’t care who my friends are anymore. Be it one person or two, be it none… so what? I can live without any companions at all. I can live on my own and I won’t need anyone’s help. 

“Did you see what Amira did earlier? She really has a salty attitude, doesn’t she? Why does Febi even befriend her?”

“I know right. Febi is such an angel. I hope Amira can see it someday.”

“It’s such a waste that Amira has a bitchy attitude. If she was just as kind as Febi, people wouldn’t loathe her at all.”

I turned my gaze towards the people I heard talking about me behind my back. They were not too far from my locker. When our eyes met, I smiled at them and saw the surprised look on their faces. 

They looked like some idiots who had been burned by the tip of my cigarette stick upon seeing me there. 

“More so, I think it’s such a waste if I hit you with my locker door so you could just f*****g shut up.” I raised one of my eyebrows while putting my hands across my waist. The two of them immediately hurried and ran away from me. I saw the fear in their eyes. 

Hah, whatever. It’s not like it’s anything new anymore.