Chapter 02
1147 Words
Marcelli Eirene Banasiewiez
"Yes. Nevermind," my father sighed then looked at me. "Ready your things. You two will be living this afternoon."
That made me gape at him.
Why is this so sudden?!
I'm so stressed. I was only given an hour to prepare. I didn't even know what to put in my luggage.
And for f**k sake, shouldn't we have to introduce each other or whatever? I mean, we're going to live on the same roof for months. I just want to scare him that if he makes something funny, I won't think twice and just shoot him.
It was as if their motive was to rush me so I won't have time to ask more questions. But my father would never do that.
I hope so.
I just saw myself sitting inside an airplane, beside the window with a ranting man on my left. He wants my seat and we did the Jack 'n poy and he lost. I'm not even sure what got me to play with him.
"I just want to see the sky," Oren pouted his heart-shaped lips.
We've been together for only more than half an hour and he's already getting on my nerves.
I've read about him being a consistent brat. Few say that you'll just accept defeat once he wants something because he'll do anything to have it. One word is to pester.
"Hey, pancake. If you won't give that seat to me then I'll cry." He tried to taunt me.
I put my earphone on so he'll stop retorting back. "Go on, cry all you want. You'll just make fun of yourself. And don't call me names." I told him then turned on the music.
He has a very bad taste in nicknames.
Pretending to sleep was an escape because it's so childish to annoy me while sleeping but that was just a thought.
One moment, his finger kept on poking my arm. I'm just hearing blabbering because of my earphones.
I don't want to talk to him nor argue about some small matter. So I took his two hands and held it with mine. Whilst eyes still close.
I think it works. Oren just lay his head on my shoulder and I didn't bother pushing him. It will only lead to an argument between us. And I want to sleep, okay?
The ride in the sky wasn't as bad as I thought. I mean, I'm with Oren Blair. He's so famous for being a nuisance. Oren loves doing the opposite of what you told him. His entire security team was always, always cleaning the mess he has made.
I think I heard once that he's changing security teams every month because they can't handle him. There's also a time where he was charged with stealing donuts. You read it right. He. Steal. Donut.
And his explanation is one of the most absorbing reasons I've ever heard. Oren Blair just wants to try because he hasn't done stealing before.
This man is incautious for no reason. So don't blame me for getting shocked earlier because I'll age early with this guy.
No wonder his celebrity parents want to kick him out of the world. He'll ruin they're name.
"What are we riding?" Oren asked as soon as we landed.
"Secret," I said a nonsense answer in annoyance.
Oren frowned, "what's that? A new brand of car?"
"Yes, and if we ride on that, you'll die because that car kills an annoying person."
He makes a little step to come close to me and whisper, "are we still joking?"
I mentally rolled my eyes. "No," then leave him.
"Hey, sweetheart! That's not fair!" He followed me.
I gave him a look. "Did you just called me sweetheart?"
"What about those who love me?" Instead he says. "They'll cry if I die." He looks so stressed I want to laugh.
I know he knows I'm just messing around and he's just going with the flow. He's really a little kid.
"They'll mourn for years but move on afterwards."
Oren gasped with matching hands on his mouth and hands on his waist. "Do you know me?" He flipped his imaginary hair. "I'm Oren Blair---"
"You're nothing but Oren Blair." I said then left him again. This time we're stalking to the exit.
I need to have a lot of patience with this guy. Years of training just to guard a man with the mind of a child. Many may want to be in my place because Oren is really a package. But not me. I don't fancy this kind of trouble.
Oren's parents provide a service for us. I saw a man holding a banner above his head with our name on it. Must be the said service.
"He's there---" I pointed at the man but when I looked back. Oren wasn't there. "Where the hell is that man!" I silently hissed.
The man in black helped me to look for that piece of s**t. We just landed and now he's nowhere! I'm gonna strangle his neck once I see him.
Minutes later, my name was heard from the speaker of the airport. It's telling me to go to the lost and found department. I couldn't care less what I lost. All I want is to find Oren f*****g Blair and kill him right away. But the announcement didn't stop so I decided to go for it and look for Oren later.
"Hi, I'm Marcelli Banasiewiez." I told the young lady which I assume is the one that's on the speaker.
She guided me to one of the rooms then I saw him, sitting on a white plastic chair, hugging his backpack with an expression of a lost child waiting for his mother to come to him.
"Mr. Blair told us that you lost him and he doesn't have your number." Said the lady.
My hand flew to my forehead. There's so called social media to contact me. Oh, nevermind. I forgot he's prohibited to use gadgets.
Oren's eyes weren't focused and keep on looking at his surroundings.
Then his eyes landed on where I'm standing. His face lit up and came running to me. I was slightly moved because of how he suddenly dropped his body on mine.
It takes a minute for me to realize he's hugging me so I made little space for us. I lightly push him away from me enough to look at his face.
He's so near I can smell his minty breath. And I didn't know he had a few freckles under his eyes you couldn't see if you're not one inch close to him.
Oh, why is he so beautiful?
"You left me!" Oren suddenly hissed, taking me from where I'm admiring his pretty face.
I unconsciously close my eyes and pray for the patience I need. Dealing with him was so tiring.
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