My Getaway

CHAPTER 3

As I arrived home, my stepsister was watching television. She’s so addicted to series.

I went to the kitchen to drink water then I went to my room to check my phone.

No reply from her yet?! She has a debt! She’s even paying me thrice the amount of the things she bought. She should be bothered about how to pay me.

"Hey debtor, do you still have plans on paying?" I bugged her since she didn’t reply.

It took minutes before she replied.

"Of course, I'm not a liar," she said.

"Oh then, good. I thought you were already running away from me."

"What? You're the one who didn't give me your bank account number."

"I told you to pick but you didn't."

"Ugh, you're so annoying. I have debts to other people, but you're the most annoying one I have to pay for. Can you just give me your account number? So that we could finish this already."

Oh… So that's her point? She wants to end this quickly?

"You're not even going to say thank you?" I asked.

"What?"

"Because I helped you escape? Did you enjoy the party?"

"Wtf? Did you eavesdrop on me the whole time?"

"Nope. Your voice was just nice to listen to."

"Huh? Just give me your account number!"

"Hmm... Are you giving up on my name? You really want my account number instead?"

"I need both so I could pay you, but I think the number is more important now."

"Hmm… You don't want me to change your name in the contacts here, debtor? I wonder what you named me on your phone."

"Loan shark."

Wow– This girl is really challenging me, huh?

"What?! Isn't that supposed to be savior? Plus, I wasn't the one who offered the payment to be double, you even changed it to triple. You debtor!"

"You're talking too much. We could've ended this earlier if you just told me your account number and name."

Is she getting annoyed? Oh, I love annoying her.

"What about we exchanging names now, debtor?"

"Why are you asking for my name? It's not needed."

"Hey, it is. So next time around, I won't let someone with that name borrow money from me again!"

"Are you generalizing the people who have the same name as me?" she replied quickly.

"Well, maybe? And it's your fault."

"Then, I wouldn't say my name."

"Okay then, I wouldn't say mine either."

"F*ck you," she replied.

I didn't reply when I felt that she was already pissed.

Lately, at school, I already feel like I'm in a good mood. Talking to that girl made me forget about my problems not until Math quiz came.

Ugh, geez. Mathematics. I could understand the lesson but I kept on forgetting it easily afterwards. Gosh, I'm not like my stepsister who switches her test paper with someone smarter than her. Hell no. I'm not that evil, I have limits. I only use my power whenever it's needed.

After a few days, the result of my Math quiz came. And this time I came in, not last but 2nd to last before the guy who has interest in me.

How could I even stoop down on his level?! Gosh, I can’t believe this. I'm wealthy, but I'm not that quick when it comes to academics. It was one thing I couldn't pay off with money. Knowledge and it's important.

My debtor haven’t messaged me for days and I also haven't gone clubbing lately.

I arrived home with my stepsister and we had dinner together along with my dad and stepmom.

"How was school?" dad asked my stepsister.

He's always asking about that but he doesn't even ask how her daughter is. Maybe for my stepsister he does but for me no, never.

"It was fine, dad. I was recognized as the top scorer in our Math test!" my stepsister said proudly.

"Wow, I'm so proud of you!" dad happily said.

Is my stepsister proud of her manipulated scores? And my dad's falling for it again? I'm actually in the same grade as my stepsister and we're both graduating this year.

"How about you, Lielle?" dad faced me and asked.

"Uh..." I couldn’t answer straight.

"She's almost at the bottom, dad,” my stepsister interrupted me.

What is she doing?! Is she starting a fight with me again? A fight in which I would never win.

"What? Is that true, Lielle?" my dad asked, disappointed.

"Y-Yes, dad…" I gulped.

Everyone’s scores were shown on the bulletin board at the corridor and we were on the same level, so she certainly saw my scores as well.

Gosh! I want to put duct tape on her mouth for her to shut up!

"You should be like your stepsister, having high scores,” my stepmom told me.

Tch. The audacity! If I knew they both planned out manipulating the scores in order to impress my dad. They always destroy my image in front of him and dad easily believes in them. In short, I don't have power at the house.

"That's true Lielle,” dad said.

We continued eating dinner.

"Then teach me math, sis,” I said annoyingly.

I wanted to annoy my sister, knowing that she didn't know much about the topic. She only glared at me while I smirked playfully.

"You can do that on your own, Lielle, no need to bother your sister," dad said.

"Your dad's right," my stepmom agreed to him.

D*mn this household. They are always defending her.

"I'm going in first." I left them and went to my room.

My stepsister followed after a few minutes.

"What was that?! Are you playing with me?" my stepsister shouted at me.

I was leaning on the headboard of my bed.

"What are you saying, sis?" I teased her.

"Shut up. Don't even try giving hints to dad or I'll f*cking get all of your money,” she threatened me.

She shut my door loudly and left the room.

Yes, that was possible. She's listed as my family member, so she has access to my bank account, even my stepmom does but it’s unfair because I didn't have theirs.

I don't even know how much money they're receiving from my dad, I just know that it's a huge amount because my sister bought a YSL bag and Gucci sunglasses last week. She has around three items from each brand. She spends a lot. In my case, I don’t care about girly and fashion stuff, I use my money for clubbing and future purposes.

Speaking of future purposes, my debtor hasn't messaged me anymore. It's been four days! What on earth is her plan?!

Anyways, I'm starting to become problematic since two weeks from today is already my exams, yet I just want to spend my time clubbing.

As usual, I was busy clubbing this week. I met with Liam at the club.

"Hey Liam, can I ask something?" I asked him.

"What is it?" he curiously asked.

"How long do you study for exams?"

"Exams? Oh. That’s a good question, so are you studious now?" he joked.

"Really?! Can you just answer me?" I strictly said.

"The strict Lielle is back again. Chill out! Hmm... Let me see. I procrastinate for about three hours, then maybe one hour?"

"What? You spend one hour studying only? Is that for all of the subjects?" I asked, surprised.

"i***t. How could you fit it all in an hour? It's per subject, dude," he said.

We drank a shot together.

"Why'd you ask though? You're going to study hard now?"

"Nah, I don't know. My stepsister's just so annoying I want to crush her," I said.

"Hah! The one who's manipulating scores," he grinned.

He poured me a drink.

"Yeah, you remember?" I asked then drank.

"It was my friend’s paper. How could I forget? It was Noah’s."

"Gosh. My stepsister's really evil," I said then shook my head.

At school I was not motivated anymore, so I decided to message my debtor during lunchtime.

"Hey, don't you have a debt?" I messaged and received her reply after about thirty minutes.

"Whatever. You aren’t even going to give me your account number. Never mind about the debt," she replied.

"Woah, woah. I see you're running away from me now, huh? I shouldn't have saved you," I replied back.

"I didn't ask you to."

Instead of having a good mood after messaging her, I ended up in a bad mood.

I went to the club after my classes and drank a lot of liquor when I saw her. I didn't approach her and was just observing her with her two bodyguards behind. Why does she even have them? I don't even have one. I'm also rich.

I drank a little and saw her leave. Afterwards, I went home exhausted and slept immediately.

I was not in the mood to listen to the teacher so I sneaked to message Liam.

"Hey, did you go to the other club?" I messaged him but he didn't reply so I kept my phone inside.

During lunch time I decided to bug my debtor again.

"Hey debtor. When are we seeing each other again so you could pay me?" I messaged her and it really took her a while before replying back. She replied after forty-five minutes.

Just what takes her so long to reply?!

"I'm paying you via bank account, okay?" she replied.

"Just hand it out personally," I replied back.

She replied again after five minutes. She’s so slow!

"Why should I meet up with you again?"

"To give me the money obviously."

"Why not your bank account?" She replied ten minutes late again. Gosh.

"What takes you so long to reply?!" I asked.

She didn't reply fast and it annoyed me so I bugged her.

"Hey!"

"What,"

"Are,"

"You,"

"Doing?" I messaged her five times and then she replied faster, approximately two minutes.

"Can you stop being distracting?" she replied.

"What are you doing? What takes you long to reply? What are you busy about?"

She was just a debtor but I didn't know why I had to ask these things. Maybe I'm just bored.

"I shouldn't have given you my number."

"So you won't be able to pay me?" I teased.

"I'll pay you. Could you shut up now? I'm studying."

Oh… She's studious.

"Oh. How diligent. What school do you attend to?"

I pretended not to know then she replied three minutes later.

"Why'd I tell you?"

"Hmm... Based on my instincts, you're studying at Lakewood University."

She didn't reply, so I sent a message again.

"Am I right?" I followed up a text message.

"Are you stalking me now?"

"Am I? Hmm..."

"I got to study, bye," she replied.

I didn't reply back and just went outside but her car wasn't there yet.

Was she early to be fetched? Or she's staying late?

"Where are you?" I asked hoping she'll reply. I really sound like a stalker.

"Gosh! Why'd I tell you?" she replied.

"You have to!"

"What would I get?"

"My name," I replied and risked, by giving out my name just for her to tell me.

"I'm at school."

"Where?"

"School!"

"Which part of the school?"

"Why?"

"Just tell me!"

"Library!"

I didn't reply and went there instead. I searched for her and sat down as soon as I saw her. I sat three tables away from her.

We were just seated across from each other, just like rich families who had very long tables during dinner time. I observed her and she was very focused in studying. She was also teaching two people who was with her but when the two students left, she stayed.

"Busy?" I messaged her and saw her taking a peek on her phone but continued studying.

So that's why she replies late? She's reading my messages through the lock screen then studies again.

"You're really not going to reply?" I messaged again.

She got her phone and messaged back.

"I told you I'm studying," she replied.

I really feel like a stalker for some reason.

"You should be studying at home."

"Can't focus," she replied three minutes after.

"Can I go near?" I messaged.

"What?"

I went on her table and grabbed a chair across her. She got very surprised when she saw me.

"F*ck, I thought it was somebody else." She held her heart nervously.

"Somebody else? Who are you expecting? Your boyfriend?" I asked.

"I don't have one." She was writing down notes.

I was just looking at her closely while she was writing but later on, she got annoyed about it.

"Can you let me study in peace?" she asked, annoyed.

I motioned my head further from her.

"No need to get mad, cutie," I was trying to mess with her again but she didn't bite.

I was just sitting down doing nothing for a few minutes but never felt bored looking at her. She looks so cute. I suddenly felt cringe and shook my head causing the table to move.

"Oops, sorry,” I said playfully.

"Gosh. Are you going to sit there forever? Aren't you going home?" she asked strictly.

"Hmm... I'll think about it. You should too," I suggested.

"I'll go home later. Do something else."

"Something else? Like what?"

"Your stuff... Or I don’t know, what you normally do." She continued reading her notes.

"Clubbing?" I asked.

She glared at me for a few seconds and then went back to studying.

"Oh. You don't like doing that? Okay," I said.

I got amazed by the way she studies. The longer I stare at her while she’s studying, she becomes more attractive. I could stare at her forever. What am I even saying?!

"Hey, why didn't you ask about it?" I asked.

"What?" she responded while looking at her book.

"My name," I said, but she didn't respond.

"I told you I'd give you my name if you told me where you are."

"I just told you my location because I thought you couldn't come here." She looked at me.

"You study here?" I asked.

"Obviously."

I started rocking my chair and almost fell but I held the table as fast as I could. What’s gotten into me?! She’s writing, I’m so annoying!

She suddenly stood up and got her things.

"Hey, hey sorry!" I stood up and quickly followed behind her, trying get closer.

"Hey... I really didn't mean to do that. I almost fell didn't you see that?" I tried to prove my innocence.

"Shut your explanations,” she said bossily.

"Sorry, I mean it." I grabbed her arm.

"Gosh, you're really so annoying!" she raised her voice.

"I know."

She continued walking while I was busy following her.