part4
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"You seem to have a habit of walking around clueless and bumping into people."
My eyes moved up to his face.
Ugh. Mr. Rude himself. (Yep. The same guy—Shahan.)
"Looks like being a jerk is a habit for you too," I snapped back.
He fired right back, clearly annoyed.
"Yeah? I saw your manners last night. Don’t lecture me on politeness."
Oof. He had a point. I did kind of go off last night...
But come on, I live in the 21st century. I can’t let this dude out-sass me.
"Alright, let’s just start over. Hi. Let’s pretend we’re meeting for the first time."
He stared at me like I’d grown two heads.
"What’s with that look?"
"You want us to... what? Get acquainted? Why should I get to know my brother’s classmate?"
"How old are you?"
"Twenty-six."
"Okay, so you're past puberty. Hopefully. Maybe act like it? Let’s try being civilized humans."
He narrowed his eyes.
"Wait—are you trying to flirt with me? Look, I—"
Flirt?! Bro, don’t flatter yourself.
"Okay, stop right there!" I cut him off before his ego exploded.
"I take it back. I don’t wanna be civilized. Because talking to you is like talking to a cow. And guess what? We humans haven’t figured out how to speak Moo yet, so until that day comes, this convo’s over."
He blinked. "Are you calling me a cow?"
I nodded with zero shame. "Yup."
I bumped into him as I passed by, and he grabbed my arm—tight.
"No one talks to me like that," he growled.
I stared him down, completely unfazed.
"Well, congrats. First time for everything. And lucky you, it’s me."
“Mr. Mostofi!”
The voice made him freeze mid-retort.
He clenched his jaw and hissed through his teeth, “What is it, Mostafa?”
“The big boss is here.”
Just like that, he let go of my arm and turned stiff.
“Escort the lady out. She can finish her shopping somewhere else.”
Excuse me?
“The hell I will! I wanna shop here.”
“This is my place. And you’re banned.”
“If I’d known it was yours, I wouldn’t have stepped foot in this dump.”
I stormed out of the store.
I was done with his stupid face and massive ego.
Ugh. What a delusional jackass.
It was 11 a.m. I had to head back to class.
...
After class, I was looking around for Nava so we could head home together.
“Ugh, where are you, girl?!”
- Writer
