Gem of section eBook-2

Argue

Jay-jay's POV "Aren't you going to answer that?" Ci-N
asked me while eating ice cream. I kept turning the pages of the catalog I was holding. I ignored my cellphone
and the kid who had already finished a liter of ice cream. Ci-N glanced at my phone for a moment and went
back to what she was doing. "Do you have an LQ?" She asked. I didn't answer again. "What's that? There's no L
yet, there's a Q." She said. It made me think. There's no L yet? What L? The fool looked like he had won. I was
orced to face her and talk to her. "What L?" I asked. "Love." She answered quickly. Pffttt... "What's the Q?" "Q-
langot." She said and burst out laughing. Sometimes it's really good to punch someone in the face. This kid 's
ace was already pale . "I don't know about you..." I said annoyed and just turned to the catalog again. He said
I chose where he would live. He said he didn't know anything about that. I'm even more pale! But I also helped
him so that I could be busy. "Quarrel." He said after laughing. "Hm?" "Lover's Quarrel. You and Keifer." I looked
away. "We're not Lovers." "That's why... There's no L yet, you're already Q." He kept repeating. I don't know! I
don't want to talk to him now. I also know that he's the one calling me. Let him be! Ci-N's cellphone rang. He
fidgeted for a moment and then immediately turned to me. "Keifer has something to tell you." He said. "...in 5
minutes if you don't show up for him, he'll talk to Angelo now." What? Show up? Talk to him? I looked at Ci-N in
surprise. I waited for him to say something else but he just shrugged. Ci's cellphone rang again. "He said he's
out there." I jumped up. That was an impact! I knew he was planning to. He was going to tell Kuya Angelo
about our relationship. I almost tripped while running. But I didn't care. I just needed to see the other person
and maybe see what he was doing. When I got out of the gate of the house. There was nothing! No people or
cars. That's stupid! I think I was just tripping. I was about to go back inside when I noticed a nice car not far
away. The window was down and.... There was the animal! I walked closer. I faced the Pest King of Snakes.
"Hey! Here I am! What do you need?!" I asked angrily. "Get in." He ordered calmly. "I don't want to! Tell me what
you need." "Get in." "I don't want to! You won't say anything, leave." "Shh." Is that it?! Is that what he's going to
say? It's too long! I just cried! "You're a fool! I'm leaving!" "You're going to get in or you're going to get in!" He
said angrily. Here you go! I'm going to get in! I was shocked by what he did. It was like I lost my mind and got
into his car. I really couldn't stand his anger. It was like Kuya's. He quickly started the car again without any
shame. I just held on to the seat. Where we were going, I didn't know. It was scary to speak. I felt like I was
going to be blasted with dragon fire. "Say something." He said, leaving me stunned. "W-what am I going to
say?" "Anything. Your mad at me? Shout! Curse me! "What's wrong with this? Maybe his dick is working again.
Yes, I'm angry with him. But why should I be the one to talk? "W-where are we going?" I changed the subject.
He didn't answer. Until I noticed the gate we were going through. It was familiar to me. Where did I----woot! He
brought me here too. That night when I told him to talk, he had a hard time letting me go. I was right, the place
is a subdivision. But there are no houses yet, the rest is still being built.
We stopped under a big tree. I didn't move,
I looked outside and looked in different directions except for
him.
We were silent for a few minutes. From the corner of my eye
I saw him looking at me.
I glanced at him for a moment. I thought he was looking at someone else.
I was right. He was looking at me. Staring at me!
It was awkward to look at him like that!
"So, you're not going to speak?" He asked.
"Why me?" I asked in surprise.
But it sounded like I was already angry. It was enough to make me have a bad trip.
You're already angry, you'll still be angry.
"Because your mad."
You look mad!
"Because you're mad, I should be the one to speak first?! It's embarrassing to be the
reason I became mad!" I said angrily.
"Look, if this is about what I said earlier----"
"You know better!" I cut off what he was going to say. "...then I should still speak
?!"
"And what am I going to say?!" He asked annoyed.
He really matched my tone of voice. It was as if he was planning to
match my anger.
"Why don't you find out?!"
Let's see how good you are!
"I'm not a fortune teller! How would I know what you want
to hear?!"
Ampvta!
I just slapped my own forehead. Couldn't he get it,
just a simple sorry and a little appreciation, okay?!
"A-PO-LO-GIZE!" I said firmly, meeting his eyebrows.
"Why would I?!"
"Hello! How are you doing with what you're saying to me?!
I just helped you and now I'm the bad guy?!"
"I know that I hurt your feelings but you need to understand that what
you did is wrong! What if Dylan does what you said
?!" "Are you going to continue?! You're not, are you?!"
"Still wrong!"
"Well, it's wrong if it's wrong! But I hope you appreciate what
I did!"
He just combed his hair with his fingers.
His head was clearly holding back anger.
"I appreciate it! I appreciate you putting yourself on the brink of DEATH! Especially since you're so
worried about me!" When you're so annoyed, just feel like kicking your enemy to end the conversation.
Aaarrrrggghhhh.... "That's it! That's it, I've already put my life in danger! Not even a little credit for me?! What
the hell! I wish I had let you sign that piece of paper----" I stopped when I saw him smiling at me. This is stupid!
I almost fainted when I was shocked but then I just smiled. I guess he's finally recovered . Crazy! "What?!" I
asked annoyed. "Three." He replied while making a three-finger gesture. Three?! "...Three profanity words." My
eyes widened as I realized. I forgot that profanity . But before the shameless one could take a step, I blocked
his arms. "NO!" I shouted. "No?" My name is NO, my number is No... What is that?! I suddenly started singing.
This King was already drunk. "...What do you mean?! Maybe you forgot, we had a conversation?" He reminded
me. "I didn't forget! But because I was angry, there was no KISS!" "HEY! That is not counted!" He complained.
"You counted your face! Besides, I don't like it! You smell like cigarettes!" When I said that, he immediately
smelled himself. He probably thought I wouldn't criticize him. He already smelled like cigarettes. "And so what,
if I smell like cigarettes?" He asked arrogantly. "I don't like the smell!" "Tss... It's like you never smoked before,
huh?" I glared at him. "Excuse me! Just try that! I won't kiss you if you smoke! That's all day!" "What?! You can't
be serious about that?!" He couldn't believe it . You thought so! "I'm dead serious." I teased him. "C'mon! I can't
live without having your lips for a day!" Oh, the OA! "Can't live?! You've reached 17 without me by your side.
Besides, we don't kiss every day, huh?" "Yeah... Co'z I know that next day, I can still kiss you. But now....What if
I smoke every day? Days without anything----Hell no!" Earlier, I was so annoyed by this nonsense. Now, I'm
laughing at him. He must be a kiss addict! "I'm serious about that." I said. "Jay... If this is still about our
argument. Fine! You win!... Thank you! Thank you... For risking your life to help me and my brothers."
Ahahahaha... "Nice... You suddenly changed your mind when it comes to kissing, what?" He looked at me
conversationally. He thought his handsome face would draw me in. "...but my answer still wasn't. I'm annoyed
with you! For many things and reasons!" A strong gust of wind blew out of his head. He almost screamed in
annoyance. "What's the reason again?!" I scolded him. "I don't know you. Find out." He suddenly slapped his
own forehead. I wanted to laugh out loud because of his appearance but I had to stand by my 'angry' moment.
Besides, there was something else I wanted to know. "I feel like..." I started, causing him to fall silent and look
at me. "...I don't really know you that well." "What do you mean?" He asked calmly. It seemed like he had
caught that I was serious. "What happened to you and your Daddy..." I didn't continue what I was going to say.
He suddenly looked away. It seemed like he didn't want to talk about it. I just looked away. He made me feel
like someone else. I wish he would have told me at least his parents' names. I kept feeling---- "My Dad killed
my Mom."