8: Suspicious Newbie

“Don’t believe what you see outside.”

“She’s fake. A pretentious one.”

“If I were the Chaos, I wouldn’t dare accept someone I barely know.”

The words those bitches in the lady's room kept on replaying in my mind as I watched Gwen carefully.

‘What are you hiding from us? Why did you join Gwen? Do you want to be protected? Or you’ll turn the table?’

My bubble of thoughts popped when Louie whispered, “I thought I was the only one who felt suspicious of her.”

I turned my head in her direction just to see her holding a paper bag consisting of street food.

I heaved a light sigh. “Give it some time. We’ll talk about this matter later,” I cooed.

She leaned her head on my shoulder.

Staring blankly at her, I shut my book with a thud and placed it on my lap.

Shutting my eyes, I heaved an annoyed sigh. “I noticed within the past few months, you guys kept on making me act like your boyfriend,” I complained.

The other three on the floor stopped eating, mouths gaping to shove another mouthful of the street food I had brought.

Lou batted her eyes at me through her lashes. “Huh? Why?” she asked, full of curiosity.

“Key called me one time to join her on her shopping spree. She let me choose what outfit suits her most, knowing that I suck when it comes to fashion. Take note, she made me carry those dozens of bags.” I pointed to Key and acted like carrying invisible paper bags with my two hands in the air.

The other three laughed at me and Key just shrugged.

“Don’t complain. I asked you if you wanted to buy something but you said nothing. I offered you to eat lunch with me, yet you declined the offer.”

I snatched Lou’s food and ate a mouthful of it.

Turning my head to Litty, who’s laughing her ass off, glares sending at her. Trying to say something, I ended up speaking some gibberish words, making Litty throw her fluffy, yet heavy, wallet in my direction. Out of instinct, I dodged her attack, drawing an unbalanced smile from my lips.

“Table manners, Dee! Such gross!” Litty scolded before rolling her eyes.

If I compare Litty’s relationship with me, I would say it’s compared to a cat and dog. A reason why Key always cackles but, mostly, we cause her headache and stress because Litty and I bicker most of the time. Whenever and wherever we are.

“Litty begged–”

“I didn’t!” she roared.

I narrowed my eyes at her, brows knitting. “ Shut up!” I growled in irritation. “Fine! Litty invited me on her boy-hunting trip. In the end, I saved her from a drunk bastard. She never stopped until I drove her home.”

I pointed my index finger at her. “You, witch! I drove you home, yet you got the courage to throw up on me. You disgusting piece of shit! Who’s disgusting between us, huh?! Fight me!”

If looks can kill, I’m dropped on the sofa, lifeless.

“You should’ve kept it to yourself, dimwit!” Litty clicked her tongue.

Fortunately, there’s no object close to her or it will go flying in my direction and she won’t stop unless it hits me, headshot.

“As if!” I retorted, rolling my eyes.

Lou withdrew herself from my shoulder and placed the empty paper bag on the table, filling her right hand with the bottle of my banana milk and drink on it. Bringing herself once again on my shoulder for comfort.

My attention diverted from Litty to Louie. Raising my left brow, I complained, “And you, little technology geek, you upgraded your clinginess. From using my lap as a pillow to my shoulder.”

Instead of tugging herself off of me, she hugged me tightly. “It’s comfortable,” she said.

“Am I a living teddy bear in your eyes?” I grumbled. “I recommend y’all to look for your own boyfriends so I can live my life at peace!” I hysterically said.

Kitty pointed at me. “Stop rambling. You never declined, nor said ‘no’ in the first place. So, better stop complaining bitch.”

“I left mom at home since she's been scolding my sister earlier. I'm not informed that I do have another mother hen here,” Key started, earning a burst of thunderous laughter from the other members of Chaos.

What a bunch of lunatics.

“Yeah, right. Laugh all you want. I'm the one stressing myself here every time you make me do some boyfriend things. I don't have any eggs and hotdog, alright!?” I pouted.

With full of disgust, Litty throws me a glare. “Dee! That was gross! Are you even a woman?!” she roared, pitched high and ear piercing.

“I am!” I answered before cackling up.

As my laughter died and they continued laughing at the nonsense, childish fight, my eyes settled at Gwen, who was laughing along with them.

‘Don’t trust her yet,’ my mind stated.

“Don’t you ever dare laugh at me, Gwen if you're gonna copy these three eggs. I gave up on being their boyfriend shit. I'm wishing to the holy gods and goddesses above to create a boyfriend of yours with long patience since y’all are slowpokes.”

Gwen’s eyes landed on the paper bag that had a little street food left. “I don’t think so,” she said.

‘Do not disappoint me, Gwen. Prove me that they are wrong and I am right in trusting you.’

“That’s good to know then. I hope you stick with your words.”

Key interrupted my forthcoming train of thoughts. Her face crumpled into confusion. Brows knitting, head tilted a little to the right. “Do we look like an egg to you, D-T? You kept calling us ‘eggs’.”

I made a gasp. “Why would you forget one of the stupidest things we’d ever done?

Sighing, I felt the muscles on my inner brow ache. “It happened at the bar,” I started, trying to trigger something at the moment.

They shook their heads, confirming my assumption.

“Oh, my fucking goodness! You can’t recall what happened at Triple X Bar?”

They shook their heads once again in unison, like a kid who knows nothing.

“No. What exactly happened?” asked Key.

That event brings back the headache they caused me. “That happened last week. Lou asked their family driver to buy some eggs and bring it to the second floor. We laughed at it when Lou said, “Mister Salazar, don’t pick the white-shelled one. I want a light brown one. It’s like the skin of Key,” that time Key had a faked tan.” I copied the drunken tone of Lou, making Litty and Gwen snicker.

“Hell, no! I’m sorry, Key. I didn’t mean to say it.” Lou kept on bowing her head and Key signaled her to stop abruptly by raising her hand, three fingers curled and the remaining standing was her index and the middle one, making Lou obey her.

“It’s fine. We’re drunk, so whatever we had said that time was nothing. We don’t know what we were doin’,” Key said, earning a nod from me, agreeing.

“That was hella fun, though,” I said, smirking.