Kai
"Why do you look so angry, dear?" Mom asked as we turn around a corner to get to the shopping mall. With both of my hands fiddling with each other, I glance towards her with my lips pushed to the side. I hate it when she knows what I was feeling or what mood I was in. She said that a mother knows well about their child's feelings. Well true though for me, my dad never really talks out about what I was feeling. All he ever did was showered me with what I wanted. That was daddy's love. Although to achieve that... I needed to follow what my parent's want, what their wishes... and being an only child seem to help me at all. My dad is very strict when it comes to me but that would be another story to tell about on another day.
To emphasize what I was angry about, it was because of that selfish, ignorant, obnoxious brat named Stan Malik which I am now starting to hate. I thought that maybe he was that friendly guy who would befriend with everyone but never did I ever saw the ugly side of him that made him so unlikeable. Ugh, he was just so full of himself!
'I don't think you have that money to do so. Not for someone like you'
Who would even say something like that? You don't even know me, you asshole! I regret having to feel anything towards the said guy. He wasn't even half what I expected him to be. What do you expect him to be, Kai?
I expect him to be nice... someone who had a way with how handling people with just friendly words or just say sorry or something but it was not like that. I always thought that he was the quiet type. The type that just doesn't say a lot of words to someone. But who am I kidding? He was that friendly with Charlie, it would be a lie to say he wasn't friendly. But maybe he is like that to someone he knows or likes.
I leave my mom's question with just a head shake, telling her that it was nothing. Nothing at all. It was not something for her to be concerned about. It was excruciating for me to let it all drown deep in my heart about what I felt because of how forbidden it is for me to felt what I feel for someone. It was indecisive of whether I like him or dislike him. It's just his attitude that made me sunk down my seat, with my eyes staring straight onto the road and my mind being a whirlwind mess of these thoughts and emotions.
Eventually, the sound of the car turning off made all of that vanished like birds flying away when someone came near them. I got off from the car and immediately taking the shopping cart as mom waits for me inside the mall. This mall was the only place she would go for groceries shopping. It had all the necessities she needed for cooking and the house. I, myself loved the candies they sold here. They had all the chocolate bars that gave me wonders of what Willy Wonka factory would be like. The stock just keeps on coming.
The trail following mom from aisle to aisle was something I came to be familiar with. I even remembered what item she would take from each aisle, it was just the same item. Nothing change, but when something just offers a cheaper price, her hands would instantly grab that one instead. We just love cheap items, who doesn't? Oh yeah, I know who doesn't... Stupid Stan.
"Go on, take what you want. I'll be at the raw meat section," Mom said as she shoos me to move the other way. My eyes blinked rapidly at her words. She rarely said that. But nevertheless, she always told me that when it comes to food, there are tons of money for that. She wasn't that stingy with money, although if it came to items that weren't necessary such as games... phones... that would take a lot of child power of persuasion to get her heart to buy it for me. I even now just use this small smartphone that cost her about 48 dollars.
Moving to my favourite aisle of all aisles, my eyes began to search for each item that I wanted to grab. I wasn't sure which one I wanted to take because these chocolates are to die for. Eyeing a particular one, it was a chocolate bar that showed an image of it covered with golden flakes that made it exclusive from the other chocolate bars. What worse was that it was the only one left. Screw to whoever so selfish enough for making it the only one left.
Reaching for the chocolate, I grab the bar at the edge, but I was too lucky that it slipped from fingers and it fell from its place. The time just didn't go slow motion at this moment just like when I bumped into Stan, but fuck that, my eyes could only widen as I watch the bar fall so gracefully and so beautiful from the high heavens and sent onto someone's hands. Shit. Now that it was safe on those hands, I went to move to the hands. But before I could even say thank you or snatching the bar of chocolate from the person, the chocolate immediately went into their shopping basket.
My mount gape opens in confuse to what was going on. Looking up at the person who apparently stole MY chocolate, the first thing that sends me off the edge was that it was the same person who spoke rudely and just so unbearable to my eyes.
"Thanks, you just help me get my favourite chocolate. See ya," He said with a loathsome smirk on his face. My ears were burning red and I feel it was beginning to feel like the mouth of a dragon breathing fire. This dude has the authority to claim what was mine and say thank you for it?
I cackled in annoyance. "Helping you? Dude! That was mine! I have it first, give it back!" I snapped at the guy. With the same smirk on his face, he made another face that spoke 'Oh really?' which just test my waters. My waters were heated now, it was just waiting to be a boiling mess.
"Can't do man, this is like-," He pauses, looking at the place where the chocolate came from. "- this is the last one. I can't have you have it,"
"You're not making sense, I had it first. So it's mine,"
"It fell onto my hand, it chose me," He was still making stupid senses. So stupid that I wanted to hang myself on a tree. "What the... just give it back. I found it first," I cautioned, glaring at him with so much intensity. Even when I like his features, his personality just blew them off into pieces.
"No,"
My eyes twitched in animosity. "What is your fucking problem?! Just give me back my chocolate,"
"My guitar is your fucking problem," He snapped back, getting closer towards me. Does he still hold a grudge about that? What is wrong with him?
"Dude, your guitar wasn't even broken! It was just a small fall. You even saw it yourself!" I rebuked, making the people around us stare at our argument. Now it was either letting him go with the chocolate or, let people the public seeing you fight over a bar of chocolate. I'd choose the latter. "Who the fuck are you to even tell it was a small fall?! Even if it was a small fall, you must pay for what you have done. By that, this chocolate is mine," Says the guy in front of me that just plays this as a game of push and pull.
I was yet again about to let the longest insult ever I could ever give to a person in my entire life, and I was prepared for it. "You are so f-,"
"Kai? What is going on here?" my mom's voice put a halt onto my words as I glance at her with nothing to say. I hope she didn't hear what we talked earlier now that she's here seeing this choc-tastrophe.
My mouth stuttered in anxiousness. "I- I- was just-," then I look back to Stan, and he wasn't there anymore. He just... disappeared like nothing ever happened.
"You what, Kai? Kai... please don't tell me that picking a bar of chocolate is making this 'scene',"
My mind went into a glitch as to what I want to say to her. I shouldn't have to fight for a bar of chocolate but that was my only pride went away to show that jerk that I was not to be played with. He thinks he's so cool with that guitar of his and that he could use that to go against me. He thinks that with how he looks or how he acts could just diminish me in silence, but he was wrong. My gut is far bigger than his fucking stupid guitar.
"No mom... I... let's just go," I walk to her, taking the items in her hands to put into the shopping cart. With that, we went to the cashier to pay but not before she puts her hands onto my arm. "Are you sure you're not going to buy anything?" She asked, a worried expression on her face.
I sighed in disappointment, not because of her but because I wanted that bar of chocolate. It was the only one. You would feel the same way if the thing you wanted the most is left with only one stock and somebody just takes it away from you.
"No mom... it's fine. Maybe another time," I replied, giving her a flat smile with little to no happiness at all. She nodded at me then began to pay for the items we took. There I was, seeing the stealer who stole what's mine as he pays for his stuff at the cashier in front of us. His eyes met mine at that moment, but he shows amusement at me. A little smirk play along with his lips with his eyes that showed a winning sparkle to them. How I would like to poke those eyes...
He just made issues with the one person he doesn't want to have issues with. A persistent debater who would do anything to win an argument.
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