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Chapter #5

"Why do you have to do this?" Asked the young woman.

"That's none of your concern, Aubrey." Replied her father.

"But why-"

"Aubrey could you please stop it?" Her father cut her off, stoping in his tracks. "Stop worrying about this stupid issue, my child. You have nothing to worry about, sweetie." Her father caressed her cheek softly.

Perhaps that would blandish her heart.

"But you…-" The girl started, resented. "Today is my birthday! Why did you have to do this today?!"

"Speaking of that, honey, I have a surprise for you." Her father smiled and winked her an eye.

But there was no material that could bring her to genuinely smile, when her home was so utterly broken.

However, the girl forced the sweetest smile her lips could attain and walked arm in arm with her father.

To be honest, Angel never expected the rich missy to be late for any class. He had believed so ever since he arrived, a few months ago.

It was pretty obvious that he had been wrong this whole time.

"Professor, may I come in?" A sweet voice said from the doorstep.

The Puerto Rican's eyes rapidly seek the person who owned that voice.

"What time of arriving is this, Aubrey?"

There, just beneath the doorstep, a redhead young woman stood. Her smile showing a cloying sweetness, yet her eyes telling a completely different story.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be late, is just that I… was rather busy, is all."

The Puerto Rican, however, had already learnt to leave the girl at peace.

"Okay, you may come in. Please sit."

The devious smirk that crossed her lips didn't go unnoticed, specially not to Angel. A few talks with her had been enough to know the kind of girl he was treating with.

It had became rather evident from the very beginning that the young lady had her contacts in the school or, oh well, her 'daddy' had his contacts here and there.

Translation: thou shalt not mess around with daddy's girl.

Everybody knew it quite plain. Something like that can't possibly go unnoticed.

Yet Angel didn't crave for her money. What would he need it for? He was perfectly fine with all what he had; he may be a little more grounded than her, but he couldn't say he wanted more. Why would he want more? He already had what he craved for. He wouldn't say his hands were entirely clean, for he knew they weren't, yet they weren't covered in dirt either.

But, there was something he wanted but couldn't have. Oh no, what he was so desperately craving for, was the feeling of her soft perfumed skin against his. The tiny precious body of that girl.

How would the taste of her lips be? Was it sweet? Was it soft? Was it totally worth it?

Yet, he could only fantasize.

Thousands of girls yearned for him -he couldn't say he didn't like it-, and he never lose an opportunity. What a blasphemy it would be. But, she didn't. He couldn't even make her feel even a bit nervous. Nor he was able to work any fascination over her.

Three months of knowing her were enough to know she wasn't easy. He was getting used to see how his charms didn't work any magic on her. Nor his Casanova attitude.

Nor anything -quality or material- he possessed.

Odd.

He tried to make himself believe that it didn't frustrate him, however. He kept repeating himself that he had more than enough time, yet, it was becoming a hard thing to believe.

Dear God we're barely 'friends', I should've made more progress by now. He told himself every so often.

But then, a smile was placed on his lips every time his eyes met and traveled her body.

It seemed more that exquisite.

He couldn't help but delight his eyes with her vision.

Alas, it would be totally worth it. He could only think.

He continued fantasying about the pretty girl, until the bell rang. Time to have some fun, he told himself. Then exited the classroom, just in time to listen something he knew was none of his business.

"Aubrey."

"What do you want?"

"I wanna go party." The brunette said.

"Good luck with that." The redhead replied.

Emilia gave Aubrey a bored look. They hadn't -or at least the redhead- been at a party in quite a long time ago, and the redhead, her friend noticed, was becoming rather quiet. Yet, she couldn't imagine why, and the redhead would never tell.

"You don't go to parties anymore, Aubs." Emilia said, "I'm starting to get worried about you."

Aubrey sighed, obviously annoyed. "So? What do you expect me to do?"

"Well you could come with us tonight to have some fun." Suggested her friend.

"For God's sake Emilia, I'm not going anywhere with you tonight."

"Why's that?"

The redhead stood quiet a couple of seconds, staring out of the window of the silent classroom, "It's none of your business." The bell rang and the young lady stormed out.

"Hey wait!" Emilia called, rushing towards her. "Aubs!"

Without stoping, the redhead managed to give a reply, "I've told you, and I won't repeat it twice: I'm won't go party tonight. Now if you excuse me, I've better things to do."

Her friend stopped and stared at her in disbelief. "What…? Why not?"

The young woman realized she wasn't going to be able to avoid that particular topic forever.

The sooner, the better. Emilia would find out anyways.

Slowly, she turned, and sighed before starting, "Daddy gave me a yacht for my bi-"

"WHAT?!" The brunette cut her off.

"Yes well, I can't -nor I want to- go party tonight because, you know, I'm quite busy with my own business and-" She continued, yet she was -again- interrupted by her friend.

"YOU HAVE A YACHT AND YOU DIDN'T TELL US?!" Emilia yelled, shocked.

"Well what if I did? That's none of your business, anyways." Aubrey said, annoyed.

"You can throw a party, don't you realize?! It would be awesome! I'll tell the guys-" The brunette took out her cellphone.

Aubrey stared at her, scandalized, "What the hell do you think you're doing?! Stop! Don't you dare to call anyone!"

Emilia froze, "Why not?"

"I don't want my precious ship to get ruined from one day to the other! You're planning to get a bunch of stupid hormonal teenagers into my new yacht just because you want a damn party! I don't want scum and dirt all over my floor! If that's your urge to have my boat smelling like damn alcohol, and full of drunk teenagers, why the hell don't you throw a party in your own damn house yourself?!" The redhead yelled.

"No, sorry, I cannot do that Aubs, mom would kill me." The brunette replied, quite -and much to the redhead's annoyance- calmly.

"I have parents too, you know?!"

"Yeah, well yours are divorced, aren't they?"

Aubrey froze right there and then.

How did she find out…?

However, the question vanished as soon as it came as the girl felt a dangerous feeling burning very deep inside her, yet growing rapidly and starting to fight to get out.

Her pale cheeks flushed with a dark shade of red, her blood boiling with anger inside her veins. And her knuckles becoming white with strength.

No, she had to control herself.

"Aubrey I didn't mean to-"

The redhead turned on her heels and stormed off. Not even allowing her friend to finish.

Sometimes Emilia can say stuff like that to taunt you, you know that. A voice whispered inside her head. I'm sure she didn't mean it.

No, she crossed the line. She replied, enraged.

Her lips were pursed together strongly and her jaw had tightened, and it was more than obvious that if anyone -whoever- crossed in her way, he or she would regret it, deeply.

The Puerto Rican couldn't hold a smirk.

He had just heard the little talk between the redhead missy and her brunette friend. So… it appears the missy has so much more to show, eh?

The girl with who he had been making out that whole time for camouflage was now breathless, and he needed to excuse himself to go after the missy.

Politely, and gently as he could, he left the now somewhat pouty girl and followed the redhead.

He approached, and dared to slightly touch her shoulder.

Immediately -and much to the Puerto Rican's surprise- she turned, obviously annoyed or, more likely, in this case, enraged.

"Now what-?" She hissed, then stopped when realized who this was.

"Whoa hey, tranquila cariño…-"

"Don't 'cariño' me, you stupid asshole."

"Okay chica, I won't call you like that again, ok?"

The redhead rolled her eyes and started to walk away.

"Hey wait." Angel stopped her.

"What is it? What do you want now?" She asked, irritated. "Do you want me to date you? Keep dreaming loser. Do you want to sleep with me? I would rather throw myself off of a cliff."

Amazing. This was his eleventh week in this school (more or less) and she already knew it all. Not that it was surprising (everybody knew it), but the way she said it made it all sound worse than it actually was -or maybe not-.

"You missed the part of blowing me, but I forgi-"

Angel didn't finished the sentence because of a sharp and precise slap placed in his face.

He felt the spot where he had just been hit becoming rather hot. He bearded the pain and told himself he deserved it.

He turned to see Aubrey right in the eyes.

Her hazel orbs had no emotion, but scorn in them. Mentally, he smirked. She looks rather hot when she's angry.

"Actually, your highness, I was just going to ask you about that magnificent ship of yours-"

He felt his other cheek hurt with the second slap the missy placed in his beautiful face.

Startled, he nearby lost control.

"What was that for?!" He yelled, taking his hand to the slapped cheek.

"Don't want to get slapped, keep your damn nose out of other people business."

Angel stared at her, shocked. And she didn't wait for an answer, for she immediately left him there, alone, and with his two cheeks red and hurt.

Damn she's got strength. He thought. Does her fury still makes her hot?

The slap hurt, but I do believe she does.

He couldn't imagine why she was hiding the fact that she had a yacht all for herself to the whole school. It was so un-her. Angel reflexed a little, then gave up, and went to look for a girl.

He would manage to make Emilia told him all what he needed to know.

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