42: She Doesn't Have To Know

A sly smile spread across my lips as Sergio sat beside me. I loved the fact that he sounded so angry.

"What did he say to you?"

I wiped away the nonexistent tears from my face and shook my head. "He didn't say anything."

"Nicole!" Sergio's voice was firm. "Look at me. Talk to me! Tell me exactly what he said to you!"

That was my chance.

I averted my gaze to him, making sure to fixate my gaze in his. Air fanned my eyes making tears instantly well up in them. "I don't know why Diego dislikes me this much. I thought we were getting along. I thought he liked me, but I've been wrong. This isn't even the first time he's treating me like I'm a nobody," I swallowed. "I know I'm not, but it still hurts when he reminds me of that all the time. He always finds ways to make sneaky remarks about me. Why? What's my offence? I didn't want to take your card but you insisted I do, I went shopping to get a few essential things I needed, and I end up being called a golddigger and a socia