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"Mom? Have you been eavesdropping on me?" Cruz asked as a friend crept on his face.

"I wasn't eavesdropping, I was listening!" Mrs. Westham replied as she sat on his bed.

"Let's assume you were listening, what's up with your response?" He asked again.

"Just an honest answer!" She replied and Cruz became immediately alarmed as he sat beside his mom and glared at him.

"You can't b serious, mom! Don't forget I'm your son you have to always be on my side." He reminded her.

"Tsk…you know I will never lie to cover up for you. Cruz, you're a terrible person. You're not nice at all." She added, provoking Cruz even more.

"Mom, that's so unfair! Do you know how many times I've gone out of my way to help that bitch? She's so annoying and she never sees what I do for her!" Cruz complained.

"That's why you are such a terrible guy, Cruz. You're so pompous and egoistic. Think about it, the harm you've caused that lady is much more than the good you did for her." She reprimanded.

"Mom!" Cruz c