03

I awoke with a big grin on my face. I need to start my day off on a good note-

"AHHHH!"

When I heard Haxilla cry in the living room, I bolted.

"Can you tell me what happened?" Brittany was the one who asked.

"A cockroach flew on her body, and you know how much Hax despises cockroaches," she explained as she stood there watching Haxilla jump and roll around the room.

"Did you simply stand there like that? Oh, please help me-ah!" Hax had fallen on the couch.

With a shake of my head, I returned to my room. Later, when she realizes the cockroach has gone away from her, she will be fine.

I can still hear her yells, but I choose to ignore them and prepare for my interview.

Sel, be courageous and confident. You've got this!

Haxilla stopped whining and began preparing breakfast as if nothing had happened earlier.

"Are you certain you're only going for an interview?" With a sly grin, Haxilla inquired.

I rolled my eyes at her before sitting down to eat.

"Are you attending a fashion show?" They laughed as Britanny added.

I'm wearing a red pencil cut and off-the-shoulder dress that's fitted to my body shape. I also wore it with 3-inch white sandals that Haxilla gave me for my birthday last year.

But I think it's fine; they're just exaggerated.

"You know what, Sel, you don't look like an interviewee," Britanny said abruptly.

"How is that possible?" While slicing a hotdog, I inquired.

"Many people, especially when you first joined the company, think you're one of the bosses," Haxilla responded.

I burst out laughing. Is it true that I am that stunning?

"I said that not because you're beautiful now; we just think your dress up is a little bit too much for an interviewee," she added instantly, which changed my mood.

"Fuck you!" In a bad mood, I cursed as I ate the bread. Britanny, throw me a hotdog.

"Your language!" she exclaimed.

I stood up, mimicking her. They wished me well, but I ignored them.

I woke up happy, and now they're ruining it? Fudge, you are so lucky, Selena.

I walked to the garage; I'll drive now because I'm not comfortable commuting in this outfit.

When I was going to get inside the car, I saw the tires were flat!

What an eventful day!

I raced back to my house and barely knocked on Haxilla's door. When she abruptly opened the door, I almost hit her.

"What?!"

"How come you didn't inform me that the tires on my automobile are flat?" I screamed.

She bites her lower lips and walks backward slowly.

"Ahm, I forgot to say it, I'm sorry, I love you," she said as she shut the door behind her, leaving me speechless.

Instead of whining here, I went outside and dashed to catch a bus.

Because I'm uncomfortable, I'm continuously pulling my dress down.

Finally, a bus arrives, and I immediately board it. Because of embarrassment and the feeling that they were all staring at me, I was looking down.

I sat in my assigned seat on the bus; there was a person seated beside me, but I didn't pay attention to him until he covered my legs with his jacket.

When I recognized him, I asked, "Raven?"

"You look uneasy in that dress," he said, his gaze returning to the book he was reading.

I sat properly and snatched his jacket.

"Yeah, I'm not going to commuting now because Haxilla didn't say my tires were flat," I grumbled.

I noticed him smirking and shaking his head.

"She never changed," he said as if recalling something.

"So you've known each other for a long time?" I inquired about my suspicions.

"Yes, we've been together before," he answered, smiling at me.

Couple? Is it true that he said 'couple'?

My brow furrowed as I tried to link all of my suspicions together. So, yes, I was correct.

"That makes sense," I responded as I reclined in my seat.

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"The presence of Haxilla is unmistakable. She is a mysterious but open person."

He leans in closer to me as he mulls over what I said. I sighed as I glanced at him.

"Her acts, in other words, were betraying her. She doesn't say much, but her actions speak volumes," I explained myself. He nods and returns to his proper seat.

"I've never known that, she's always been more verbal."

"Perhaps she's a different person around you," I insisted.

We also discuss Haxilla and their history. That's why she's always interested when I bring up Raven.

I also knew Raven was a doctor, which explains why he abruptly hung up the phone the last time.

I got off the bus and fixed myself on my way to work.

"Hello?" When my phone rang, I answered it.

[Are you Selena Formosus?]

Her voice was strange to me, and she dialed an unregistered number.

"Yes, but why?"

[I'm sorry to inform you that your interview has been canceled for the time being; however, because you are in the running for the position, we have moved your schedule. I hope you get what I'm saying.]

She hung up, and I sat down on a bench because my knees felt weak.

I'm disappointed because my interview day hasn't arrived yet.

I'm also pleased that I'm at the top of their priority lists.

So, what should feeling I concentrate on?

I just sat in the park for a moment to clear my head, but like they say, "Expect the unexpected."

A group of small children was playing football next to me, and unfortunately, one of them accidentally smacked me in the head without saying anything.

"You're lucky your parents are there; otherwise, you're all dead meat now," I grumbled.

My brain was jumbled up, Fudge.

I stood up but soon sat back down on the bench because my body felt was dizzy. I walked slowly but was knocked down by a bunch of teenagers who were taunting each other.

They simply stared at me and walked away as if nothing had occurred. I got up and walked again.

Is it difficult to just express "I'm sorry" these days?

Is it a matter of pride to do it?

I shook my head, but I could feel their gaze sweeping through my entire being. Haxilla, it's all your fault.

"Can I get your phone number, Miss?" Suddenly, a man approached me.

I punched him in the face in a split second. I'm not in the mood for flirting!

His companions-even the park visitors-were taken aback by what I'd done. He does, however, deserved it.

"I'm sorry, my fist automatically lands on jerk's face," I said, despite my desire to kill him with a punch.

"Who are you to punch me?" he exclaimed, arrogantly.

He pushed me repeatedly, and I didn't feel afraid; in fact, I found it fascinating. He pushed me once more till my back was against the post.

He was given a baseball bat by one of his mates, which he swung and slammed into the post behind me. Everyone who was watching us gasped in surprise, but I didn't even flinch.

I offered him an arrogant smirk while raising my left brow, which infuriated him even more. My hands were in my pockets as I looked up at the post and shook my head.

"If the post was a human, you'd be dead right now," I irritated him.

He swung his baseball bat once again, and I'm confident it'll strike me this time. I gently but firmly yanked his collar, pinning him to the post and locking his head. I take the baseball bat and toss it in the trash.

"First, make sure the person you're going to approach is in the mood, okay?" I murmured and slammed his head against the wall, explaining why it bled.

He couldn't stand properly due to dizziness, so he fell on the grass, and I pushed him a little to get his entire body to feel the grass.

"I'm going to kill you," he said, but all I did was shrug my shoulders.

I went to collect my stuff and left him in that predicament.

I'm exhausted.

As soon as I arrived home, I threw myself on the couch.

"How did it come to this?" While stroking my body, Britanny inquired. While enjoying an ice cream, Haxilla also gazed at me.

I toss her a pillow, which strikes her hand and causes her ice cream to spill.

She shouted, "What the fudge, Sel?!?" I gave her a sidelong glance as I rolled my eyes.

"What's going on?" Incredulous, Britanny inquired. Haxilla began cleaning up the ice cream splatter.

In frustration, I remarked, "Haxilla ruined my whole day."

"How come it's all my fault?" she demanded fiercely.

"If you hadn't yelled before if you had told me my car tires were flat, my day would be better!" 

They fell hushed in horror as I roared at her.

"I need to rest right now," I said as I walked straight to my room. Britanny called out to me, but I slammed the door shut.

I don't want to scream at Haxilla, but what happened in the park has heightened my emotions.

He didn't upset me by simply asking for my phone number, but the tension has caused me to lose my cool.

As I finished my bath, I laid down on my bed.

It helps to relieve some of the stress in my body. My interview was scheduled for tomorrow, according to the interviewer's text message.

I was ready to fall asleep when someone knocked on my door. 

"Please come in."

Haxilla approached me carefully and sat on the edge of my bed. She paused for a few moments before deciding to speak.

She began by saying, "I'm sorry for what happened."

She squeezed her hands and pressed her lips together.

"I'm so—"

"Raven told me everything before," I said, interrupting her. I don't want her to apologize again and over because I'm not angry; stress caused me to do those things.

Her eyes widened, and I could sense her anxiety.

"Everything?"

"About your past," I added, and she exhaled as if she had heard something that relieved her.

"Yes, we were a couple for over 5 years before we traveled to London," she added, smiling, but her eyes were filled with worry.

"You don't tell me lies, do you?" I inquired.

She gives me a nod and takes my hands in hers.

"Are you sure you can trust me?" I nod at her, even though I sensed something unusual in her eyes.

Haxilla had already exited the room, and I noticed a piece of paper on the seat where she had previously sat.

I took it out of the package and read what was inside.

"Jacob Morelli?" 

Who is he?

Why does Haxilla have his name?

As soon as Britanny entered my room, I quickly buried the paper.

She asked, leaning against the door, "How's your talk?"

"We're good," I answered, as she drew closer and sat in the same spot as Haxilla.

"Can you just tell us if something happens?"

She left the room after I nodded.

I rose after a few moments and noticed Haxilla on the phone again.

"Haxilla, what is your secret?"

I walked closer to hear what they're talking about.

"She was stressed out earlier to the point that she yelled at us, she doesn't usually do that to us."

I crouched in the recesses of the wall, hoping she wouldn't notice me.

She began to move left and right as if she were considering something essential.

"Yes, I've considered that, but telling her now would be too risky. I don't want her to suffer any more, "she expressed her concern.

Is she talking about me?

I move in closer to hear what they're saying.

"All I want is for her to be safe," she remarked as she walked back to her room.

Until she enters her room, I hide behind the curtains.