“Oh my God, don’t say that.”
Jason glares at me, and for once I’m satisfied with the jab I threw in his stupid face.
“Either way, you don’t need to get married, and you don’t need kids.” I dip an onion ring in the sauce and shove it in my mouth. “You have me.”
Aoi messes up my hair. “True.”
“You’re cocky for an orphan,” Jason says, arrogance dripping from his tongue. “I wonder where you get the guts to make such grand affirmations when you have nothing to offer him.”
“What the fuck is your problem?” I snap. “You can hate me as much as you want but don’t fucking talk about shit that doesn’t concern you.”
“Visha!”
I get up, slamming my palm on the table. “He started it!”
Aoi raises his voice, glaring at both of us as he says, “Both of you stop it.”
“That kid has no manners.”
“That’s rich coming from you!”
“Enough!” He raises his frame and walks past us. Stopping in the middle of the room, he spins around and with visible disappointment he says, “I can’t believe I thought you two could get along for once. Both of you are so selfishly busy arguing that you can’t grasp the fact that you’re ruining what’s supposed to be my goddamn birthday.”
Fuck.
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Aoi
I unlock the door and walk right in. I don’t want to talk to anyone right now. Neither of them deserves a word from me at the moment.
“Are you mad at me?”
I lean on the edge of the dinner table and look away at the hallway. I can’t even look at him without getting pissed and disappointed at his immature behavior.
“You’re mad,” Visha replies in my stead. “You’re right to be. I shouldn’t have argued with him today of all days, but he started it. You’ve got to give me that.”
“Unbelievable. You’re fucking unbelievable.”
“I’m sorry, okay? I was wrong but-”
A loud bang makes him jump as my palm collides with the wooden surface and makes the table rattle.
“But, but and fucking but. Is that really the kind of half-assed apology you wanna give?” I seethe. “You don’t feel sorry. You’re only mad because a grown man made a disrespectful comment about you. I understand your anger, but you should’ve shut your mouth and let me deal with him.”
“Cause you think that would’ve worked? He’s a fucking asshole! You heard the crap he said about me, but you didn’t stop him!”
I step forward, stomping. “Didn’t stop him? I told him to cut it out. And I toldyouto stop it, but you didn’t listen either!”
Visha throws his jacket on the couch. “We can’t all be like you!” he snaps.
I halt in the middle of the room. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
He rolls his eyes. “You know damn well.”
“No, I don’t.” I cross my arms over my chest. “Go on. You want to argue then go for it. Since we’re already at it.”
“You care more about him than me. It’s easy for you not to react to his insults when it’s clear you’re taking his side!”
