May's POV (Elena)
"Wait?! Who's going on a date with you?!" I shouted looking at him in disbelief.
I noticed how his lips curved at the corners. He's an annoying distraction and he's so mischievous. I'm trying to move but can't since my hands are cuffed. What a cynical, dominating jerk!
"You are," he sheepishly smirked at me.
"I need to work Chase," I sternly answered.
I know he's the type that will go to any length to get what he wants, and he does, but I also do not have time to babysit this spoilt man child! His face flinched and he rolled his eyes at the same time.
"Workaholic," he murmured which I manage to hear.
my mind boils up at what he said. Well sorry not sorry that you're good for nothing stupid jerk. At the very least, I am productive. I sighed and rolled my eyes in my head.
"Well, Mr. Carefree, I'm sorry, but I ain't like you," I grumbled, growing impatient that I was still stuck with him and there's nothing I can do to breakfree. "And I don't want to waste my time playing your ridiculous games."
He simply shrugged— looking unbothered at all. This is pointless, tsk. Instead, I chose to gaze out the window. This is better than having a conversation with this unreasonable guy. I overheard him giggling. I turned to face him and locked my gaze on his.
"You're so adorable, especially when you're acting like a sulking child," he commented with a broad smile on his face, and I could tell he was amused.
My face suddenly burned. Urgh, I just unconsciously showed him my personality, again. Oh, how I so hate this guy.
"It isn't evident that you are irritated by me," he stated sarcastically again trying to suppress his laugh.
Urgh, I composed myself. I hate it when people can read what I am thinking. He is the only person who would be happy seeing someone obviously irritated by him. Only I can do that, not even Winter can—wait, what am I saying?
I am May Gonzales, yes... I am her. Tsk, I brushed off the thought. It could just be the aftereffect of my memory confusion once more. I was so engrossed in my thoughts that I probably didn't even know I'd slept off.
"Hey, we're here," urgh, even in my dream he's still annoying me. Tsk
"Go away you annoying jerk," I mumbled.
"Wake up or I'll kiss you," he suddenly blurted out.
I instantly opened my eyes only to see him chuckle. Argh, this obnoxious jerk.
"I know you'll instantly wake up," he said between his laughter.
I simply rolled my eyes in my head and looked around. We're in the grocery store at night? How long did it take us to get here?
"You crazy jerk, where did you just take me?" I exclaimed, accusingly.
"Away from all your paper works," he said smiling. "But in the meantime, we have to buy groceries."
He removed the handcuff on my left hand and moved it to his left hand. My eyes widened slightly.
"What are you doing?!" I shouted.
"I don't want you to get away from me again, May. I know how your brain works," he bragged.
I did a mental facepalm. I had no idea that his brain functioned. Tsk. It would have been far better if he had put it to greater use, such as improving people's lives! In annoyance, I decided to just drag him forcibly until he decides to let me go.
"Will you slow down?!" he complained.
I didn't pay attention to him, but he followed me around and interlocked our fingers. What the f*ck?
"What are you doing?" I shrieked, teeth clenched.
He grinned triumphantly as he said, "Now, much better."
Tsk, I truly hate this guy so much. He simply reeled me in as he grabbed several delicacies. This is becoming boring and repetitive. I turned to face him after feeling his lips on my cheeks. This guy have no sense of consent! He needs help!
"You were spacing out, May. I'm already beside you." A sly smirk crept on his lips as he said, I'm very sure whatever comes out of his mouth will aggravate me. "You don't have to think about me."
I knew it! I stomped on his foot, causing him to writhe in pain. Tss, you get what you deserve. I'm wearing my favorite stilettoes, so I'm sure that aches— a lot. It would be cooler if he had a broken bone in his toes. I stopped in my tracks and grabbed my head when it suddenly hurt.
"Hey, are you alright?" Chase worriedly asked as he supported me.
My consciousness was completely overrun with a hazy memory.
"I don't like you," a boy with a blurry face said in a bitter voice.
His voice is familiar. Tsk, urgh, it's hurting again.
"You hate me because we are the same," Elena replied.
I was jolted back to reality when I heard Chase's voice. "Let's pay for these foods and then rest."
I just nodded in agreement. Chase's voice is similar to that of the boy, yet Chase's voice is more grown. With a shake of my head, I expressed my disapproval of the situation. Impossible— but is it really impossible?
"This is my house," Chase suddenly stopped at the big mansion
The eff? He is so damn rich. Well that is expected, he is a Rodriguez after all. But why the hell would he bring a lady here? Perhaps he's been around a lot of pretty girls too much and he's using me now— a new flavor for him.
The nerves. He even had the guts to treat me like one of his side chicks. He truly is the century's playboy.
"What are we doing here?" I asked nonchalantly, trying to maintain my composure.
"This is where we are dating," he answered.
"What? Are you insane?" I asked panicking.
"Don't worry I won't do anything to you," he sheepishly answered with a grin on his face.
I glared at him. Now, what does he have in mind? He pulled me in and went straight to the kitchen. He removed the handcuffs and put on an apron.
"We are going to cook," he said winking at me. "This is what I call a date."
Wait, what?! But I'm not a cook— I literally can't cook! I was tempted to scream, but I didn't want him to know. Not this numbskull Chase. What am I going to do?
[A/N: I'm sorry for not updating— I forgot my password and it took a lot of time to reset it once again. Thank you for reading nd supporting Crossover!]