May's POV (Elena)
Annoying jerk. I so hate that guy. Tsk, I wish he could just vanish and go away and stop pestering me.
"Come on, May, assist me to prepare the food. Aren't you itching to get home?" Chase playfully teased. "Or... is it you want to spend much more time with me?"
I merely rolled my eyes and sat down. There is no way I will ever cook again. He smirked unexpectedly, tsk. He and his obnoxious ugly sneer. Is it okay if I take off his mouth?
"Don't tell me you don't know how to cook, May?" He asked, acting surprised as if provoking me.
Tsk, I hate that smile. I hate that triumphant grin on his face. Rodriguez, I'm not going to acknowledge defeat again. Not with you!
"I'm a good cook. I simply do not wish to cook with a jerk like you," I responded boldly.
...which is a huge lie, but I have to act confident because he might discover my ruse and the fact that I can't cook. I do not want him to win again. I know how he will surely laugh when he'll know the truth. I can't allow him to know my weakness.
"My ideal date is cooking with my date..." he stated before facing me. I arched my brow at him. I don't really care what's his ideal date. I stayed isn't that enough already? "We can't call this a date then. You're just turning me into a personal chef. It's up to you, May... I might not take you home."
He gave me his foolish pout once more. Tsk, tsk, whatever, I rose up and looked at the chopping board and knife. So, what now? What should I do? I've never cooked before, I am way too busy for the company— wait... It was Elena who was busy, what if the real me... May Gonzales can cook?
I took my time holding the knife and intended to chop the onion. I saw this once when Yummie came to visit me and lectured me on why I just eat cup noodles and fast food orders. I can't cook, but I'll have to get something to eat. My eyes began to moisten as a result of the dumb onion. My vision became fuzzy all of a sudden.
"Ouch," I whispered to myself.
I looked down at my finger and noticed a small cut and a scarlet fluid that was clearly blood. Tsk, it's entirely his fault. Chase's footsteps came rushing towards me.
He groaned as he grabbed my finger, "I knew it. You don't know how to cook, do you?"
"Of course, I can!" I immediately retorted. This is way too embarrassing!
"You're lying," his eyes fixed on mine.
I diverted my gaze to my side. I can't think of any alibis, I felt Chase warm finger brushing my cheeks. I heard him exhale.
"You should have told me, May; I won't be laughing at you," he stated in a low voice.
Him? Won't laugh at me? Seriously? I bet he is laughing inside his head right now. Stupid Chase. I remained silent. I don't want to have another pointless argument with him. A flash of foreign memory suddenly pulled me away from reality...
"Stop staring," I can only see darkness, but I know this is Elena's voice. Her extremely familiar yet unfamiliar voice.
"What?!" I heard a man's annoying voice.
It really sounds familiar. Who is he?
"I didn't expect you to be naive and cute," Elena spoke as she open her eyes and looks at the boy.
He just hissed, obviously annoyed. Who is this guy? His face is blurry. Who is he? Why does he remind me of Chase so much? Is it him?
"So... little Miss Perfect, I heard you tried acting like a superhero there. Aren't you concerned that your flawless skin will develop a scar and your beautiful face will be marred—" he said in sarcasm but was cut off.
"Don't act as if you care," Elena stated, her voice devoid of emotions. But deep down, she just wanted someone to find her... a feeling very familiar to me. "I didn't ask you to visit me, so why are you even here pestering me?"
"Do you think I really wanted to visit you?" he asked.
A moment of silence enveloped the two. The atmosphere was obviously tense and they are both uncomfortable with each other.
"Both of us..." Elena said in a bitter voice. My chest felt like being sat on by an elephant. "We are species of the same group."
He laughed cynically and loudly, and I can sense hostility in his tone. His playful mocking demeanor was found no more.
"Don't try to say we are the same. We are different," he stated emphasizing each word, he seems very upset and bore anger toward Elena. "And what's with acting like a hero? Are you really that desperate for attention Elena Perez? How stupid."
Elena slapped him hard while managing to stay devoid of emotion. He just chuckled contemptuously.
"I thought you were my friend... how did we end up like this?" Elena asked, pain evident in her voice. The guy just walked out and left Elena as a tear fell in her eyes. "I thought you'd understand me because we... are similar."
The next thing I knew, I'm pulled back to reality again. I massaged my head. Another memory. Who's that guy? He's been haunting me, who is he? What does he have to do with Elena? Why am I too affected? Why do I feel hatred for that guy?
"May," I came to my senses when I heard Chase call my name.
"You've been spacing out. What's wrong?" he asked in a concerned tone.
I just walked out, glaring at him. I still despise him, just like I despise the guy from Elena's memories. What's the matter with me? I felt Chase's hands wrapped on my wrist as he pulled me back to the kitchen. He smiled sweetly as he let me sit in a chair.
"Alright, even if you don't know how to cook. I will cook for you then. I will serve you, my dear princess," Chase smugly said, he really is too full of himself. I could only roll my eyes mentally. "Just watch me. I'll make it so you won't be able to take your eyes away from me."
He winked at me before continuing cooking. Tsk, what an annoying guy. I so hate him. How can he control me like this? Tsk, I too can exact my vengeance on you, Rodriguez. Make yourself fully prepared.