May's POV (Elena)
"Now, now, go go and get some food," I shoo her away.
It's awkward to be melodramatic and openly discuss sentiments. I don't want to get too caught up in my emotions. Yummie was about to say something when my phone started ringing. Unregistered phone number... hmm, must be that obnoxious jerk. Who else would call me? I had a feeling it was Chase.
"What do you need now, Rodriguez?" I asked, irritably picking up the phone.
A moment of silence answered before the caller answered. "This is Gabriella."
When I heard who was on the other end of the line, I frowned. What does she need again? When is she going to stop humiliating herself? I'm beginning to feel sorry for her. Such an insecure woman.
["Disappointed, aren't we?"]
"What do you need?" I asked back flatly.
I could hear her annoying laugh. Tsk. Her pride is the only thing that keeps her going. I suppose showing her mercy bruised her ego.
["You were just lucky that someone witnessed us... but you know what I am capable of doing, May."]
I let out a dry laugh. Is she trying to scare me? That sounds absolutely ridiculous. What exactly can she do?
"Are you trying to taunt me, Gabriella?" I amusingly asked. "I decided not to file a lawsuit against you since I figured you weren't worth my precious time, and you know... my time is really expensive.
["I don't know where you got that courage, May, but you of all people know what I can do. While I am still being nice, May... you better obey all my orders if you don't want this to happen again—"]
"I will remind you, Gabriella, I am not the May you used to know," I cut her off. "I am May Gonzales, an enemy who'll bring you down to your greatest downfall. Think twice before waging war against me, and keep in mind that the person you are speaking to now... is someone you no longer know."
["What do you think—"]
Her trembling voice denotes that my words have an effect on her. I couldn't help but crack a smile. She is terrified...
"Do you feel intimidated by me?" I could hear her heavy breathing. "Are you scared of me, Gabriella?"
["No!"]
"Reeeeally?" I mockingly added, "Because, as they say, folks like you—a wuss trying to act dominant—usually bark and bark to cover up their fear."
When silence enveloped the other line, a smile crept across my lips. I gave the number one last look before hanging up with a satisfied smile. The door opened—oh, just in time!
"Where have you been?" I inquired of Yummie as she entered the room.
"I'm having a conversation with Sir Chase near the front door," she answered back, my face contorted in unison with my growing suspicion.
Why were they talking outside? I felt a slight annoyance. He was in here and he didn't even peek inside. I was brought back from my deep thoughts when I felt Yummie's warm hands pinching my cheeks.
"Don't be green with envy," she said, laughing. "It's just a joke."
Ugh, what is wrong with me?! I snorted and rolled my eyes upward. Did I already grow attached to that jerk? I've grown so accustomed to his presence that I'm now on the lookout for him!
"Stop talking nonsense, Yummie."
Yummie's gaze was drawn to my phone, which abruptly beeped with a new text message. I opened it without realizing Yummie was already next to me.
"Tell me, May, is Gabriella still bothering you?" she specifically asked, her voice slightly concerned.
"You don't need to worry about such petty things. Just go home already Yummie. I'll be discharged sooner or later."
The door suddenly flew open. And there we saw a group of goons holding a gun.
"Get out! We've taken over this hospital!" An awfully familiar face screamed. "If you don't want anything bad to happen to you, get out!"
What kind of luck is this? I had a similar experience when I first awoke from my coma... Sebastian's name came to mind from nowhere. Isn't this a little like deja vu?
"What's with you, the goons and hospitals?"
We shifted our attention to the person on the other side of the door. Sh*t! This guy was there too the first time!
"Sir Chase!" Yummie exclaimed in surprise.
"Is this one of your plots again Rodriguez?" I crossed my arms, doubting him. "This is a hospital for Pete's sake! How come there are goons loitering around here? How weak is the security of this hospital?"
"Wow, that's a great way to greet someone who came to see you," he said, clutching his chest as if in distress. "Well, Miss Smartass, recently, these gangs have been targeting hospitals, a new tactic in which they hostage the patients and demand a ransom from the owner before fleeing, or something along those lines."
That's a very simpleminded way of doing a crime! How could the police not do anything about this? If this is the case, healthcare facilities should strengthen their security. Argh.
"They are a large and diverse group with many connections within the high-ranking, so they manage to avoid the cops. I can say they are pretty impressive," Chase complimented.
I can't believe this guy manage to compliment this stupid gang! I felt a cold metal pointed at my forehead.
"Drop the gun," I heard Chase's cold voice.
"I'm just reminding you that you're not in the position to order me," he chided, his face contorted in displeasure. "And you two even dared to bicker right in front of me, and—"
"No one dares to point a gun on MY girl," Chase aggressively exclaimed.
"Don't go branding me as your property, Rodriguez, because I am NOT yours; you do not own me," I protested as he sneered at me.
"But soon... I will," Chase answered arrogantly.
I glared at him but he just gave me his unpleasant fake annoying smirk. Tsk. This man is really too possessive for his own good. His being possessive is on the same level as being a stalker. He should be happy I think of him as a brother, all thanks to Elena's memory.
"Not even in your wildest dream, jerk of all times."
"You would be chasing this jerk soon, babe."
"Dream on!"
Seriously? Why does he always have a tagline for whatever I say? This is what makes him so incredibly annoying.
"I'll make this dream a reality babe. Trust me, it will happen may it be against your will or not." He winked at me which made my blood boil more.
He is damn serious. What is this jerk planning? I have a bad feeling about this. But you are wrong Mr. Rodriguez, I am winning this game. There is no way I will lose.
"Ah, guys, I'm feeling terribly out of place," Yummie suddenly announced. "While you two were arguing, the cops took the hostage takers; you two really have your own worlds, don't you?"
"Two weeks, no that'll be too long and I'll start missing you again," Chase grumbled, ignoring Yummie. "So, one week May, one week and you'll start chasing me just as planned."
"I will crush that plan of yours," I proclaimed
"I sure love that stubbornness of yours. Well, now Ms. Gonzales. Entertain me" he said before turning his back
He turned his back and walk to the door, finally! That jerk, he really just went here to annoy me.
"Nakakainis na kayong dalawa ha! Parang wala ako rito tapos English kayo ng English inuubusan niyo na ako ng dugo! Buhay pa ako!" Yummie cried
"This is the last time I'll ask May, this is your last chance. Be mine" he stated without turning back to us
I rolled my eyes, could someone give me a knife and throw it to that jerk? Arrogant as ever. Typical Chase Rodriguez.
"My answer is still the same Rodriguez. Just stop fooling around and get lost"
"Take care of May for me Yummie, ok?"
"Hindi mo na kailangan sabihin yan Chase" Yummie replied
How can they decide things on their own? I don't need babysitting. I am no child. I sensed excitement from Chase in his last words before leaving us.
"If being nice won't help, let's try being mean"
That guy is really planning something nasty. Challenge accepted Rodriguez.