5. Do I have an option?

The surroundings around me look quite peaceful and warm today, so instead of catching a bus or going with Scarlet to university, I decided to walk. I enjoyed having this time to recollect my speech which I've to present in front of my class. Suddenly the climate changed and the blue cloud changed to dark grey and soon after raindrops started falling.

 "Great" I muttered to myself and looked up at the grey cloudy sky. I loved the rain when I didn't have to walk around in it. I pulled my hoodie over my head and started running.

"If only I would have carried an umbrella, I would enjoy this," I muttered as I turned to the corner. I looked up at the shops that filled the streets and people either running for a shelter or simply enjoying the rain. My clothes were sticking to my body like a second skin and it was irritating me.

There was a small bus stop a few feet away and I dashed towards it. I stood under the shelter and placed the bag beside me before squeezing out the water from my hair. I then sat down on my knees and took out my books and papers from the bag. My grin was so wide when I noticed the pages of the books weren't wet, but it soon changed into horror as I was suddenly covered in cold dirty water. I let out a small yelp when I noticed my books were drenched in water. I managed to glance up to see a black Range Rover leave. What.The.Hell!

"Hey asshole, stop the car!!" I yelled in rage. How dare he/she leave without even saying sorry! Urgh....this just made my day. How could I go to university in this condition? 

No way. I won't let whoever that asshole is to leave without solving my problem. I quickly looked around and found a big stone. I took and aimed it at the car which was currently waiting for the green signal. The back glass of the car shattered into millions of pieces and I pat my back mentally in satisfaction and pride. I didn’t know I could aim that far!

For a moment, there was silence around me before a man came out of the car. He slammed the door shut and walked towards the back of his car, examining the damage. Then he turned around quickly and his gaze fell on me. He angrily stomped in my direction and my mind was screaming at me to run for my life. But it seems my brain stopped functioning as soon as I saw him. 

He is the same man who got me fired! His shirt was sticking to his body showing his sculpted abs and his brown hair was sticking to his forehead. His eyes were bright blue and his fist was clenched tightly. 

"You again?!” he muttered in disbelief. “Have you lost your mind? How dare you throw a stone at my car like that" He yelled as he towered in front of me. Oh God, he's so freaking tall! My senses started working as soon as he opened his mouth. I narrowed my eyes at him and crossed my arms across my chest.

"You splashed that damn dirty water on me, then you are leaving without even saying sorry! Where the hell is your manners then!" I shouted back at him. At first, he looked stunned, but then quickly masked over with his cold hard stare.

 "Look I'm in a hurry. So you better say sorry, so that I can reach my office on time" he said, looking at his watch. I stared at him as if he had grown two heads. 

"Why the hell should I say sorry to you? You should be the one to say that. Even for getting me fired." I said, rolling my eyes. 

"Don't you dare roll your eyes to me" he growled at me. I rolled my eyes again. No one tells me what to do, especially not this asshole.

"Look, miss. I'm being very gentle with you. I'm only asking you to say sorry instead of taking money from you for causing the damage since I'm sure you don't have that much money with you." he said and I gasped. How dare he tell me I'm poor? That too straight at my face. My blood began to boil, making me grind my teeth together.

"How dare you accuse me like that? You splashed water on me and now you're making me late for my university. If it's anyone, you should be the one paying up." I hissed. He let out a dark chuckle and looked up and down my body in amusement.

"Me? Saying sorry? That to a small girl like you? Never in your dreams ", he sneered. 

"I'm not a small girl. I'm 19" I growled at him. It's not my fault this man looks like a giant in front of me. And also he doesn't look that old. He looks probably 22 or 23.

We argued for what seemed like half an hour. A crowd of people gathered around us, enthusiastic for a fight. Grow up, people! We both knew we are fighting for a stupid reason. One sorry would be enough to solve the problem, but neither of us wanted to be the first one to say it. We blamed each other. Every insult he threw on me was fine, but one. The one which I always avoid from people.

"You better go learn what manners mean. What the hell did your parents teach you?? A daughter who doesn't have any manners. It’s such a shame. Go tell your Mom and Dad--"

"STOP!" I screamed, covering my ears with my hands. I felt a quick stab of pain in my heart hearing about my parents. He insulted my parents. It's more than I could bear. 

"I'm sorry alright. But you shouldn't have insulted my parents. They...They..." I started to stammer. This is getting unbearable. I know he doesn't know anything about my parents, but that doesn't give him any right to insult them, dead or alive. I couldn't take it anymore.

"What? Sensitive about your parents -" I slapped him on his cheeks as a single tear ran down my cheeks. He stood there in shock while I walked away.

(End of flashback)

"YOU!" We said in unison.

"What the hell are you doing in my house?" He yelled, making me flinch.

"Y-Your house?"

"Yes, my house" he yelled. 

"Geez, are you trying to make me deaf? Stop yelling at me." I said, rubbing my ears.

"Tell me what you are doing here" he yelled. This man seriously has some issues with his brain. Don't he understand the meaning of the word 'stop yelling'?

"Logan, stop shouting at her." we turned around to see Grecia standing at the bottom stair in her silky nightgown with an exasperated expression.

"Mom! What the hell is she doing here?" he said, pointing towards me.

"That's Karolia. I've told you about her." Grecia said.

"What is she doing here?" He gritted out, his fist clenching.

"I invited her to stay with us. Have you guys met each other somewhere?" She asked, walking towards us.

"Yes, unfortunately. And I wish I hadn't." He replied, making me roll my eyes at him. He glared at me.

"She'll be staying with us for a few days" Grecia said and I smiled at her thankfully.

"What? No way." he stared at Grecia in disbelief.

"You got any problem?" Grecia asked, challenging him to protest. Normally a sane person would've kept his mouth shut and welcomed the guest if it means not to hear mom’s wrath. But this guy in front of me is insane.

"Yes. I have a problem. I won't allow a stranger to stay with us." He snapped sardonically, his voice simmering with anger. 

"Stranger? For God's sake, I know her Logan. She is not a stranger to me." Grecia said angrily.

"You only know her for weeks, mom. Not for years!" he raised his voice.

"I don't care about that. She is trustworthy. " Grecia asked, raising her voice as well. Logan groaned loudly.

"She is a nuisance. First, she dumped a bowl of pasta on my head and then cost me a loss of a few million" He yelled, glaring at me. Millions? When d-did I? I looked down, suddenly overwhelmed by different emotions. I know when I'm not welcomed. I guess it's better if I leave this place.

"I’m sorry. I'll leave tomorrow" I mumbled and both turned to look at me. But I still kept my gaze on the wooden floor, scared they would see my vulnerable state.

"No, you'll leave now," He said, grabbing my arm. I stumbled as he pulled me forward and started to walk to the front door.

"Logan let her go, at this INSTANT" Grecia barked at him. He halted in his steps suddenly, making me hit his back. He turned around and glared at his mom.

"Mom, just because you are generous enough to make friends with this girl, it doesn't mean that you should trust her completely to let her stay in our house. She could be a thief."

"That's enough, young man. Whom do you think you are talking to? I'm not your staff to listen to whatever you are saying. I let her stay at my house and I only have the right to throw her out. Not you. So you leave her and go to your room." She shouted at him. Her words stunned me.

"But mom--"

"No, I don't want to hear anything from you. She is staying here as long as she wants to." Grecia said stubbornly.

“But my money-”

“Don’t you blame her for your carelessness and I’m sure you might have said something to her that made her throw food at you,” she said and I pressed my lips. True

"Fine. Do whatever you want," he said, giving me a murderous look. He stormed out of the room and up the stairs, most likely to his room. A loud slam was heard a few seconds after and I flinched at that sound.

"I'm sorry Karolia. He can be a bit tough sometimes. But you got nothing to worry about."

"No, I'm sorry Grecia. I'll leave tomorrow morning itself. I don't want to be a burden to anyone." I said, looking down.

"No, you are staying here. You won't leave this house without my permission. He should know he can't keep ordering everyone. It's time I teach him that." she said angrily. She gave me a last smile and I watched her walk down the hall to the kitchen. I stared at the couch stunned at what just happened.

I clenched my jaw in worry. Do I have an option?