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I seriously wonder which sister is she to Serena but I don't want to poke my finger into that, afraid if I would be tempted to go deeper and end up doing idiotic, immature, and immensely time-wasting stuff. Like fall for her or make her my girlfriend.

The way I see my friends spending their 20s chasing for love and women, only to get their heart broken over and over again, why would they do that? Why are they being so stupid knowing they will end the same; miserable and alone. Isn't it better to just be happily alone? Like me.

Sure I'm miserable when Mom nags about my disinterest in relationships that she suspects I'm gay for the amount of time I spent with my friends (read: Gerard and his boyfriends) at the club when I'm not working but still, I get to go home and live my life happily. No stupid drama like quarrelling over trivial matters, dealing with jealousy, or unsatisfied sex.

I've tried that during high school and university life, I had girlfriends during all those years. But as I get older everything becomes clearer, I will not waste my time unless I'm sure of it.

As of now, no woman has ever given me the assurance that they will stick with me through the good and bad. Also, I'm not sure they want me for my money or purely me.

"Can you drop me at NYT, Mr Knight?" I thought I've told her I'm not leaving her anywhere but her house?

"I'm meeting my sister there, if you send me home I can't get in anyway because I don't have the keys."

We are almost at the junction between going to Rosewood or the mall she mentioned. I don't quite trust her. How did she know her sister is at the mall when she hasn’t touched her phone at all during this ride?

"Take the right, please," she gives an order when we're nearing the fork. I bet she's lying, using her sister as an excuse. Well news flash, I'm not that gullible.

"Why did you do that?!" She snaps the moment I keep the car straight instead of taking the right. Her hand slaps my biceps when she shouted so loud to my face just now. Fuck. Don't touch me unless you want me to fuck you right here right now.

"I know you're lying." I answer calmly while adjusting my pants.

"I'm not! You're such an ass, Mr Knight! Drop me now! I want to get out of here!"

What a bratty girl. I'm being nice by sending her home but she's being petty like this? Ordering me around as if I'm her personal driver?

"Did you hear what I said? Drop. Me. NOW!" My ear is ringing from the shout. Where's that nervous, shy girl who babysat my nieces 30 minutes ago?

I knew it. She was acting all along, to land that job.

"Stop the car!"

Why is she being difficult? It's a highway, it's dangerous to stop the car even if I really want to throw her out right now.

"Unless you want us to get into an accident, I suggest you drop the attitude." I have to give a little warning even though I really don't want to talk right now, not when I'm mad.

Because mad people always say words they shouldn't say. Even if they mean it.

Her hand that's flying in the air stops abruptly once I warned her. I'm pretty sure she's on her way to hit me again with that skinny hand of hers. Huh, as if I’d feel anything. Such a waste of energy.

"Hmph!" She brings those hands around her chest, hugging herself.

I thought my sister is the queen of spoiled brats because she was raised in a rich household, turns out growing up in a poor one can also make you a spoiled brat.

***

"Where do I turn?" I ask her when we're nearing the neighbourhood. She has been quiet since the past 15 minutes.

"Left."

"Left."

"Third exit."

"Right."

I've been following her direction until I realise we're back to the highway. Bloody hell, "Did you just trick me back to the city?"

"Maybe," she sounds so proud.

This immature act of hers is going to take us miles away to get to the u-turn back to Rosewood. How dare she plays this game with me.

"Drop me anywhere you please at the city. I'll take the subway to NYT my-SELF!" The way she says it makes me clutch the steering wheel tight. My hand itches to teach her a lesson.

But first I need to understand something.

"You don't need the babysitting job anymore?" Nights ago she was begging not to tell anything to Maddy so she can secure her babysitting job but right now, why is she so bold?

"Mrs Jones likes me, she won't care if you tell her about what happenned. Because you brought it yourself. I asked you nicely to drop me at NYT but you're being a prick as always, so whateverrr Mr Knight! You can tell whatever the hell you want to her!" I see.

"Do you have a boyfriend?"

She doesn't say anything so I turn to look at her.

Obviously stunned, she is still eyeing me with a surprised look. There's no more sign of anger, just a big question mark dangling on her head.

"Do you have a boyfriend?"

"Why?" Finally, a response.

"Are you free now?"

"...why?"

I give a signal and stop my car by the roadside. I need to do this properly, my Mom raised me well enough to respect ladies, her included.

I turn my body so I'm facing her directly, looking straight into her eyes that she somehow starts to be uncomfortable with what I'm doing, or how serious I've turned.

“Would you go out on a date with me?"

Her shocked face is so cute but her eyes grow so big I feel like she's straining them too much.

I would be shocked too if I were her but I have to do this right. Ask her for a date, convince my disloyal penis, heart, and brain of how annoying and spoiled she is so they would understand she is bad for me, then move on to get my peaceful life once again.

I'm pretty sure I won't go for the second date with her because she is nothing like the girls I used to date. She's not classy, she's clumsy, and she's absolutely ill-mannered. Perhaps half way through our first date I'm already annoyed that I’d want to get out of there.

But just to get her out of my system, or rather convince myself she's not fit for me, I'm making this exception to date her, someone who's absolutely not my taste.

"Let's go on a date. Today, if you're free."

"But you don't even like me." She's confused. And adorable. Adorably confused.

"Why would you say so?" I've been interested since the first time we met. If my heart's in doubt, my cock is obviously not. Want evidence? I’m more than glad to flash my proud buddy here.

"You barely talked to me, you try to avoid me every time we meet, and you're so cold towards me. You're like the ice. You're ice prince." Somebody's been reading fairytales too much.

"Maybe I can warm you up with a date?"

She laughs hearing that, "You're weird."

I think I've asked her enough, and I've got my answer. Perhaps this is why I should never stray from my principle. Look where it got me; rejected bluntly and being laughed at with a comment stating I'm a weirdo.

So I turn myself back to the steering wheel and turn a signal to bring the car back to the main road. Let's just drop her to the mall she so wanted to go and call it a day.

"So where are we having our first date at?"