Resentment by Relina Blacsmith (classic romance novels TXT) 📕

“Uh, sorry,” he pulls away from me quickly to stand opposite me, which just kinda made things awkward.

“Look, uh, I thi-, I meant, Melanie thinks you should go and uh, rest. You know, too much working and all,” I could see that he couldn’t make eye contact with me, while I was still drifting off to the part where his arms were around me. Stop, Cara!

“Uh, thanks,” I smile at him and then he resumed chasing after my daughter and son outside, while I entered inside my house.

As I walked into the kitchen to find something to chew on, I find Melanie making herself a cup of coffee.

“Hey what’s up?” She comes over to me and gives me a hug.

“Oh, you know, just the usual. Work, work and more work,” I shrug off my medical jacket and then went off to raid the fridge.

“Awwwwwwwww, come on Cara. You should go out more often, you know: clubbing, sightseeing and etc…”

“By sightseeing, you mean looking at so called hot guys, am I right?” I look to see her eyes twinkling. Oh no, that is a bad sign.

“I’ve got an idea,” she looks at me with a smile, as if she just guessed a big fat secret and wouldn’t tell me, which I was hoping for.

“It’s alright, don’t mention it. I value my life,” I then start shoving a piece chicken in my mouth, mmmmmmmm, food. Satisfy the hunger.

“What’s that suppose to mean?” She looks at me with pretence hurt, when deep down she really wanted to rip my head off for insulting her. So, I had to fuel that insult with another, if… my head is still attached to me, that is.

“Hmmmmmm… let’s see. Geez, lemme guess. Oh, yeah. Last time you came up with an “idea”, I ended up getting a male fan who by the way stalked me. And from there came the dirty pictures oh and don’t forget when the police had to be involved. Such great ideas you have, that sometimes I think you ought to have kept them in a book and in your mind, for I feel real sorry for the next person you mention “idea” to,” I then picked up my chicken and resumed eating and waiting, when she’ll rip my poor head off.

“Okay, okay. You had me at that one, but it’s not my fault you’re so damn good looking.”

“I’m about as good looking as this piece of chicken,” I muttered under my breath, still munching on the chicken.

“Say something?” While she puts on her I-dare-you-to-tell-me look.

“Hmmmmm?” Meanwhile I pretended to not to have heard her.

“Anyways, before I was so rudely interrupted by some negative person…” But before she could continue on, I cut her off with my own response.

“You mean me, right?” As I point the chicken towards me, at the same time.

When I turn to look at her, I could see her pissoffness vibe radiating towards me, not a good sign I tell you.

“Shut up and listen. If you as so much speak or even make one sound, I swear I will shove that chicken bone down your throat to make sure you don’t make any sound at all,” folding her arms, scowling at me now. But all the same, I try not to laugh at the facials she was giving me which is really hilarious at the moment.

“So, as I was saying. There’s this new night club in town and I was thinking that maybe you’d li-, no, you are going to come with me.” I could still feel the pissoffness vibe radiating towards me.

“But what ab-,” but she cuts me off, again.

“The kids will be fine, okay. I mean, I’m sure Derek won’t mind and plus, I planned this with your sister,” with this really big smile that says:  “I’ve got you now”, which felt very disturbing.

“My sister!?! So you guys planned this behind my back and never told me anything?” I was trying so hard not to scowl, not because of them going behind my back and planning it, but because I didn’t want to go. I mean really, when your best friend is a guy magnet, it’s a no-no especially with Melanie. A very big NO-NO!!!

“Well, we had to,” still smiling and no doubt with evil in that brain of hers.

“But you have to come, because if you refuse I shall by all means, drag your ass there. Capiche?” giving me an I-dare-you-to-say-no look.

Now I’m wondering what in the world did Derek see in this woman?

“Ok. But... if anything goes wrong, I will personally murder you and then you can go haunting people you’ve always wanted to, especially them hot guys you keep thinking of,” she laughs and gives me a hug.

“Yes! Now, tomorrow we are going shopping,” doing a victory dance near the table.

“Well, I sup-, wait, what!?!” I so did not want to go shopping with this mad woman, who is by the way, a shopaholic.

“Oh, it’s alright Melanie, I’m sure there’s something I can find in my clos-,” and again I was cut off, grrrr…

“Nonsense, we are going shopping, okay?” She stops dancing and now looks at me, sternly.

“Fine.”

Then I get up and raid the fridge, wondering what other crazy ideas she was going to involve me in.

***

“Good morning. Rise and shine!” I hear this very annoyingly, familiar voice.

“Melanie, what are you doing here and in this early time of the day,” she was busy opening my curtains and windows that I had to cover my eyes as the sun was blinding me.

“Oh, didn’t you hear me saying that I’ll sleep over? Oh right, you were dead on your kitchen table, leaving me to talk to your left over chicken bones,” I could tell that as hard as she tried to sound annoyed about last night, she couldn’t help but be excited knowing that I was going shopping with her.

“You did bring your own toothbrush and clothes too, right?”  I hear her gasp.

“How could you think like that? I mean, do I look like Shaggy to you on Scooby Doo?” Although I knew that that question, would require no answer from me.

“Anyways, hurry up and meet me in the kitchen in 10 minutes, we have to so get out of here,” as she starts to walk out of my room, when I notice one of my favourite scarves around her neck.

“Ahem.”

She looks back at me, to see me tugging at my neck.

“What? I guess this is fashion worthy.”

 Trust her to come up with a lame excuse about taking my scarf.

I then remembered that I had to hurry or she’ll scream the house down, which I got out of bed and at the same time cursed her, for being my best friend.

***

As I get down stairs, I spot Melanie making toast, while Derek was eating scrambled eggs with the twins.

“Okay, who cooked the scrambled eggs?” I ask the twins.

“Bderebek brid,” Max with his mouth full.

“Hey don’t speak with your mouth full and thank heavens,” I look at Derek to see him laughing.

“Why’s he laughing?” Melanie points at Derek, who was now laughing even harder.

“Nothing. Oh, but when are we going?” Just as I was sitting down, I felt a hand tug me back up again.

“Now!” While dragging me away from the table, where I can see Derek mouthing “good luck” to me, ok now I’m puzzled.

“Brianne and Max, be good and don’t start any trouble, you hear me!” As I was still being dragged.

When we got outside, she then finally let me go.

“Melanie, can’t I at least have breakfast?” My tummy growled with agreement.

“No, now get going. We have to shop, shop, shop!!!”

I was thinking of running back into the house but knowing Melanie; she would include Derek in dragging my ass back into the car, so I gave up and grabbed my ballets and hopped into the car, with Melanie beside me.

“Oh, I’m so excited to take you shopping!” Clapping her hands with a big smile plastered on her face.

Oh joy.

3 hours later…

“Cara, don’t just stand there. Keep up with me, gosh,” as she enters into another shop.

You know, I actually kind of regret agreeing with her to take me shopping, as I’m still starving and deep in shopping bags. My tummy then growls when a couple comes by. I see the girl shooting me the evils, while I smile nervously, oh what I’d do for food. And then Melanie comes back, just to yell at me.

“Cara, you better get that fine behind of yours over here, right now!” Standing near the entrance of the door with her hands on her hips, while passers-by are all looking at me. Gosh, does this girl know the meaning of embarrassing?

I stand up and go to her, although I could still feel people’s eyes on my back.

“I could get my behind over there faster if you helped carry some of the bags.”

“Fine.”

She comes and grabs only three little shopping bags, which hardly weighed anything especially when they were just jewellery.

“Hey, why are you only hol-.”

“Shut it. Now let’s go,” leading me towards the shop she was at before.

As we get inside, a guy with brownish, blondish hair and with hazel eyes comes towards us and asks if we needed any help. I kindly rejected his offer but Melanie just blurts out, “We really need your help.”

Please tell me she’s not going to be flirting with this guy, I thought. Because when we went shopping, all those who were asking if we needed any help were all males and most of them, she flirted with. My best friend is completely and utterly a flirt.

“Melanie, stop flirting with him?” She then turns to me with her eyebrows raised.

“Why, so you can flirt with him?” anger dripping from her voice.

I was so shocked at how dark she sounded, till I saw her face crack into a smile. I punch her arm in which she starts to rub, trying to ease the pain.

“What was that for?” still rubbing her arm.

“That was for flirting with the guy and for tricking me. Pull that joke again and your arm isn’t going to be the only target for my fists,” I take a look at my knuckles, remembering the time how I used to act tough, and then those same green eyes of his entered, which made me freeze.

“What’s your punch got to do with me flirting?” shattering my thoughts of him and seeing her holding a blue frilly dress.

“It’s the fact that you’ve got a boyfriend named Derek, at home,” while I picked up a black tank top and then chucking it back on the floor.

“Oh, that. Um, Cara please promise me you won’t get angry if I tell you something, that, I should have told you, please?” looking nervously at me.

“Spit it out.”

“Ok, uh, you see, Derek and I aren’t, uh, dating anymore,” she looks at me probably waiting for me to go hulk on her. My temper is known to be rare but, legendary.

“Wh- what? You mean, he’s babysitting my kids and he’s not your boyfriend anymore? Bu- but why?” I felt kind of shocked and a little bit happy, for some unknown reason, when I remembered the time he hugged me.

“Sorry chica, but the thing is, Derek and I felt as if it was best being friends as we didn’t really, have that chemistry as we thought.”

I tried to feel angry at her for not telling me sooner, but part of me was kind of relieved that they weren’t a couple anymore, as Derek and I grew to be close friends. Although I don’t think I will be telling Melanie about the hug incident, any time soon.

“Hey Cara, go and try this out,” holding a black, sleeveless dress that was above my knees.

I take the dress and go inside the changing room and change into it. As I come back out, I end up seeing Melanie’s eyes literally go wide and squeal.

“Ohmigosh! Girl, are you sure you’re a mother who has two twins?