Page 106 of Eyes Like Angel

These cookies will insult her greatly, I thought, judging.

“Hey, Adrian, I was stopping by to give you this,” Emily explained, her dark eyes twinkling.

“Yeah, thanks,” I said, setting the cookies behind me by the table stand near me.

“I was just wondering if I could spend time with you tonight,” she suggested, adjusting her tube top and a mini skirt.

I flicked the dirt off of my fingernails, checking them again. “Doing what?”

My eyes were lulling to sleep by the time she’s getting her word in.

“Well, you know, fun stuff,” she insisted, squeezing her boobs inward, her tube top was slipping bit by bit.

My eyes squinted at hers in skepticism. “Sorry,dude, I had a long day today, and I can’t entertain you.”

Her lips pouted, sticky lip gloss. “Really?”

Repulsed, I didn’t answer her this time. My genuine hospitality has been switched off.

“Is that a problem?” she asked, her boobs squeezed in with her arms, trying to look all cutesy like a high school girl.

My lips curled in grimace. “Look, you came here at a wrong time. I’m having my friends coming over.”

“Friends?”

“Yeah, like my buddies. I haven’t seen them in a while,” I reasoned, deadpanned.

“Do you mean Marcy and Eva,” she insisted again, provoking.

My heart froze at her words. No one has ever called Marceline “Marcy” except for me, and most people called Eva by Sister Eva, as if Emily could say these names freely, like she personally knew them all too well. I didn’t like it one bit. If Marceline was here, she’d punch Emily by the throat, for Eva, she’d try to avoid Emily as much as she can—that I could imagine.

The way Emily whispered in Eva’s ear after Eva made a lie about how Romano and I are playing charades and insisting on playing as Cain and Abel. Not knowing what, I decided to jump ahead on a deep end.

“What did you say to her, by the way?”

Her brows furrowed. “Say to whom?”

The rage in my eyes directed. “Sister Eva.”

Her body flinched and coiled stiffly at Eva’s name. “I thought you’re talking about Marcy.”

Shifted my eyes onto her once more from looking away, saying, “What did you say to Sister Eva?”

She let out a forceful laugh. “I was saying a stupid joke, Adrian. It doesn’t mean anything.”

Refused, I pressed on. “That does not look like a joke. I saw your face, you weren’t laughing. I don’t like when the nuns were harassed by other nuns.”

Giddied, she said, “You’ve been watching me? I’m flattered—”

“Tell me,” I ordered, my height towering over her. “What did you say to her?”

Emily took a big gulp before composing herself with ease. “All I said was that she’s doing a good job.”

My body clinched, the heat on the back of my head rose, buzzing in white heat. I didn’t want to hear her excuses to be overlooked, recalling her darkened expression she shot at Eva.

“Fine, I’m out. This conversation kinda made me bored to death,” I said to her, without watching her eagerness died down.

As I advanced over to the entrance, grabbing the door handle, she grabbed my forearm. “Okay, okay, I’ll tell you! Please stay!”