Chapter 7 Change for fate

• “You? What the heck!” I looked at my mother waiting to hear the reason why this lady was here and worst of all with a suitcase that looks bigger than mine and I wanted to block all the ideas playing in my head and telling me that she was coming here to stay.
• “Have you both met before?” My mother looked at both of us in surprise and then I watched the girl who had just stepped inside with her open her lips to speak.
• “We met at the crossroad,” She told my mother and then turned to me with an accusing finger I wish I could cut out right here. “He stole my taxi.”
• I scoffed at her words. “Your taxi?” I rolled my eyes. “Do you own any?” I sighed and I knew from the start that I would hate a lady like her.
• “Not that…” she paused like she was rethinking her words and just at the moment I thought she would shut her lips she looked at me with a snapped brow. “I stopped it first.” She shouted and I shook my head, she needs to be at a hospital.
• “You need brain surgery.” I tuck my hands in my pocket wondering when my mother would send her away and continue her sweet talks with me.
• “What!” She shouted again and her face turned red in anger and I couldn’t start to imagine where this lady came from or if it was how all ladies in this City behave. 
• “Well, I am glad you both are getting along so well.” My mother said and I turned my head to see my mother smiling sweetly and my neurotransmitters were roaming around my cerebrum, analyzing why my mother was laughing in this situation. 
• “Mom, you call this getting along?” I raised my brow and could tell that I was frowning right now and hope she gets the message and stops laughing.
• “Anyway,” My mother folds her arms across her chest and looks at me. “She will be staying with us.” I couldn’t believe my instinct was right and before I could protest my mother had already held her suitcase. “Come on, I will show you both to your rooms.” She headed upstairs and the girl followed her.
• This was unbelievable!
• I have just arrived and it seems like I have lost my mother and this house to this girl, plus my luggage was still here but my mother helped that lady that wasn’t her child with hers. 
• I grabbed my luggage and climbed up the steps begrudgingly. This was not going to happen, not when I was here, but I had no option when I got upstairs. She had already opened a room that was spacious and beautiful for the girls and then she turned to me.
• “This would be Ivana’s room, son, your room is over there on the left.” My mother pointed and I looked back and there was a door which happens to be my room and it was just opposite to this lady’s room and we are the only ones who would be staying on this second floor.
• When I looked back I could already see my mother chit chatting with the lady she called Ivana, and worst of all they were smiling. It was so annoying to watch so I stomped into my room and shut the door, tossing my luggage on the bed.
• My room was awesome, I don’t know who gave my mother the idea to decorate it this way and paint it In all white and the table’s and wardrobe are just in the position I love and the best of it all was the direction of the window, pointing out to let the sunray’s in.
• I walked over to the balcony and inhale the fresh air that splash through my face, from up here I can see the beauty of the City, it was an amazing sight, I was having my moment until I turn to my left and notice that the room Ivana was also has a balcony and it was so close that I could hear her excitement as she kept shouting how pretty her room was and how comfortable it was.
• She is damn so loud and noisy, I would hate this and she could be trouble.
• “Should I help you unpack?” I heard my mother’s voice from behind and turned around as I walked back into the room.
• “No thanks, I can do that myself.” I pulled up the lock, she would have helped me take it upstairs that way I might have let her help me unpack and we could keep chit chatting and giggling from ear to ear.
• “Okay, how do you like your room?” She asked me and I looked at her with my lips curled up.
• “I am glad It is soundproof,” I said simply, if I close the door and keep the windows shut I won’t be able to hear the noise that the new girl would be making.
• “Are you disappointed?” My mother walked over to me as I unpack my clothes. “Doesn’t it look anything like the one you had in the States?” I turned my eyes and saw my mother’s sad face and I exhaled softly.
• “Mom, the room is okay,” I assured her but she didn't seem to be assured as she looked around the room and muttered.
• “I bought a mansion because I didn’t want you to regret coming back…”
• “Mom,” I held her shoulders and looked into her eyes, those eyes I loved staring at as a kid. “Even if you were living in a small attic room, I would still come back and be happy as long as you are there with me.”
• “Really?” She smiled and I nodded gladly to see her smile again, but I left her shoulder, that was not the reason I was not okay.
• “But, mom, why did you let that girl come here?” I asked, still curious about what their relationship would be, I can’t imagine that my mother was now helping the poor, else this place would be filled with homeless people.
• My mother’s face lights up. “It won't be lonely and her mother is a friend of mine.” 
• “It doesn’t matter,” I said without hesitation. “Doesn’t she have a home?” I walked back to keep unpacking my bag, my mother was now doing charity with her at this mansion.
• “They live in the outskirts of town and she just got transferred to Larry High here in the city and it is more comfortable going to school from here since it is close…”
• “It is uncomfortable for me.” I frown.
• “Hehe…” My mother walked to my front and looked at my face. “When did you become so selfish…”
• “Mom?” I raised my brow and sigh.
• “You would be attending the same school anyways so cope with it and she is going nowhere.” My mother said firmly and I knew there was no room for negotiation. “Come downstairs for dinner after you are done unpacking your things I will be downstairs.”
• I watched her walk to the door but she stopped and faced me with a big smile on her lips. “Oh this is just so nice, I won’t have to eat dinner alone anymore and to add to that I have a pretty guest too.” She smiled and walked out of the room.
• It was good to see so much smile on my mother’s face but one thing I was sure of was I truly hate the idea of having a girl in this house. My father has a daughter and she was so noisy and damn clingy, I was going to make sure that girl never stepped foot in this house.