Classic Novel
Chapter 67
Chapter 67
Chapter 67 My Job
Between me and Lance, we fought, we pretended and acted around each other, and after so many
years, I still hadn‘t found a suitable way to communicate and interact with is man. Purposely pretend
around him didn‘t seem to be working anymore.
Lance sat down and picked up his fork. I ate two plates of food and that shocked the servant.
On the other hand, Lance didn’t seem to have an appetite, he took a few bites and stopped
eating. The butler asked if the cook changed the recipe as he could taste something different.
Lance didn’t blame the cook and instead, he said: “Not bad, see how Ms Gomez is swallowing
down all the food?”
I knew he was being sarcastic so I smiled awkwardly the butler and the cook: “I‘m grateful to even get
to eat.”
Lance scoffed and said something about me talking nonsense and always bullshit.
If there were strangers, they would though me and Lance are a couple, to be able to speak
sarcastically to each other like that.
But it was just moments ago that we wanted to kill each other, now we were
sitting on the dining table, dining together. How fake and pretentious can we humans get?
After dinner, I went to take a shower. When I was done and got out of the bathroom, Lance was
already on the bed, reading a sports magazine. He seems to like football a lot, he was always
looking at the football pages.
I sat beside him and suggested: “ There‘s a football match tomorrow, wanna go see?”
Lance shifted his attention on me and I could see the look of surprise on his face. “You watch football?”
“I never watched live, but I watch it on stream.” I said,
Lance looked really surprise. He must not have thought a woman
would like watching football, but it’s true, not many women likes football.
But I do know a lot of girls who like basketball. The girls in my class back in high school likes
basketball, all they ever talked about was the NBA players and the games. But do they really liked
basketball? No, they just wanted to show the boys in 5the class that they are different from other girls.
As for me, I watch football because I like the idea of the game. It’s very competitive and full of hope, to
me.
I used to even stay up late to watch live match, and it slowly became a hobby.
But ever since I started to be with Lance, I rarely watch matches anymore, because I felt like there’s no
point anymore. My life has no more hope, why should I watch something so full of hope?
I must have sparked his interest as he asked: “Do you have any favorite player?”
pointed at the man inside his magazine and said: “Him, I‘ve been watching him since he last time.”
Lance looked at me with wide eyes. “He isn’t even good looking, he’s got dark skin too, I thought
women don‘t like men like this.”
Men always thought all girls like sports player for their looks. No, not me. And I admit, the player
that I admire isn‘t good looking.
“Yes, he isn‘t good looking, when I started to like him, he just became and adult
and had dark hair, plus he was skinny.”
“Then what do you like about him? He‘s not as good as Messi, but of course he‘s the best
among the 90s players.” Lance started chatting with me about football.
I stared at the young man in the magazine and thought about why I admire
him so much. He‘s very competitive and doesn‘t give up easily, and when
he sweats like hell running in the fields, chasing after the opponent, he attracted my attention. And
ever since that, I have been his fans.
“Perhaps he has something that I envy.”
Lance turned his head and looked at me. “What?”
He pretended to be mysterious and said: “Can‘t tell, why not you guess?”
Lance scoffed. “Who do you think you are? I don‘t care.”
And with that, he continued to read his magazine while I closed my eyes to nap.
I knew I wouldn‘t be able to sleep tonight, but I still closed my eyes and pretended that there’s no
problem at all, that i could sleep.
I just closed my eyes and heard Lance speaking softly: “I like Messi, because we are similar in some
ways. We are not that extroverted, and nobody knows what we want. I’ve met him a few times,
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He said, but I didn‘t reply him. It‘s nothing, I shouldn‘t waste my time on this.
But, he said he isn’t good in expressing his feelings. What a joke. He never failed to express to me how
much he hated me, he also did a good job always punishing me and making me suffer.
He’s always very good at being sarcastic and saying really harsh words.
The next day when I woke up, he asked me a strange question. “You didn’t dream last night?”
I looked at at him with confusion. What dream? Why would he ask me about my dream?
I shook my head and said: “perhaps I was too tired so I slept soundly last night.”
“Really, then try to go out and play or do more activities in the day time, don’t dream too
much at night.” Lance said.
What is his problem. Then I realized I must have disturbed him. “Did I disturb you when I dream? Did I
make any noise?”
Lance didn’t answer me and went to change his clothes. Then he came back and paused for
a brief moment. “You clenched your teeth a lot, it‘s annoying.”
I clench my teeth when I sleep? Impossible. When I stayed with a few roommates during
my high school, nobody told me about this. He must be lying, there must be a specific reason why he
suddenly cared about me dreaming or not.
“If I annoyed you, then I’ll sleep in the guest room tonight.” I said, since I would prefer to not sleep in
the same bed as him if given the chance to.
Lance picked up his expensive watch and put it on, then he glanced at me and smirked: “You make
those noises every night and I’m already used to it. I can’t believe you‘re acting like you’re someone
who can even decide on anything, right now I’m happy with you sleeping on my bed and I can what to
do you whenever I can, isn’t this your job, sister?”