Chapter 357 - Three Hundred And Fifty-seven: I Don't Call Dibs On My Boyfriend

The third point of view :

Some people seem to have nothing doing, Pedro figured out. It was as if everywhere he looked, he could find Olivia. Was she stalking him? That sounded scary to the ears. This is why he returned to the kitchen to have his meal there amid his mother's warning, just so he could tell her off. This was beginning to drive him crazy.

"Hi, good morning," She passed him by, then made a double back and came to sit with him on his table.

"Hi," Pedro wasn't as enthusiastic as she was.

"You look like you didn't get a good rest last night?" she asked with concern in her gaze.

"Can you blame me?" he shrugged, "I'm in unfamiliar territory with hundreds of gang members that could kill me without effort and a girl so obsessed with me she literally stalks me," He complained, hitting the point straight.

Olivia chuckled, "Is that why you look so stressed?"

"I have never heard of stalking being funny,"

"Geez, silly. You said it yourself, you're in an unfamiliar place, so I was just looking out for you in case one of our members tries anything foolish - bullying is quite common here. This place isn't exactly cute for an innocent soul like you," she said to him.

Pedro narrowed his gaze at her, "You're telling the truth? You were not stalking me?"

"You made it clear that you didn't want my companion, so I had no choice but to adopt that method. Besides, stalking is tiring and not that fun as you put it to be," She sighed like someone who was mentally exhausted.

Well, maybe, she was telling the truth, and she was right on the avoiding part. For some reason, his mother doesn't seem to like Olivia and warned him to stay clear from her. He was just doing what she wanted, but was that the right thing to do? He could be missing a potential friend by doing this?

"So what are your plans for today?" She raised another topic that cleared the weird silence that descended on them.

"Actually, I'm more interested in knowing how long I'm to remain here than the fun to get for the day. I have a life out there and I can't keep hiding here forever," He seemed a bit disturbed.

As much as Pedro appreciated Emerald's help in keeping him away from his wacko father, he wondered for how long? What about her mother's company? Sure, she could handle some things online but her presence would be needed soon. And he needed to communicate with Isabella too.

"Don't worry," her hand came to rest on his shoulder which she rubbed up and down his arm in what seems to be a consolation touch, "We would resolve everything soon,"

"We?" Pedro was confused without putting many thoughts into the hand caressing his arm; he was thinking about a lot right now.

"I would also help out,"

"Why?"

"Because you interest me,"

"Olivia, I already told you, I love someone -"

"I know. I'm not -"

"Get your filthy hands off him! " someone boomed from behind them.

All the hairs on Pedro's back stood on the edge, that voice! He turned around slowly in time to see a furious Isabella stomping over to him. How in the world was that possible? Had he missed her so much that he somehow conjured her? No, that was impossible because that maiden spitting profanities with that cute mouth was Isabella in flesh and blood.

He was doomed, Pedro realized. He tried to shrug off Olivia's hand but the girl in question refused to let go. What was wrong with her? Gosh, Isabella must have misunderstood them. Pedro braced himself for the incoming legendary slap on the face - which never came.

"I said," Isabella gritted out, standing between them, "Get your hands off him,"

Olivia met up to her challenge, "And who the hell are you? How did you get into our turf?" 

A sinister smile appeared on Isabella's face which made Pedro uncomfortable and he tried to interfere but she pinned him to the spot with that cold glare, "Don't move," was her command and for some weird reasons, Pedro couldn't step a foot out. 

The tension cracking in the air was so intense that even the gang members from other tables noticed it and tuned in to their drama. 

She turned to meet Olivia with a smile that didn't touch her eyes, "I'm sorry, whoever you claim to be, but I'm the only occupant of Pedro's heart and I don't share,"

"Well," Olivia stood to her full height and surprisingly, none towered over the other, "Sorry, but I'm interested in him too," 

Isabella scratched her nose, "Really?" 

"Really" Olivia concurred with a hasty demeanor, "And I don't - Oww! " 

Before she could finish the rest of her statement, Isabella had already punched her right on the face. 

"Ooh," The crowd aka gangsters cheered Isabella for that move to Pedro's horror. To be honest, they seemed to be thrilled at the prospect of a fight breaking out between the two ladies. Oh great, he had forgotten he was in a gang's settlement, and fights like this seem like an everyday hobby.

"As I said," Isabella said to Olivia who doubled over from the pain, face turned to the side, "I don't call dibs on my boyfriend,"

"I don't give up either," Olivia sneered, and before anyone could stop her, speared Isabella to the ground like a veteran wrestler. 

"Fight! Fight! Fight!" echoed throughout the hall. 

With Isabella now on the floor and Olivia on top of her and pulling her hair, Pedro was stunned at the scene and moved to action by trying to separate the women. Unfortunately for him, it was at that moment that Pedro bent to pull Olivia away that Isabella kicked her in the stomach. 

Olivia jerked back and in the process headbutted Pedro, the "helper", who groaned in pain and shifted away - not that the fighting women noticed. He felt the blood run down his nose and firmly pinch the soft part of it while looking for tissue paper or anything that would help wipe the blood. 

That kick in the stomach gave Isabella a momentary control that she manipulated, flipping Olivia over and dominating over her. She punched her right in the face and grabbed her hair, as Olivia grabbed hers too while they fought.

"What the hell is going on here?!" Emerald's deep voice thundered in the hall and the echoes of "Fight" died off instantly. Everyone took a step back as they didn't want to be used to set as an example to the others - not that the fighting women acknowledged his presence.

With just a grip, Emerald ripped Isabella away from Olivia, carrying her away as if she weighed nothing. Olivia, still thirsty for blood, tried to use that chance to pounce on her, but Emerald saw through her intentions and grasped her firmly on the back of her clothes. She couldn't break out of his hold no matter how much she wriggled and kicked. This was frustrating.

"Do you have no self-respect?!" He boomed at the girls who looked away with embarrassment yet didn't seem keen on reconciling anytime soon.

"And you," He turned to Olivia, "You promised not to cause any trouble!" he already knew how bothersome the girl was. 

"I did, "Olivia claimed, "But she was the one who hit me first!" She pointed at Isabella.

Emerald turned to Isabella, "You arrived not less than an hour and you're already setting the place on fire?!"

Isabella didn't say anything, rather she jerked off his grasp and strode away.

"Isabella," Pedro called out to her but the girl gave him her signature scowl as she left.

"Don't tell me she's the superhuman girlfriend you've been talking about?" Pedro was startled when Emerald appeared behind him.

"The one and only," He acquiesced with a look of wariness.

"What are you doing not going after her?" the man was surprised. 

"She's an active volcano when angry. Trust me, you don't want to go near her in that state" he sighed. 

"Sometimes the most dangerous place is the safest place. I don't know about you, son, but I'll be going after my woman even if she hurls a microwave oven at me," Emerald told him sincerely. 

"Thank you," the boy appreciated him and without thinking, went in search of Isabella. 

"Pedro!" Olivia, who recognized who he was about to go look for, tried to go after him but Emerald drew her back on the cloth once again.

"You and I have a lot to discuss," He began to pull her away amidst her protest. 

"Isabella!" Pedro came to her room he had gotten after a hard search. But on getting to her door, he was surprised to see the trouble triblet guiding the entrance. 

"You are not going anywhere!" Allen harrumphed, crossing his arm across his chest and giving a look that appeared to be a grim one. 

"I really need to see your sister right now," Pedro pleaded. No matter what, if the twins decided he wouldn't be allowed entrance, there was nothing he could do about it.

"You hurt our sister, you're not going anyway. Bad Pedro!" Ailee was in support.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to -" 

"Save it! We'd protect our sister from you!" Neon hollered. 

Pedro ran his hand through his hair, he didn't have time for this. He had no choice, he had to win them over. 

"Fine, you can make one request. Each of you, nothing more, nothing less," 

"Really?" Ailee's eyes shone with interest. 

"Even if it means your inheritance?" Allen tested him. 

"Something reasonable and within my scope, please," He couldn't understand these kids sometimes. 

"No! " Neon refused to be bribed, "You still can't go -" 

Ailee pulled him away to the side, "What are you doing?" 

"Defending Isabella. I would not be thwarted by riches," 

"Hey, everything is not money. Look at the bright side, we're making solid connections here," she began to convince him and before one could tell what was going on, Allen had successfully brainwashed him. 

"Alright, you can go now," The twins ushered him in. 

"Thank you," Pedro appreciated them and went in after promising them that Isabella would never know they sold her for a favor.