Frustration

-Mai-

My phone buzzed. About time. I pulled it out and looked at the screen. Great, she’s here. I stood up and gathered my food. After I paid my half of the bill, I headed out of the building. I found Yoko waiting outside.

“Oh thank you so much!” I said. “It was a nightmare.”

“Ready to go?” she asked.

“God, yes,” I said. “Take me away from here!”

“Got ya,” Yoko said. We quickly walked away.

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He makes me so angry. I can’t put my finger on it. He’s just… there. I gritted my teeth.

“You okay, babe?” Yoko asked. I shook my head. She tilted her head.

“Something wrong?” she asked.

“Yeah,” I said. “Him.” Yoko made a face at me.

“What?” I asked.

“Nothing,” said. “It’s just…”

“What?” I asked again.

“Do you really wany me to say it?” she asked. I frowned. I hate that question so much. It’s just as annoying as him. I beathed in heavily.

“Go ahead,” I said. “Spit it out.” Yoko lifted her chin.

“I think you might admire him,” she said. My face felt hot.

“What?! No!” I shouted.

“It doesn’t have to be romantic,” she said. “He could be like a goal something. Like a challenge.” I wrinkled my nose.

“What the hell are you talking about?” I asked. My drummer shrugged.

“It’s just a thought,” she said. I rolled my eyes.

“But I mean it,” Yoko said. “You’re hung up on him.” I puffed up my cheeks.

“I am not,” I hissed. Yoko just shrugged.

“If you say so,” she said. I snorted. Whatever. My mind went back to Isao. Why? Why am I thinking about him again? I felt myself getting angry. A hand rested on my shoulder. I turned my head. Yoko gave me a sympathetic smile.

“Don’t,” I said.

“Okay,” she said. Yoko drew back her hand. I sighed and rubbed my forehead. This all Isao’s fault. Why does he make everything so irritating?

“Want to go to the studio for a while?” Yoko asked.

“Yes,” I said.

“Okay,” my drummer said. She dragged me along with her. Maybe our music will take my mind off of him. I would be so lucky.

He’s such an asshole. Both Isao and Uncle Raja.