Bipolar Next Door (She’s A Psycho, But I Love Her)

What! What’s She Doing Here?



Ivan POV

That idiot! How dare she talk to me in that manner? Me? I don’t have brain? Like what the heck.

“You should be grateful that she didn’t tell you your d*ck is like a pencil, that would’ve been more embarrassing, right?” My subconscious mind yelled at me, and I scoffed out loudly, and glared at the direction where she went, before I turned and walked into the natatorium.

“Finally, you’re here.” Coach breathed out, as soon as I walked inside.

“Good morning coach, sorry I came late, I was taking care of something back at home, that I lost track of time. Let’s get to work now already.” I explained.

“What were you doing back at home dude? I’ve called you so many times, but you never answered any.” Jeff, one of my teammates, rolled his eyes at me.

“Whatever.” I rolled my eyes, before going into the dressing room. I stripped out of my clothes, and wore my swimming trunk as soon as I stepped into the dressing room. After I was done, I arranged my clothes in my backpack, and wore my goggle, before walking out of the room.Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

Stepping into the natatorium, I heard a familiar voice, coming from beside the swimming pool, and I scoffed. Like, what the hell is she doing here now? For goodness sake, we’re here for some business, so why is she here?

“If he’s not here yet, then I’m…” Her voice trailed off, as her eyes darted to me. Her mouth flew opened, as she stared at me, like she wanted to devour me with her eyes. I don’t blame her, I always get this kind of look everywhere I go, so she shouldn’t be an exemption. I doubt if her boyfriend is as hot as I am.

“Snap out of it Ivan, nobody would wanna date someone that looks like a fellow man. I mean, look at her chest, she has two swollen pimples of a breast there, look at her back, it’s so fucking dry. If you’re the one, will you go for someone like this?” My subconscious mind reminded me.

“Never!” I didn’t know when I said it loudly, and burst into serious laughter.

“What the heck is going on here now?” She yelled angrily.

I managed to control my laughter.

“Let’s get straight to business. I want us to get this done with, and get the heck out of here, you sucks me, I can’t stand you.” She huffed angrily, before walking over to meet the guy, who was standing behind a camera, as she wiggled her bone of an ass.

Ok, what’s going on here now? Can someone tell me, what the heck is happening here? I thought we’re here for swimming magazine cover, so what the heck is this annoying jerk doing here?

“Ok, can someone tell me what is happening here?” I finally asked, trying to satisfy my curiosity.

“Oh, she’s the photographer, handling our photo shooting. She’s Evelyn Ja…”

“I don’t need her name coach, I mean, what the heck is this brat doing here?” I flared up. There’s no way in hell, I’m ever gonna allow her take pictures of me, not even in her dreams. If they can’t find another photographer, then I’m off, I can’t let this idiot do the photo shooting. You wouldn’t blame me, right? She just told me I don’t have a brain, and she still got the guts to come stand here?

“But you started it first, remember?” My subconscious mind reminded me, but I just scoffed it off. Like, I don’t care, I don’t give a damn who started it, at least, she should’ve respected me as a man I am, and not talk back at me. She wouldn’t die if she did that, right?

“What do you mean Ivan? She’s a professional photog…”

“I don’t give a damn about that coach! I don’t care if she’s a professional or not, I won’t allow her take pictures of me.” I cut him off angrily. Who cares about her professionalism? Who cares if she can do it best? There are people out there, that can do better than her, and if they can’t go for someone else, then screw this magazine shit, I’m off.

“But we already paid….”

“I don’t care coach! You can ask for a refund, and if she refuse, you can sue her to court and get your money back, I don’t care how you’re going to do it, but I can’t allow her do this. If you insist she still handles the photo shooting, then I’m sorry, you would have to get someone else to do it for you. I’m off.” I said, and took off my goggle, before turning to walk back to the dressing room, and get changed, before going home.

“You know we can’t do anything about this Ivan… we need the photos for the processing of the magazine, and you know we need it this morning. Who are you expecting us to go get for this? Alex would’ve taken care of it in your place, but he’s out of the town, what do you expect me to do now? You know what it took me, before I could get her to doing the shooting? You know how many photographers I’ve gone to, but none of them was ready to help? She was busy, but still decided to help us, so can you please, his forget about whatever grudges you have against this lady, and do what we’re here for?” Coach pleaded.

Letting out a sigh, I closed my eyes briefly, as I gummed in anger. Turning around to face her, she rolled her eyes and turned her face away.

I wore my goggle, and glared at her, before climbing the top of the swimming pool.

“Ready? Action!” The idiot ordered, as her gaze was fixated on the camera.

Jumping inside the pool, I relaxed underneath for minutes, holding my breath, before coming out of it, as I was welcomed with the stuttering sounds of camera.

We spent almost an hour, shooting the photos, and when we were finally done, I left to change my clothes, before stepping out of the company.

I walked over to my car, and opened the door to hop in, when I heard a familiar voice, called my name from behind me. Turning around to see who it was, I was welcomed with the least expected person ever. What! What’s she doing here?…


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