Chapter 124.


    <strong>Chapter 124. Preparations to Destroy a Scumbag’s Life. (5/8)</strong>


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Rebellious phase?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Being the good girl you are, I’m sure the idea of rebelling is something hard for you to fathom, but look at Rosa. She was able to prove to her parents she could be independent and attend school without supervision. Though she hasn’t been working and she receives financial support from them, she still had to take care of her daily needs all on her own up until just recently. If you can’t even put your foot down and stand up to your mother, what hope do you even have to carry any of her burdens?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">She looked up, her eyes a bit brighter, the smile I was ustomed to had returned to her face.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“So… I just need to be rebellious?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Well, if you can at least do that much, I might be willing to lend a helping hand.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">When she heard I’d help, she jumped at me and tried to hug me but I stuck out my hand and kept her at bay.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I’m at work, did you forget?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Ah! Sorry.” She bowed her head to apologize.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“When you said you’d help I just felt like things would work out for sure and I got so happy. You’ve already got a n, don’t you? I know you well enough to know you don’t do anything unless you’re confident in sess.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Well, it depends on you. If you do things half-heartedly I’m not going to help you at all.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I’ll do my best to be rebellious.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Oh? And how are you going to do that?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I have no idea. Guts, I guess.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Come on now, you’ve got to do better than guts.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Then I’ll think about it.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Good, think about it well.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I will.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Haaaaah. It would be nice if she at least finds a job that will allow her to study.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Ah, I know, I’ll cut my hair short to show her my resolve.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">The second I heard that I was so enraged I wanted to p her.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You idiot, don’t you dare do that. Girls who have long hair and cut it short for that reason, I can’t stand them the most. I seriously won’t forgive you if you go through with it.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Uh… you mean... you like my hair long?” She looked at me slightly bashful, twirling a long lock of her hair around one finger.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Definitely. So don’t you dare do it, ever, you got that?” Every single female protagonist who has ever cut their long hair short has dropped to rock bottom in my heart. What the hell did they mean, to show their resolve? Screw your stupid resolve and grow your hair back long right this instant!


    <span style="font-weight:400">It always pained my heart immensely whenever a woman with long hair cut it super short. Call me shallow or whatever, but I appreciate the time and effort women put into maintaining their hair when it’s long.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I-I understand. But… if that’s the case, how am I supposed to do better than guts?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Just take some time to think about it carefully. I’ve got to get back to work now.” I turned around and returned behind the counter.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You sure took your time talking to her. What did the two of you talk about?” Yuna asked.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Nothing much. Just some small talk.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Lies. Did you get closer to her when I wasn’t around or something? Something interesting happened, I can smell it.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Certainly, she even selfishly decided all on her own that she’d marry me in the future during the time she was gone.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“No, we’re not close.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Not close? If you ask me, the way she looks at you has significantly changed though. She looks like a lost puppy begging for your help.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Aren’t you just imagining things because you’re bored?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You can keep denying it all you want, but I’m convinced there’s something amiss.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">It was then that Alicia approached the counter and directly handed me her drink. She was staring at my face the entire time.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Quit making it so obvious. Your ‘love and affection’ is showing, it’s embarrassing, please cover it up a bit.


    <span style="font-weight:400">My coworker was a pain in the ass when shetched onto something. She’s great when she’s quiet and disinterested, but when ites to something that intrigues her, she’s a nuisance. Alicia was a topic she took intrigue in, I didn’t know why though. Just where her fascination came from was a mystery to me. It had to be more than Alicia being a nice friendly girl with how amiable Yuna was toward her.


    <span style="font-weight:400">After Alicia paid, Yuna suddenly asked, “Hey are you two dating or something?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">When Alicia heard her words, she took a step back startled.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“N-No he just helped me out that one time when that guy was harassing me and is always getting thest drink for me. We’re not d-dating or anything.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Hmm… that’s a rather suspicious response though.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yuna, can you please refrain from making customers ufortable? She wouldn’t date someone like me, you’re just troubling her by asking that.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Certainly, it’s hard to imagine a lovely sweet girl like her would ever want to date a gloomy loner like you.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Who says I wouldn’t date someone like him!” You idiot! Why are you falling for obvious bait!


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Oh? So you would date him. I see. I see. That’s good to know. My poor co-worker here is quite pitiful when ites to women. If a kind girl like you exists, even he may have a shot at one day getting a pretty girlfriend.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Y-Yeah. But… he’s not such a bad guy. I don’t think he’d have that hard a time finding a pretty girlfriend or two in the future.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Two? Wouldn’t that be pushing his luck?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah. Yeah. It’s definitely pushing his luck with two. Now if he got three, that’d be even more infuriating.” Alicia was in full agreement.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Certainly, if he had three, God might smite him so he’d know his ce.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Smite me. Do it! I want to be smitten.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Haha, yeah, such a sinful man who ys with the hearts of three women simultaneously should face divine retribution.” She said that with a lovely smile on her face.


    <span style="font-weight:400">So those are your true thoughts, aren’t they? When you say divine retribution, you really mean to say those three women should band together to bully me and never let me have a single moment of rest, right?


    <span style="font-weight:400">“But there’s no way this guy could handle three women, I’m sure one would already be more than he can cope with.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Agreed. Yuna understood me so well. I don’t have the ability or energy to deal with three women. That being the case… why the hell do I really have three women! I’m cursed. Cursed by the jinx known as Rosa.


    <span style="font-weight:400">The two chatted amicably for a while longer before Alicia eventually bid us goodbye. However, when she reached the front door she stopped and didn’t exit immediately. She was reading something taped to the front door.


    <span style="font-weight:400">It looked like she was thinking about something. When it looked like she made up her mind she turned to us and opened her mouth.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Uh… are you still hiring?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Wait. Hold on. No, you can’t really be thinking of working here, right? I wanted you to carefully think about a fitting job, not to pick the first one you came across. Are you an idiot? What’s your reason for picking here? What was the logical thought process that led you to this as an answer?


    <span style="font-weight:400">Was it something stupid like, ‘the guy I love works here and I want to work with him too?’ If you said that to your mother, you’ll never convince her. She’ll think you’re taking things far too lightly, that you’repletely underestimating how challenging it is to work and attend school.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Yuna cocked her head quizzically and asked, “Do you know someone who’s looking for a job?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Huh? Uh, yeah.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Well, yes we are still taking applications. Did you want one? A resume will need to be submitted along with it.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yes, I’d like one, please. It’s actually me who’s looking for a job.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Oh? You? While you’re still in high school?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yes. It’s embarrassing to admit, but the financial situation in my family is a bit sticky and I wanted to help my mother out.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Do you have your mother’s consent to work?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Ugh… no… but I’ll convince her no matter what.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Well, how about you apply first and see how it goes? If you get the position you can try to use that as leverage to convince your mother. I’ll even put in a rmendation for you so be sure to use me as a reference. You’ll still need to submit a resume and cover letter along with the application though. Make sure to put something together even if you don’t have any work or volunteer experience.”