Sabotaging My Walkout Queen

Chapter 33: High Blood Pressure

Athena’s P.O.V.

“I’ll hang up now, Helena. Daddy will resume the meeting, I love you.”

“I love you too, Dad. Bye,” I bade him goodbye, and my father soon ended the call. “Hey, geek! What

did my dad tell you?” I asked Cristoff right away after placing my phone on the center table.

“Nothing. He just said that you should tour me around your house,” he replied. Cristoff was still

devilishly smiling at me.

“Look, I don’t know what you did to make my dad treat you this way—there’s nothing special on you.

But once he learns the fact that you are competing with me in terms of becoming the valedictorian, he

will be mad at you. Prepare for his wrath, Cristoff!” I warned him as a satisfied smirk showed on my

lips.

“I already told him,” he shot back as he winked at me.

“What—” I was shocked. Actually, I didn’t expect it. But I acted like I immediately recovered from it, “—

ever! Aren’t you supposed to go home?” It was a good thing that I would not be with him for the rest of

my life, or else I would die of high blood pressure.

“I told you, I will wait for your father before I leave. He allowed me to get in here. I guessed he’s the

only one who can ask me to leave. So, can you tour me now, princess?” he teased me.

“Stop calling me princess. It’s disgusting!” I groaned.

“Okay, can you tour me now, Miss Walkout Queen?” he insisted.

“Stop calling me names, will you? Okay, fine! As if I have a choice, let’s go! Just don’t go beyond your

limit, don’t get too close to me.” I finally gave up. We then sauntered out of the study room like no

bickering ever happened between the two of us.

Checking the time, it was already three in the afternoon. More or less, Daddy would be home by dinner.

I guessed I had to spend a little more time with this stupid weirdo!

“This is my room but you are not allowed to go inside,” I said when we stopped in front of my room on

the third-floor level just beside the study room. “It was a typical girl’s bedroom covered in red. I won’t go

over the details, I’ll leave you with your imagination instead. That door at the end belonged to my

parents, and the locked blue door beside them belongs to A-Athena.” I pointed out the two doors

across the hallway.

Well, adjacent to my parents’ bedroom was Helena’s. After the accident, at least, Daddy respected my

decision not to transfer to her room. That would be more than enough for me to do. Aside from white,

she also liked the color blue… and I hated blue!

It was a good thing that Cristoff did not ask any further questions regarding my twin. He was just NôvelDrama.Org exclusive content.

nodding while I did the talking. We went down our mahogany staircase to reach the second floor, and

from there, I showed him the Movie Room as well as my own Music Room.

“Athena loves watching movies while I loved music. It seems like I can’t live without it. I can play the

violin, the piano, and the guitar. I loved to sing and dance, and those were my hidden talents. But I

guessed, it was no longer hidden because you already saw me playing the guitar.” I arrogantly stated.

Helena was a certified moviegoer while I was the singer. Most of the time, I couldn’t get her when she

cried so fast over some movie scenes that could not even touch my feelings. Maybe because I had a

heart made of stone, I didn’t know.

When I started living under the pretense of being Helena, and if Dad was here, I had no right to stay in

the Music Room, and that caused me a little bit of frustration. I could only hold my instruments

whenever he was at work. He just wanted me to watch unlimited movies with him because that was

what Helena loved to do.

“Wow, so you were undoubtedly talented when it comes to music!” Cristoff flattered me. “But I haven’t

seen you dance yet!” he continued.

I just nodded. “Hmm… if that’s what you call it. Maybe, I was born with a guitar in my hand. Anyway,

don’t you ever expect me to dance in front of you because that would never happen. That day won’t

ever come!”

Remembering the days when my father had been so against my music hobby, I couldn’t help but feel

disheartened. For him, music was just a noise. But Mommy defended me and brought me every

musical instrument that would fully enhance my talent.

I was thankful that she brought me everything I needed—even the adult instruments—before she died

when Helena and I were only six. My old instruments were still working and functioning like they were

all brand-new up to this day because of my consistent care for them.

When we reached the ground floor, we went straight to the swimming pool. “Do you want to use the

pool?” I asked him the moment we were already at the marble side of the pool.