Sabotaging My Walkout Queen novel Chapter 33

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.

“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.