Perfect Mysterious Husband (Maddox and Kimberly)

"Who cares?"

Hailey didn't care, looking nonchalant as she said, "You heard what she said; she knows why we befriended her, so what's the point in pressing on?" "But even so, it feels different when said out loud."

"Whatever."

The next day.

Hailey was heading to the bathroom to wash up after getting out of bed when she got a fright bumping into Mashauva, who was coming out of it.

"Mashauva, my, you're up early."

Smiling at her, unlike the glum girl she was the day before, Mashauva greeted, "Morning."

Hailey was somewhat at a loss for words, wondering if Mashauva had accepted reality after a night's sleep.

Seeing the speechless look on her face, Mashauva spoke bluntly, "I've thought about it. We're all classmates here; no need to make things so ugly between us. At least well have each other, if anything." However, they'd only stay superficial friends and nothing more.

Although Mashauva felt hypocritical in doing so, she really didn't want to assume why people approached her.

She decided it was best to trick herself, thinking they wanted to be her friends. That way, she wouldn't feel so lonely.

In other words, they were just using each other.

"Great," Hailey smiled, saying, "I'm glad you're able to come through. Let me wash up; let's get breakfast together later.

"Sure."

Later, as Hailey brushed her teeth and checked her phone, she asked Mashauva, "What would you like to have? Shall we eat at the cafeteria or outside?" Mashauva had wanted to say the cafeteria would do.

However, Hailey cut her in, saying, "Why don't we eat out? There's a new restaurant that's not bad. Lena and I have been there already; you should try it."

Mashauva was a little worried, "Will we be able to make it back in time if we eat out?"

"Of course. It's still early; it won't be a problem if we walk fast."

"Alright."

"Lena is still in bed. Go and wake her up, lest she make us late."

So Mashauva went to wake Lena up. They headed out once everyone was ready.

In a way, Mashauva lost Frida but found Lena and Hailey. Though their families weren't as wealthy as hers, they were still considered well off. With that, they surprisingly had some things in common.

When they went shopping, they'd unanimously choose nice, high-quality branded clothing, not to mention shoes and even food. All in all, they sought after quality.

However, when Mashauva shopped with Frida, Frida would always seek a bargain, and she'd reject Mashauva's offer to help.

Their viewpoints would always clash.

And with that came compromise. Even so, they could have a good time, but to each their own, that was.

However, after hanging out with Lena and Hailey, she realized she was much happier like this, and she also learned her happiness was more important. Nothing else mattered as much.

Days passed, and Mashauva didn't actively look for Bruno while he was also swamped, graduating soon. Hence, they talked less; even Freddy would only visit occasionally. Just like that, she began spending more time with Lena and Hailey, hanging out, studying, working out, and all that; their time, well spent.

Before she knew it, they had gotten exceptionally close. She even thought the two girls weren't as awful as they used to be, unsure of who influenced the other.

Two months passed in the blink of an eye.

One fine afternoon.

The three of them decided to have lunch at a taqueria. Mashauva ordered a burrito with habanero salsa, so it got her nose running while tears fell every now and then. Even so, she'd continue eating after wiping them away.

"Goodness. Why would you order this every time even though you can't take this much spice?"

Despite her rant, Lena ordered a glass of ice lemonade for her. "Here, drink this. I heard drinking something acidic helps."

"Thanks." Mashauva took a big gulp of the lemonade, and the coldness instantly filled her mouth, replacing the heat.

"C'mon, just give up. I'll get

something else for you. You really can't eat spicy food." Hailey was about to order something else for Mashauva when the restaurant owner brought over a burrito with pico de gallo.

"Here you go, Miss."

"Huh?" Mashauva sat there, dumbfounded. As her nose was red and her eyes were puffy from the spiciness, she looked rather pitiful.

Hailey and Lena were also perplexed.

"We haven't ordered. How do you know?"

The owner was a simple and honest

man in his early forties. Hearing their question, he looked in the other direction with a smile and pointed. "That young man over there told me you're having difficulty finishing your burrito, so he asked me to get you one that's not spicy.

Stumped, the girls looked in the direction he was pointing at.

He was a fair-skinned, clean-looking young man with glasses. Seeing they were looking at him, he waved, appearing gracious.

"He also asked me to tell you that if you can't eat spicy food, don't force yourself, or your stomach won't be able to take it. It won't be good if you have a stomachache." When Mashauva met the young man's gaze, she thought they were blazing for some reason.

Flustered, she looked away, mumbling, "Thank you, Sir."

The young man did not come over, nor did Mashauva continue eating the spicy burrito. She had wanted to get something that was not spicy anyway.

But who would've thought a stranger and beat her to it? As she continued with her meal, Lena and Hailey chuckled, up to no good.

"Aww, does our dear Mashauva finally have a suitor?"

"Yeah, I mean, look at her; she's gorgeous. I thought it was strange how no one had pursued her before. It should've been like this long ago."

Hearing that, Mashauva's face changed slightly, "Stop it, guys."

"What are you afraid of? All he did was order you a burrito."

However, his actions affected Mashauva. She pursed her lips before continuing to eat silently.

When they were about to pay for their meal, the owner told them it had been settled.

It was apparent who it was as he left not long ago. With that, Mashauva ran after him.