What's Wrong with Miss Bratty?

As the first light of morning seeped through the curtains, Yvienna slowly awoke, feeling the quiet energy of a brand-new day. She stretched her arms high above her head, a soft yawn escaping her lips. The warmth of the sun kissed her skin as she moved to her bathroom to start her morning routine. After a quick shower, she dried off and dressed in a black off-the-shoulder top and a denim skirt. Standing in front of her shoe rack, she tapped her chin thoughtfully, deciding on the perfect footwear.

"None of the above," she muttered under her breath, shaking her head.

Instead, she grabbed her brown ankle boots, slipping them on before grabbing her sling bag. She made her way downstairs but, as expected, the house was empty. Her parents were busy with their work. She flipped her long, curly hair and stepped outside into the cool morning air. The driver, who had been waiting by the car, gave her a curious glance, scanning her from head to toe. What the hell is his problem?

"Where are you going, Señorita?" he asked, his tone hesitant. 

"None of your business," Yvienna replied lazily, holding her hand out. "Give me the car keys." "W-What? Your father will be angry at me if I give you the keys," the driver stammered. Yvienna rolled her eyes, her patience thinning. "Stop with the nonsense. My dad taught me yesterday. He knows I'm using the car." 

"But—" 

"No buts. Hand over the keys, or I'll have him fire you!" she snapped, her tone sharp. The driver's eyes widened in fear. Without another word, he handed her the keys, and she slipped into the car, starting the engine with a grin.

"Open the gates!" she ordered.

The driver hurriedly complied, and she drove off, already feeling the rush of freedom. As she cruised along the highway, something caught her attention. A white sedan sped up behind her, its honking loud and persistent. Yvienna's frown deepened. What's this guy's problem?

She was still a beginner, driving cautiously, but the aggressive beeping pushed her into action. Thrilled by the challenge, she pressed the accelerator, watching the white car stay hot on her heels. Was he trying to race? Well, if that's what he wants…

Yvienna sped up, weaving through traffic. A quick glance at her rearview mirror confirmed her victory— the sedan was no longer in sight. Yes! She had won, and she couldn't help but laugh out loud. After half an hour, Yvienna pulled up in front of Tiffany's house. As she went down from the car, she saw her best friend walking outside, and with a mischievous grin, she put on her sunglasses. 

"Hey! Let's go!" she called out excitedly. Tiffany eyed her warily. 

"I don't want to die! Be careful, okay?" 

"I don't want to die either!" Yvienna laughed. 

"I promise I'll be careful."

They got into the car, and Yvienna started the engine, her foot pressing lightly on the gas. Tiffany, however, was less than impressed. 

"What?" Yvienna asked, sensing her friend's amusement. 

"I thought you were a fast learner. Why are you so slow?" Tiffany teased with a laugh. Yvienna smirked, her eyes catching sight of the white sedan once again. 

"Looks like we have company," she said with a grin. The sedan pulled up beside them, and without a second thought, Yvienna hit the gas and zoomed ahead.

"Aaaahhh!" Tiffany screamed, gripping the handle above her seat. Yvienna laughed hysterically. 

"You were teasing me earlier! Why are you so scared now?" They arrived at the parking lot of the mall, where the LTO office was conveniently located next door. Yvienna parked the car and looked over at Tiffany, who still looked shell-shocked. 

"Hey, you okay?" Yvienna asked, poking her friend's cheek.

Tiffany's eyes widened as she glared at her. 

"Why did you do that? I think I have a trauma now!" Yvienna rolled her eyes. 

"You're so exaggerated! Let's go." But just as she was about to open the door, she saw a familiar car pull up next to hers. Her heart skipped a beat when she recognized the white sedan. Great, just great. This guy was looking for another fight.

As she stepped out of the car, the driver of the sedan, a tall man with an air of cocky confidence, was already looking her way. His eyes scanned her from head to toe, and she couldn't help but feel a twinge of irritation. 

"What is he doing here?" Yvienna murmured under her breath. She took off her sunglasses, and the man's eyes widened when he realized who she was.

 "You?" he said, surprise evident in his voice. 

"Wow! You two were meant to be!" Tiffany teased from the passenger seat. Yvienna rolled her eyes. 

"Don't even think about starting a fight, alright?"

Before the man could respond, Tiffany called out, 

"Bye, Kyle! We have something to do, by the way, you and my best friend are perfect for each other!" she put Yvienna's arms around hers before pulling her. Yvienna smacked Tiffany lightly on the head, annoyed but secretly amused. 

"Let's go," she said, pulling Tiffany with her toward the LTO office.

Later, they found themselves at Starbucks, sipping frappes and munching on muffins. Mid-conversation, Tiffany suddenly looked over at somewhere. 

"Hey, Kyle! Over here!" Tiffany called out. Yvienna groaned, facepalming. Of course, Kyle was already sitting beside them. She sighed and stood up. 

"Restroom," she muttered, needing a moment to herself.

Inside the restroom, she looked at her reflection in the mirror, puzzled by the sudden urge to freshen up. She applied some powder and a quick swipe of lipstick before shaking her head in confusion. Why was she doing this? She touched her chest, feeling her heart race. Was she really thinking about him? About Kyle?

No, she told herself firmly. He's just... a guy. She didn't like him. Not at all. 

"Ugh!" she groaned, slapping her forehead in frustration. A girl in the restroom shot her a curious glance, and Yvienna rolled her eyes, already annoyed. 

"What? I know I'm pretty, so stop staring at me," she snapped, causing the girl to quickly look away.

Yvienna took a deep breath and went back outside, her stride confident, almost as if she were walking a runway. She smirked as heads turned in her direction. Yeah, she knew she was stunning. But as she turned to sit back down at the table, someone bumped into her. She gasped, a startled laugh escaping her lips.