Prepare To Be Punished

ISLA and Becca are watching in the living area of their condo when the doorbell rang. Becca put down the throw pillow and rushed towards the door. She looked at the monitor and she saw Zero. She formed a sly smirk on her lips before opening the door.
Zero knitted forehead welcomed her eyes.
“Good evening, my dear cousin—” her words have been cut off when Zero pushed the door widely and entered.
Becca gritted her teeth and closed the door harshly. “You’re being rude, Zero,” she uttered when she caught up.
Isla looked at them with her wide eyes and parted lips. She gazed at Becca and then at Zero—she gasped when their eyes meet and immediately diverted her gaze back to the television.
Zero smirked and sat on the one-seater sofa, eyes still darted to Isla.
“Hands-off with my best friend, you jerk,” Becca asserted and blocked his view. He looked up and frowned slightly. Becca arched her brow, crossing her arms in front of her chest. “What? Don’t imagine things with my best friend, Zero,” she warned.
Zero scoffed. “Then she should wear more decent clothes than wearing a silky sleeveless without wearing a bra,” he replied and rests his arms on the armrest of the sofa while he crossed his legs.
Becca’s eyes widened, rushed to the side to grab the pillow and slam it into her cousin several times. “Freaking pervert—man whore!” she exclaimed while continuing to hit Zero with the soft throw pillow.
Isla heaved a deep sigh upon watching them. She hemmed, pretending to clear her throat to catch their attention.
Becca turned in her direction and glared at her. “Go back to your room and wear a freaking robe. We have a pervert—Ouch! Zero!” Becca exclaimed when Zero slapped the back of her hand. “What’s wrong with you?!”
Zero slightly frowned. “Do you really need to shout and flaunt shits in front of my face?”
Becca arched her brow. “Yes, why?”
Zero let out a sarcastic chuckle. “If only I knew that we will be dealing with a crazy—”
“What are you saying?”
Zero shook his head. “Nothing. Anyway, why do you need from me?” he asked and suddenly he caught Isla through his peripheral vision as the woman stood up and went to her room.
“Eyes here, Zero Cohen. Don’t ever daydream in fucking my—” she paused when Zero pierced a glare at her. “I-I mean… I need your help.”
Zero grinned. “About what?”
Becca sat beside him, on the one-seater sofa and heaved a deep sigh. She groped for the remote and turned off the television. She looked at Zero and sighed again.
Zero arched his brow and leaned on the backrest. “What now?” he asked, impatiently.
“Dad wants me to study abroad and I don’t know if I will—”
“Then go,” Zero interrupted.
Becca looked at him with his forehead creased. “But I’m already enrolled and I don’t want to stay away from Isla.”
“Then just get four semesters and come back,” he replied which makes her choke her saliva and cough.
Zero leaned forward. “Are you alright?” he asked.
Becca gently tapped her chest and nodded. “It’s just that… you and Isla almost uttered the same opinion. However, do you really think it’s the best for me—”
“It is. You knew your dad won’t stop until you do what he likes—”
“But I wanted to become a pediatrician—I want to enter the medical field.”
Zero laughed which makes Becca grimace. Isla also paused when she saw how Zero laughed.
“Becca, if I were you, bury that dream of yours and focus on the business field. You will be the only successor of your parents. You better—”
“Can’t I have the freedom to choose what field I will take? Do I need to follow him?” her voice weakened as if she gets no hope.
Zero sighed and suddenly gazed at Isla which makes the latter gasp and suddenly rushed towards the kitchen.
Isla’s heart started to thump fast as if she was in a race. She clutched her chest and leaned on the wall as she looked at the ceiling.
If Becca will leave, Zero will have the freedom to do his thing with her.
She shook her head and started to walk her way towards the refrigerator to grab some drinks for their guest. When she was done, she put the glasses inside the tray and walked his way towards the living area.
“I’m telling you, you must follow your father’s order and stop dreaming to be a stupid pediatrician—”
“We all have the freedom to choose,” Isla butt in. she put down the tray and walked to the side, and sat on the sofa. She met his eyes. “Becca can choose whatever she wanted. It’s her life, not her parents'. She can take four semesters and tell to her dad that she needs to be at a medical school.”
Zero smirked. “Do you think so? You don’t know her father—of what he’s capable of,” he said.
Isla rolled her eyes. “We have been friends for how many years with the Fosters. Becca’s father may be that manipulative but he just wants the best for her child. Besides, Becca and I already come up with a plan.”
Zero leaned closer. “Tell me…” he gazed into her eyes, “what stupid plan?” he asked and smirked.
Becca stood up when she felt the tension. Why don’t we talk about this over a drink?” she asked and looked at Isla.
“What?”
“Let’s go to the bar,” Becca uttered.
She shook his head. “We got juice here. Drink it,” she replied and gets one glass and started to drink from it.
Becca arched her brow. “Come on,” she glanced into the wall clock before gazing back at her, “it’s still early,” she added.
She laughed sarcastically. “Seriously, Becca? If you want to go, then go. Don’t drag me. I will stay here. We have classes tomorrow,” she insisted which makes Zero smirks.
She frowned and rolled her eyes at him.
“Your friend was right, Becca. Don’t ever think about going to a bar during weekdays,” he uttered but his eyes were fixed on hers.
Becca arched her brow and looked at Isla then at Zero. “Why do I feel like something is going on between the two of…” she paused when Zero pierced her eyes on her, “you,” she whispered as he continued.
“Don’t be such a paranoid, Becca.” Zero stood up and put his hands inside his pockets. “Follow your dad.” He heaved a sigh and glanced at Isla. “She’s right. You can follow your dreams.”
Becca was about to open her mouth to talk when Zero spoke again. “You can make an agreement with your dad. I know Uncle will grant that,” he asserted and started to walk his way to the door.
“You’re leaving?”
Zero stopped but never dared to look in their direction. “What do you think?”
Becca gritted her teeth and grabbed the pillow and throw it to Zero. It hits the back of Zero’s head. “Asshole,” she uttered.
Isla gasped and looked at Becca. Their eyes met. ‘What are you doing?’ she mouthed but Becca just smirked.
Zero closes his eyes to calm himself and started to walk again until he left the condo.
“What have you done?”
Becca laughed and sipped on the glass of her juice. “Nothing. Just wanna have fun messing with my cousin,” she uttered.
“Why do you have to hit his head?”
“Just to piss him off,” Becca replied.
Isla pinched the bridge of her nose, trying to understand Becca. She heaved a deep sigh and stood up. “Finish that and wash it after,” she said.
“Where are you going?” Becca asked as she looked up, meeting her gaze.
She arched her brow. “At my room. Why?”
Becca sighed. “Nothing.”
She rolled her eyes and left Becca in the living area. Crazy girl, she thought towards Becca.
When she entered her room, she locked her door. She rushed towards her breath, throwing herself into it. She sighed as she stared at the ceiling.
After a few seconds, her phone vibrated. She turned to the side and grabbed her phone that was on the table near her bed.
She frowned when she saw the recipient of the message. When she opened it, her eyes widened.
From: Zero
Prepare to be punished.