After few minutes, my partner arrived. At first sight, I doubt we'll get along. He has this flirtatious aura and he looks like an innocent demon. Shit, what the hell am I thinking?
"Come on, strike a pose..."
He pulled me by my waist and touched my face.
"You're beautiful, Miss Athijha," He whispered but I remained smiling at the camera even though I want to punch him straight into his eyes.
"Make it more seductive,"
"Shit!"
I placed my hands against his chest and he was about to touch my bare legs when someone pulled me and hid behind like he's protecting me.
"Don't touch m
My heart suddenly stopped for a second then it raced like it's in a marathon. Butterflies held a party in my stomach and my mind turned haywire. I was unable to speak and was just staring at the screen of my phone. "Athijha? Love are you still there?" Reality knocked my head. "Y-yes, I'm sorry. Why'd you call?" I stuttered. "Love, you're uncomfortable." He concluded. I don't know if it's just me but I feel like I heard a pang of pain ih his voice. "No, I'm not," I denied. But yes, I feel uncomfortable because you're giving me sensations that put my mind in a whirl! "You're stuttering whenever you're uncomfortable, love." I gul
When we arrived, I just stared at the enormous mansion and my instict stops me to go any further. If this was my home before, then why can't I feel any comfort. Why do I feel like burning and just suddenly wanns run away from here? It took him about ten minutes to pull me to get in the mansion. We were greeted by expensive furnitures and patterns that screams elegance. Me, entering this place gives me the feeling of de ja vu. Maids bow their head whenever they see us. Why do I feel like we're some sort of royalties? Quel was about to knock on the door when it opened and revealed a sophisticated lady who looks years younger than us. "Exiquel," She greeted.
I stepped on the documents. "Do you know that I can sue you for this? Performing a DNA test without permission." I laughed. "Mother, look at my sister. She's being impulsive." I wore an angelic smile. I picked the papers and handed it to our mother. "C-Clea," She called with a trembling voice. She hugged the bitch and cried on her shoulders. "Clea, your sister's finally home." The maids are setting up the dinner table after everyone has been calmed. But still, the tension between me and that whore sister of mine is still there. Everytime I look at her, my blood boils and something deep in my heart keeps on resurfacing but my locked memories keeps on stopping it. I wanted to hurt her, slap her one hundred eighty degrees and kill her. Everything about her makes me sick.
Since I was a toddler, I have always dreamed of writing a novel. I have always thought about publishing books and become a famous novelist. The title of my first book will be When A Heart Desires The Moon. But I guess, I am not destined to hold a pen and a paper. Because for my parents, it is a lousy dream. They said that my ideas and imaginations must stay only inside my head and I can't share it with the world. I sighed. "What a mess." I started answering the math equations and followed by the questions about the history. These are not mine though. It's my sister's tasks. I groaned in frustration when Clea called my name for the nth time of the day.
They're talking about random things and they didn't even bothered to include me with their bonding. I mentally shook my head and flashed a bitter smile. At school, everyone's attention are on my sister. She gains praises and compliments, greetings and respect, while I am being discriminated. Eyes with disgust and scorn are directly looking at me. The hell I care. "Good morning, Clea," Even Quel. I took the opposite way with a bitter smile. I looked back. Quel's eyes are sparkling, staring at Clea fondly. I walked faster through the crowd. I held my head low and pressed my glasses when I felt my eyes heating up. What an eyesore. I closed my eyes tightly when I felt something hit
"She insults me everyday and tells me what kind of a low-class bitch I am when it's clear that she's uneducated. She doesn't even know the formulas of basic mathematics." I roared in laughter. "How about you? Do you know the formulas?" I asked while trying to suppress my laughter. She scratched her nape and shook her her slowly. "No, Miss." It made me laugh harder. She pouted. "I just heard you arguing about it when I was cleaning the guestrooms." "Okay, okay. I'm going back to my room. I'll just get forty winks." "Sleep well, Miss. I'll take care of this." "Just call me Athijha, Lily." I was about to go upstairs when she called me. "Why?"
"You're having your most magical birthday, Jha. I'm sorry I didn't make it on your eighteenth birthday." "Where are we going then?" "Just enjoy the day, Athijha. I assure you, this is gonna be fun." He smiled and turn the radio on. I chuckled when the first song to play is rock. He glanced at me. "Are we thinking about the same thing?" He asked. I laughed shamelessly and nodded. "Let's hit the road, Quel. Just make sure we won't exceed the speed limit." I smirked and put on the seatbelt. "Ready?" I nodded. I leaned on my back and gasped when he really did it but I still laughed when he cackled. "Woo-hoo!" I raised my hand in t
"You looked great yesterday. You should consider removing your glasses, comb your hair and wear something not so old-fashioned. Just like yesterday when you arrived at our house." "I'm more comfortable this way, Iris." She started walking and so did I. "But you doesn't look gorgeous in that outfit," She doesn't filter her mouth, does she. "I think I look just fine. So just forget that memory or just kiss the picture you've captured while I'm in that kind of clothes." Her eyes twinkled. "Hey, speaking of a kiss, did you guys shared one?" She excitedly asked. "Nope," I replied, emphasizing the sound of letter "P". "No? Nothing h