Amelia's Insecurity

"Can you please take that thing out of my sight?" My eyebrows were twitching in annoyance while my breath started to become rapid. The only sound surrounding the whole place is the sound of cluttering cutlers while my maids remained feigned in fear.

It's been two days since I locked myself in my room. How can I not? After what had happened?

I threw another glance at the poor maids on the floor peeking up the specks of my food.

Tss! I can't believe men are drooling over the freaking women! What do they even see in her, enough that they're even fighting over her for a fucking muse position in a basketball team?

Damn it, this is so crazy!

I just don't know where the hell did they get the idea of her being a beautiful maiden! Like fuck my shit! She can't even compare to me!

And what's more annoying is that my parents agreed on the idea and I ended up locking myself in my room to contain the anger in me.

"Fucking idiots." I gritted my teeth and then ripped up Febi's photo on the side of my table.

I faked my health and pretended to be ill to avoid the eyes of the people.  I told them that my body feels heavy due to the training we had. But most importantly, I pretended to do it so I could receive attention from my parents and yet it didn't even seem to work!

I rolled my eyes on the side.

What the hell is wrong with them? They're so caring over a maid's daughter and yet they can't even visit their own child who is sick in bed.

"Ah, how I wish you died in the past!"

Ever since we were little, I have already achieved almost everything. I did my best in school and even claimed almost all the medals and yet just one medal from Febi and it already makes them so pleased!

What's wrong with me? Aren't I their daughter and not her?

Ate always told me to appreciate Febi as much as I can even at the cost of their unfair treatment of me. Bullshit.

Just as I was about to make a few more inches towards the edge of the bed, I ended up making a loud thud on the floor, giving me a hard impact on my hinge.

"Damn it!" I cussed from my accidental fall.

I really hate my life.

It's so irritating! Why am I even jealous of a lower person like her when I'm at the top of my chain? I deserve all of the praises and attention, not her; not a plain woman like her.

"Reina?"

Just as I was contemplating to myself, the door creaked open and I heard a voice from outside the door.

I immediately faked my tears and she saw me slumped down on the floor.

"What the heck? What the hell are you doing there?" She immediately came to my aid and helped me stand up while my tears continued to stream down.

His name is Yules and he is the business partner of my father; the youngest of Mr. Gozon's sons and truth to be told, I really admire his father's features.

Mr. Gozon is a full Russian; he has all the characteristics I want for a man although of course he is married to his wife. Katsuta's mother on the other hand is a half-Filipina and Japanese and she also looked charismatic in the eye.

He's probably here today for a weekly meeting with my father.

"The maid said you didn't eat your lunch and so I wanted to check if you're okay." He put his palm across my forehead.

I could see the worriedness in his face as he put me back on my bed and laid me with a blanket.

"I'm not okay. I feel so bad because of everything that is happening in school. It's so unacceptable! I am way better than her; prettier and more!" I started to rant my feelings out when he suddenly flicked my forehead.

What the hell?

"Attitude always wins, Reina. Even if you ask me, my answer would be the same. She's a very friendly, approachable and bubbly person. And compared to you, you might bite anyone at their slightest mistake. It's one of the reasons why most people are afraid of you. You're almost perfect if it weren't for your attitude."

My forehead aligned as though it was a crescent moon while my eyebrows were unparalleled and paralleled at the same time. I immediately got up from my bed and squinted my eyes.

"Don't tell me, you like Febi as well, that's why you also talk to me like this?"

My eyes never left his, looking intently onto his orbs.

He looked away from me.

What the hell? I can't believe this!

"Whatever! Go crazy about her, to hell I care! Don't ever come back here, Yules!" I turned away from him, only to feel his arms around my body.

And does he think he'll be able to comfort me with an embrace?

"Hey, don't feel sad," he said, his voice vibrating towards his epigram and leaning towards my back. I yanked his hands away and clicked my tongue.

"No, don't ever touch me. I won't talk to you anymore. I know I have no one I can lean on, that's how my life has always been. I'm always alone. All of you are the same," I said, my tears starting to build up in my eyes.

It's just so annoying. Why does she take everything from me? What's so good about her?

"Why don't you try to change or fix what's wrong with you, Reina?" The tears in my eyes managed to stop for a second upon the words I heard.

Did he just tell me to change just to be accepted?

My eyes couldn't help but feel surprised until the blood in me started to boil. I can't believe this!

"Yules, enough," I started. "If that's what you think of me then do so but I will never change myself for the likes of other people. You're the same as them!" I yelled and then gritted my teeth. "If you don't like me that much then just leave me alone and go to Febi or something! Fuck you! Fuck all of you!" I immediately got up from my bed and then walked towards the door. I can't deal with this sort of shit!

Everyone is on her side. Why is she so good at taking people?

"Reina, are you feeling better?" I coincidentally met Febi in the hallway. I ignored her and kept walking until I felt her touch my arm.

I yanked it away. I am not in a good mood right now.

"Do I look okay to you, Febi? Does it look like I'm okay?" The tears in my eyes were starting to build up again before I immediately turned and walked away.

Sometimes, I feel so mad. Why do I have to be jealous over a girl like her? Why does it feel like I am at odds even at home with a daughter of a maid?

I walked straight towards my car at our garage and opened the door. Once I entered and sat on the driving seat, the tears in my eyes finally rolled down one by one and I couldn't help but just scream aloud.

Fuck! My life is such a waste!

Lorenz, my friend Yules, even Troy... all of them like Febi! Why? What's so good about her? Why isn't it me? Why isn't it me that they like?

"I loathe you, Febi! All of you!" I yelled and cried out loud while maneuvering the wheels however I wanted. I was driven by my own insanity and anger.

The tears in my eyes continued to flow down as my eyebrows were arched.

The trees were moving steadily while the rain started to pour down. I fought with my mind for a second before I realized I had nowhere to go. There was no direction in my life... to where I am going.

Is this how my life has always been?

I immediately halted my car, pressing onto the brake and putting it at the side when I realized that the rain was pouring heavier.

"Damn it," I cussed, wiping off the tears in my eyes. The road was starting to fog immediately while the rain continued to stream down my windshield.

I won't be able to roam further because of this godforsaken rain.

I rolled my eyes on the side and grabbed onto my phone to call home. As soon as I opened it, floods of text messages and calls reigned on my screen. And most of them were from my ate and... Febi.

What the hell? Does she have no common sense at all? She's invading even my cellphone for fuck's sake!

I ignored all of her text messages and went straight to the home screen. Just as my eyes landed at the apps installed on my phone, I managed to see an unfamiliar app.

My forehead creased.

When did I ever install this? It was a dating app that seemed new to my eyes.

I might have downloaded this while I was drunk the last time after browsing on my social media and noticed Febi on the top of my notifications.

She was the hottest choice for the sports festival of the university as the muse.

I shook my head. Damn it, why do I have the same mutual as her anyway? I don't want to be reminded of her!

Just as I was lost in my own world, a message suddenly popped and I went silent for a second. It was a message from the app from earlier.

Curious at the very content, I clicked on the app only for my forehead to wrinkle again.

What the hell? I have an account on this app?

My profile icon involved a sexy photo of my collarbone along with a profile description that anyone can easily tell that a drunk person wrote.

Tss. When did I ever look for a sugar daddy? I really need to abstain myself from drinking too much! This is what happens to me whenever I fall victim to alcohol!

"Ah damn this vagina off mine–" Just as I was cursing myself, I suddenly received a phone call.

It was coming from a man named Marshall, the same man who sent me a message not too long ago.

Shit. I'm hesitating to answer it since I don't even have a memory of chatting with whoever this is.

"What did I even get myself into?" I shouted to myself, putting my hands across my temples before pulling onto my hair.

The rain never stopped pouring and instead became much harder. I still don't want to go home and so I decided to look for a hotel rather than come home and see Febi and the others again.

Just as I was about to hold onto the steering wheel, my phone rang again. It was the same caller from the dating app.

I finally answered the call and was about to speak when the man cut me off.

"Melia?" A deep baritone voice greeted me and so I took a deep breath and smiled.

What the hell am I supposed to say?

"Yes, what can I do for you?" I asked, however, the man on the other side of the phone laughed.

What's so funny?

"That's not the tone of your voice when I talked to you last time. You sound pissed off." I rolled my eyes and leaned onto the chair.

"Well, as you can see, I was drunk at the time I talked to you," I commented but again, the man only let out a chuckle. Seriously? What's wrong with this man? You can obviously tell that he's an old man based on his tone and patience.

"Well if you don't remember me then that's fine but we can start all over again. From trying to let you remember everything from the first of our conversation to the last," he responded. He somehow resembles a man who lives in the United Kingdom, a man with a British accent.

Wait... is this man an American or something? Well, fuck him!

I clicked my tongue, my eyebrows arching. "To hell do I care about that? Why am I even talking to a stupid man like you? I'm driving for fuck's sake, stop bothering me!" I shouted and was about to end the call when I heard him chuckle again.

Damn it, why is it that every time he chuckles, it feels so soothing to the ear?

"I understand what you say, Baby," the man suddenly said, which made me silent. I was so sure that he did not understand a single word I said and yet...

I gulped. My heart started to beat fast. The fuck, so this man is actually a Filipino?

"What do you even want to begin with?" I asked, irritated. I'm already starting to lose my patience. It's already so late, the rain is still pouring hard and here I am conversing with a fucking stranger! "How old are you and why am I even having a conversation with the likes of you?" I finally started the engine of my car and drove towards the road again.

Not long after, my eyes happen to pass by a nearby hotel. Ah whatever, as long as I can escape my home for a while.

"I already said my age the last time and you said it was your ideal age for a partner."

Again, I gulped. Our line still hasn't ended and he is still trying to pursue me. I parked my car in one of the slots and got off with my essentials.

After a few minutes, I went straight to the receptionist while my head was still jumbled into pieces.

He said, he was my ideal age for a partner? So, he's probably someone who is 20 years older than me?

"Can you just shut up? I will stop talking with you so let's forget about everything. We never had this conversation, you never had my phone number and I never had yours as well," I said, trying to bargain with him. "I don't even have a copy of your conversation from before," I added. It's not like I wanted to bother and look for it. I just noticed that everything has been deleted completely.

"Oh, that's unfortunate, Baby, but it's alright. At least, I still have a lot of your nude pictures from our last chat."

My hands immediately slipped and my phone quickly fell onto the ground.

What the fuck did he just say? I can't believe this! Fuck that Febi for ruining my life completely!

"Shut up, are you trying to threaten me?" I said after picking up my phone again. My blood is starting to boil. "What do you even want?" I continued, my eyebrows starting to furrow.

The man keeps laughing to himself. Truthfully, it sounds so good but what's wrong with him? Is he a clown that's why he keeps laughing to himself? Does it even look like I am joking?

"No, I don't need anything, Baby girl. I just want to talk with you, nothing else. And let me clarify one thing, I didn't ask for your photos, you sent it by yourself," he explained. "I never forced you, Reina."

The way he called my name sent a shiver down my spine. Damn, the more I hear his voice, the more I yearn for it.

It's freaking hot.

"T-Then, what do you want?" I couldn't help but startle a little. I carefully twisted the door knob on one of the rooms at the hotel I booked and put my essentials on the sofa. I then turned immediately towards the AC and opened it up. The rain might be pouring hard outside but that doesn't mean that it isn't hot at all.

I sat on the floor and started to light some cigarettes, before I smoked it out. "So?" I added, waiting for his answer. What does this old man even want?

I might look stupid since for some reason, at the pit of my stomsch, there's this butterflies in my stomach, as though anticipating his answer. If he ever answers foolishly, then this is the end of it.

"Don't lock your door, I'll be there by midnight."

The hair on my body rose as my eyes widened in shock. What the fuck did he just say?

"W-What do you mean?" Again, I couldn't help but stutter from what he just said. I can't just let a stranger come in.

It's like inviting your own death to your own fucking party! What if he's a killer? A psychopath? There is no way, I am doing that!

"No way," I yelled. "I will never do that. Who knows, you might be a killer or something and you'll come barging in if you can have your way," I added. "Wait, how did you even know I am in some hotel, huh?"

Honestly, it sounds so creepy at first but I find it overwhelmingly good at the same time. I am curious and somehow intrigued by his own mysteries.

"I can never do that to you, Reina. I will be there however, you shouldn't open the lights. Just let me be and wait for me."

I felt my blood rise up my cheeks. What the fuck am I thinking? What's gotten in me to trust a stranger I have never met in my entire life?

I didn't know what I was thinking. I closed my lights, I turned away. I didn't lock my door. All for the sake of this old man to visit me in the middle of the night.

I closed my eyes for a second when the clock finally struck twelve o' clock in the morning.

There, footsteps engulfed the silent room as my breath almost stopped from his call.

"Reina."

I felt a chill down my spine from the roughness of his voice. There is some kind of a foreign feeling building up within me, butterflies and fast beating heart, I gulped.

"I am here." I felt his touch along my arms. Fuck. Why does it feel like I am looking forward to this? This is even our first time meeting!

"Marshall?" I called out. His hands were travelling along my body when my hair suddenly rose from his touch near my neck.

What the hell is this overwhelming feeling? Why do I feel tingly from the inside? I want to pee or something.

"Yes, Baby?" I covered my mouth, trying to stop myself from moaning when he squeezed my arm. Damn, I really like the roughness of his palm.

"How did you know that I was here?" I asked. He was now playing with the locks of my hair.

I wanted to turn around and look at him but I'm scared that he looked like a bald old man.

Reina, you idiot! You shouldn't have agreed with this! You're such a failure!

"I have my ways, Baby. Let's just enjoy tonight."

I bit my lips from the way he said those words before I let out a moan from his squeezing of my waist.

Fuck, he's trying to tease me from all this touching. He feels so irresistible and hot.

I want more. I need more. And my mind has been dying from the curiosity building within me.

The blood on my body rose up my cheeks as I stopped him for a second.

"Can you please stop teasing me?" I said and then furrowed my brows. "Just do whatever you want," I added, biting my lips.

I am looking for a table, so I can eat my lunch and I really hate those stares, these peoples hould know that stares are very uncomfortable. I don't care if they are talking about me now. The hell I care, I'm just telling the truth that Febi is very pretentious.

I am currently on my way, looking for a table to sit on at the cafeteria for lunch. And along my way towards an empty table, I could feel their stabbing stares at me. I rolled my eyes. Yes, it's very uncomfortable seeing how they are trying to judge and talk behind my backs but so what? I don't care at all. The hell do I care about their opinions? I'm only telling the truth.

Febi is such a claimer.

I know that she's not truly good, she's only hiding her horns behind her back and I can't stand the fact that they think she's kind. Acting all so innocent and good, pwe. She's worse than me.

It's the most basic attitude of a person when they want to hide something. An impoverished kind who uses people for their own personal desires.

I still couldn't find any vacant tables to sit on and I could hear Febi on the background calling for my name.

Really? Doesn't she even feel a slight of decency? Is she just plain stupid or a fucking nut case?

She was already humiliated and all and yet she still keeps sticking with that façade of hers, it's so irritating! I'm so sick of her attitude.

Fuck, if I'm going to die, I'll probably die with my eyes open. Even if I go straight to hell, I don't care. I am not apologizing to some two-faced manipulative person.

"Reina, we still have a seat here!" Febi yelled, pointing beside her. Her friends are trying to stop her from doing so like some alipongers who decided to stick with her because of her supposed popularity.

I walked towards their table and dropped my tray of food. I suddenly lost my appetite from the looks of her; a slight grin flashed onto her face.

Bitch, please.

"You really don't know how to stop, don't you?" I asked and distanced my chair from them although I am sharing one table with her.

"Reina, I know that you're just tired and stressed from school works that's why–"

"Shut up. Am I even asking for your opinion? Do you think that I came here because I want to come with you and talk? No way, I won't ever do that. I came here to remind you that you can't please other people just because you are nice and you have a crystal clear heart," I sarcastically commented, cutting her off before looking at her from head to toe.

"Know your place, Febi and..." I came near her ear. "Keep this in your little brain of yours that... I will never like you and that will never change. In fact, I hate and loathe you until the day that I am going to die." I distanced myself and then grabbed onto my juice sandwich.

Once I stood up with my tray of food, I noticed Febi's company looked at me, only for me to ignore them. Does it look like I care about their stares? They can chit chat all they want but I am not going to get hurt with their petty insults. After all, I'm just being true and I will never please other people just to make myself look good.

When I was young, I always tried to please my parents to buy me some nice toys. It worked for the first few tries but when I started going to school and achieved first place, I thought I could gain more of their affection but instead, they taught me pressure. They stopped giving me gifts and told me to focus more on my studies. They burdened me with academic success and never rewarded me, unlike my Ate and Febi.

I was in sixth grade when my yaya brought me some dolls. They were inexpensive but I have always appreciated the gesture. For one thing, it has been several years since I was given a toy and so I really loved it.

Meanwhile, my parents decided to bring me more learning and art materials. They enrolled me in a ballerina class despite not wanting to, voice lessons and swimming classes until I felt exhausted trying to give my best in everything.

I was a child back then, so little. I was envious of my sister and Febi who could have everything they wanted.

I wanted to play, to become a normal child and yet they ignored it.

My parents even bought them doll houses before. I could understand why my sister received it but how come also Febi has it and not me? That's when I realized that I was an outcast and a tool at the same time.

My parents used me as a tool for them to look good in the eyes of the others while the other two could enjoy the rest of their childhood.

One day, my father discovered the gift Yaya gave me. He snatched it away from my hands and I could still remember my face dripping with snouts and tears. My voice was hoarse, it felt like my heart was going to explode from the emotions inside of me.

He burned the toy in front of me.

And I could see every little detail of how the toy turned into nothing but a crisp of black and the smell of rubber.

However, what was much worse was how he decided to fire my maid, just because she gave me a toy.

He was a strict parent... but to me, he was a monster who wanted to work me like a robot through my whole life. He changed my nanny into someone new, a stricter one who would never falter in my pleas.

And so, at the age of thirteen years old, my feelings towards Febi grew stronger. I loathed her, I hated her.

She was not even a daughter of my parents and not a sister to me and yet... they gave her everything I wanted. Yes, everything that I wanted.

Instead of giving me any, they gave it all to her. Why? What's so wrong with me?

It was my fourteenth birthday when I finally feel fed up. I became unapproachable and started to hide some of the things that made me happy. My parents never gave me anything throughout the years and so I did all of it on my own. They told me that I finally had my own credit card so why should they give me gifts?

My own Mama and Papa, they never really gave me anything.

And now, it feels very ironic.

They know everything that Febi wants but not their own child. I feel like a stranger inside my own home–no, I can never call it a home. It is only a house.

I took a deep breath. They can't blame me if I am acting like this anymore. They were the ones who made me like this. They made their own daughter suffer and build a defense mechanism from her own parents. They taught me to become a stranger and a harsh one at that.

And now, I don't know and I don't care who my friends are anymore. Be it one person or two, be it none... so what? I can live without any companions at all. I can live on my own and I won't need anyone's help.

"Did you see what Reina did earlier? She really has a salty attitude, doesn't she? Why does Febi even befriend her?"

"I know right. Febi is such an angel. I hope Reina can see it someday."

"It's such a waste that Reina has a bitchy attitude. If she was just as kind as Febi, people wouldn't loathe her at all."

I turned my gaze towards the people I heard talking about me behind my back. They were not too far from my locker. When our eyes met, I smiled at them and saw the surprised look on their faces.

They looked like some idiots who had been burned by the tip of my cigarette stick upon seeing me there.

"More so, I think it's such a waste if I hit you with my locker door so you could just fucking shut up." I raised one of my eyebrows while putting my hands across my waist. The two of them immediately hurried and ran away from me. I saw the fear in their eyes.

Hah, whatever. It's not like it's anything new anymore.

I already experienced this a lot and with them running away unscathed, I may say that they're still lucky. In fact, they're very lucky because I have already slapped someone across the face, pushed them off on the grass and rubbed their faces and pulled their hair and dragged them off across the hallway just because of their petty habits of minding someone else's business.

Well, it's not like I'm doing anything wrong. I'm only defending myself from the likes of them. As long as they involved me in any of their idiotic jokes and topics then I will never lay a hand on you.

Actually, there was even a time when we were this so-called campus sweetheart. She insulted me and bashed me in public, trying to humiliate me because of my dean lister. She said that I don't deserve my achievements because my attitude was beyond fixing.

Well, who would have guessed that she'd go down on her own?

A smirk drew on my face as I remember it clearly like it happened just yesterday.

She keeps mentioning my issues with Febi and yet she thought I wouldn't find out a single clue about her.

On the day of our school program where she was the host, I exposed her in public. I played her sex video in front of the students and had her humiliated all her school year. I had the money, I had the power and I have the brains for it so why mess with me?

After that day, she became very docile. She never showed her face much to school anymore because of what happened.

"Your Holy Week face is too early for April, Reina." I closed my locker and raised my eyebrows at Josh who was now leaning onto one of the locker doors. He had this narrow smirk on his lips and showed me the black label he had on his bag.

"Oh yes, I am," I said sarcastically. "In fact, I am much stronger when the Holy Week comes since after all, they say I can replace Satan's place in hell." I divided my hair into sections before I gathered it up and tied it into a ponytail.

Josh, honestly he is not a friend of mine but he is a good person with a bad reputation on our campus because of his family's background. His father was known as the owner of some illegal things such as party drugs. And moreover, they say they are also connected to smugglers who are also affiliated with the mafias.

I don't know when we started hanging out from time to time but he does share his alcoholic drinks with me which I would never refuse at all.

"Chill Tigress, let's go to the open field and let me have your tumbler." I threw my container at him while I opened my locker door. I acted as a watcher while he poured me my alcoholic beverage as usual.

"You know, Febi started crying at the cafeteria. She's such a soft fur baby, fucking fragile," he suddenly commented while I reached my tumbler from him. The two of us walked side by side towards the open field where the soccer team was training together.

Truth to be told, there was a time when Josh beat up the star player of the soccer team because he insulted Febi. Josh called her a fucking attention-seeker which made the star player annoyed and that's when the fight started. In the end, Josh wasn't beaten up at all, it was the other man.

"As always, she never changes. It had always been her way to get attention from the other people, it's just so annoying to look at. Sometimes, I don't even understand her. She already gets enough attention from the other people but still, she'll start her own scene just to get more. How greedy, although to me, just looks pathetic. It's so tiring to look at her and her supposed dramas."

I was the first to walk into one of the benches and sat down right across the space. I then opened my tumbler and had a gulp of my alcoholic drink.

"Why don't you just make friends with her already so the two of you can end up best friends forever?" Josh jokingly said, only for me to glare at him. He laughed.

Wow, what an ugly laugh this jerk has enough that some of the people across the field were already looking at us.

"Satan's only daughter will never be friends with that supposed saint of an attention-seeker like Febi." I rolled my eyes at him and all of the sudden, a ball came rushing towards my face.

"Fuck," I uttered and lost my grip onto my tumbler. I felt my head spin around.

Damn, it feels like I was hit by something so blunt and across the lower section of my nose, I felt a warm liquid drip. I suddenly felt weak.

My eyes quickly squinted as I saw Josh's faint features. It seems like the impact was really bad that I am squinting my eyes right now.

I laid down on the bench only to be brought up by Josh. He wiped off the blood on my nose while a tall guy suddenly approached him.

The next thing I knew, they seemed to be angry at each other before I finally lost consciousness.

"Seriously?" I looked at them and rolled my eyes. My family and I were dining together when suddenly, Febi came in late. She even had the audacity to come near my parents and give them a kiss as a greeting.

Well, so much for acting like a daughter of my own family. She always does this, anyway. The part where she comes in late and acts like she's some sort of main character. What's even more questionable is the fact that she has a room in this house and in this fucking dining table.

"I'm sorry, I'm late. I just finished my school project early so I wouldn't be late in the submission," Febi explained and again, I rolled my eyes.

Every time I hear and see her, it always makes me want to vomit. She ruins my day, definitely.

I focused my gaze on my plate and finished all of the food. Afterwards, I had my usual cup of coffee before I stood up and pushed the chair back in its position.

Once I finished wiping the bits off my hands, I threw the napkin onto the table and looked at them without any emotions at all. "I'm done, I'm off to school," I added and then turned to leave.

Well, whatever. It's like I'm ruining the vibes of their family time, anyway.

I picked my bag on the sofa and grabbed onto my keys. I could hear Febi calling me from behind but I chose to ignore her until we reached the parking lot.

"Wait, Reina!" I stopped from walking and finally turned around to face her. She was even panting from all the running. I only looked at her from head to toe while my eyebrows were raised. She tried to hold my hand but I immediately yanked it away.

I feel so disgusted just feeling her skin against mine.

"What is it? I'm leaving," I said and then put my arms around my waist. "Make it quick. You are wasting my time."

Damn it. It's her and those eyes again. She's trying to act like some puppy who was scolded for something so petty. Pathetic!

"I... I wanted to come with you to school together." She bit her lip while saying those words in a stuttering manner. She tried to hold my hand the second time but I yanked yet again.

I glared at her before opening the door to my car. I then put my bag inside and then turned to look at her again.

"Do I look like a driver to you that you are trying to demand me to drive you to school? Why don't you ask your suitors instead? You have a lot, don't you?" I immediately commented before folding my arms. "Go and bother someone else." I turned away from her and was about to enter my car when I suddenly remembered something again.

"Oh by the way, Febi you should know your place," I warned her. "I'm tired of all of your acts and stunts. I know that you are only pretending to be the so-called nice so others would be pleased with you. But don't worry, I'll never like someone like you. In fact, I'll always loathe you to death."

And after that, I entered my car and pulled the door as hard as I could to make a loud impact. I then picked up my tumbler from my bag and drank some alcohol before starting the engine of my car.

I waited for a few seconds for the fate to open before I immediately sped outside.

It's so early in the morning and she's already ruining my day. I gave up trying to act with her. My patience finally ran out and I can't stand pretending to be friends with the likes of her.

I was nearing school when my mind suddenly changed. Instead of driving to class, I went to the nearby billiards and spent my time in the place, cutting. It's not like I'll be in trouble anyway. There are not many things to do anyway and people are busy because of the close graduation of my older sister.

I wore my hoodie and changed into my shorts and rubber shoes. It would be bad to get caught wearing my school uniform since someone might report me. There are too many eyes lurking, waiting for me to fail since they think they have the upper hand when they tell me off to Febi and my parents.

I came towards the dark narrow street and immediately saw a double door. I could hear the loud music from outside the building and the visible white smoke across the place.

When I entered the place, I quickly saw Josh inside at the bar corner and he was staring at me with a glass of alcohol and a plastered smirk on his face.

I ran towards his direction and stole his shot before sitting down beside him. Immediately taking the whole drink to myself, I suddenly felt the urge to look for salt. I turned my head side by side, looking for salt, only for Josh to come near me and suddenly touched my lips with his.

His tongue entered my mouth and that's when I tasted salt. I closed my eyes tightly before I opened my mouth. I gasped for air while I felt his left hand caress my thigh and squeeze it.

I distanced myself from him, only to see the same smirk flashed onto his lips. He came down the counter and helped me come down as well.

"I was right, you were coming here." He intertwined his fingers with mine before putting his arm around my shoulders.

What does he mean by that?

My eyes happened to roam around and noticed most of the people looking at us, well most of them were his friends. They all started teasing Josh while laughing.

What's happening? I'm confused.

"So that's the reason why you refused Febi. You actually like Reina." My eyes immediately wandered back to Josh who had a frown on his face.

My lips immediately drew a smile. Damn.

"Shut up, fucker!" Josh said, cussing. He threw his friend some cornik while I watched them fighting.

"So what does your friend mean with his words?" I cut them off after a little while. They all turned towards my direction.

"Febi confessed to Josh before but guess what he did?" The man came near me and gave me a cigarette stick. I lit it up using their lighter.

"What did he do?" I asked.

"He rejected the poor woman and even went so far as to destroy her chocolates in front of her. He fucking stomped on it until it was nothing but pieces before kicking it back to Febi–"

Before Josh's friend even finished his words, Josh immediately started yelling, cussing his friend.

Oh damn, just knowing what he did is making me feel butterflies on my stomach.

"Come on, do you badly want to partner with a stupid whore?" he asked.

"Fucker!" One of his friends then came near him and then pulled onto his shirt, only to rip it open, revealing his muscular back and a drawn tattoo

Damn, he looks so sexy.

My eyes almost widened while looking at his back. Shit! I want to touch it.

I'm not sure if it was because of the alcoholic drink or just because I really wanted to touch him, I unknowingly walked behind his back and touched it gently.

It felt so sturdy and hot. I wanted to caress it. What would it feel if I sunk my nails onto his back?

I gulped.

"What the fuck? Are you stalking me?" I asked, raising my voice. I couldn't help but be surprised. We were now on our way towards a private room while Josh had this foolish grin on his face, giving his friends a middle finger.

I was still confused as hell.

Once the door was now closed and we were the only people left, I immediately came towards the bed and sat down. Meanwhile, I saw him grabbed onto a change of clothes at the side table.

Again, I was face to face with his sturdy back that I couldn't help but lay my hands on. I came near him and then kissed the tattoo on his back. And suddenly, there was fire ignited inside of me. As though, it wanted to spread across the very tip of my finger to every little detail of my body.

I found myself pinned down by those strong arms of his, staring straight at those orbs that seemed to radiate nothing but I alone.

"I am not stalking you or anything, I just really love appreciating your beauty, Reina," he said and then caressed my cheeks.

The way his rough hands touched my skin made me close my eyes. My heart was starting to pound hard while the pit of my stomach drew butterflies from the inside.

My parents would have scolded me for my actions but so what? There are things that I can do now without their consent and... I just want to do whatever my body wants.

My hands automatically crawled towards the back of his nape before I slowly opened my eyes.

I stared right at those eyes of his. It feels like he wanted to melt me, savor me until I was nothing but a dessert to enjoy.

I opened my mouth carefully, my voice sounding like a whisper.

"Just in case you don't know, I also like you." Upon saying those words, I bit my lower lip. I never wavered, staring at him. And for some reason, it felt like we were the only ones in this world.

Silence reigned upon the two of us before I suddenly felt his crotch rubbing onto my thighs. He then came near me and suddenly started nibbling onto my neck.

The sensation of his warm saliva touching my neck, I felt a subtle feeling of pleasure.

"Oh damn," I said, moaning while looking at the ceiling of the room. His left hand started to massage my breast while my forearm reached my forehead, panting from excitement.

"Don't tease me or temp me again, I swear I won't stop next time." He distanced himself from me and then got up to sit. He then wore his shirt before I gave him a frown.

"Shut up, you're just a coward," I said, pouting. I also sat down carefully and noticed that he looked me on the face and then to my thighs and then to my face again.

I wasn't sure what he was thinking when suddenly, he jumped and came near me again. He immediately spread my legs and then started to lick me between my thighs.

Fuck!

I let out a squeak. I wasn't prepared for what he did. His hands continued to caress me, traveling towards every region of my body.

I closed my eyes shut, feeling all of the unbearable heat taking over.

It didn't take long for the erotic smell of love making engulfed the whole room and I was stench with sweat and liquid. He stopped for a moment and I opened my eyes, slowly.

He was now staring at me, as though he wanted to swallow me alive. And before I knew it, he removed my bottom and undergarments.

"Reina." The way he called my name sent shivers down my spine. It was a deep and baritone voice.

He leaned forward towards my cavern and then in an instance started sucking on it, tracing every part of my womanhood. His tongue touching my slippery slit made me moan unfathomable as I put my hands across his hair. It was silky and soft. I wondered at the back of my head what shampoo he uses to make it smell so good.

Our bodies were already sweaty and I could feel myself get sticky from all the touching.

He was making such loud lewd sounds that I couldn't help but feel tingly from the inside.

Fuck!

I groaned when he suddenly sucked me inside. His tongue was inside of me, sipping, eating me. My eyes almost rolled onto the back as the blood on my body began to rise to my face.

"Oh shit, Josh!" I yelled. I couldn't contain myself anymore. The more he was doing it, the more I felt my body shivering, particularly my bottom, trembling.

A fire was igniting inside of me, traveling through every region. My legs were already numbed from getting spread and my cavern felt a little stingy from all the sensation and yet... it felt so good at the same time, it didn't matter anymore.

I tried to close my legs shut, my womanhood tightening from the inside. There was this ball of pleasure inside of me that wanted to release when suddenly, he held onto my legs again and inserted his finger inside while still licking my clitoris.

"Fuck!" I cussed as my eyes were shut tight. His pace became faster and faster and I could feel myself wanting to squirt.

And in a matter of a few more seconds, my legs almost dropped while trying to catch my breath.

"It's so damn sweet, Baby. Did you like it?" Josh said after licking my hot liquid dripping down my vagina. His saliva touching my juice made me feel so ticklish and relieved at the same time.

My cheeks were still red as I glared at him.

"Shut up!" I shouted and then hid my ace across the soft linen of the room.

Damn it! It was so fucking good that I wanted more!