The Victim

27| the victim

Serine

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"Of course I came. You told me to come here didn't you?"

"Yes I did, but your capricious, princess." I squinted my eyes but nodded agreeing.  My palms were a bit sweaty and I was feeling hotter than I thought I was.

I didn't know if it was just me or it was because of how I was suddenly feeling around him. There was nothing I could easily retort to because all that was on my mind was that I liked him.

Mentally I was sending a temporary goodbye to the sassy and snappy Serine because I had something I wanted to tell him.

And that I was evidently how I felt. "How was practice?" I started off low-key. "Whoa..." he stared at me. For too long may I add, his was slightly beaming. "W-what? is there something on my face or what?"

"No," he answered softly. His lip slowly curving up and my stomach flipped. "I just- this is a surprise." I furrow my brows. "What is?"

Call me slow people, call me slow.

"This. The way you're acting is like another person has taken over you but with the same physical features. "  I chuckle lowly. "For you information Mr, I can be really nice. You just haven't really seen that side because you don't bring up that side a lot."

"You're telling me." he says. "A person who know that better than anyone."

"I still wouldn't change that side of you though," he adds. "Why?"

"Because it's what makes you, you. It's what made me fall for you in the first place and it can be a repetitive cycle but I'd never give up."

"Why?" I whisper. "Because I like you. A lot. I know you don't believe me but I can feel it, I'm just wondering if you'll ever see the same way."

I could no longer control myself.

I just felt like it was right.

I don't know why but the moment felt right. It all felt right and I didn't see a better time than to tell him than now.

I've allowed myself to let this drag for months. He deserved to know.

But really should I?

Serine do it. Are you going to seriously live with a 'what if?' for the rest of this year? Wondering what would have happened if  you had told him that you felt the same way but weren't able to say it because of what?

Because I'm scared.

Of what? Rejection?

Rejection wasn't it. It was the thought of ever falling in love with someone and being with them,allowing myself to enjoy time but losing myself in the process. How would that ever work?

You shouldn't lose yourself completely when you're with someone, instead you could discover a lot more about yourself by being with them. If you turn into someone else and you don't even know who you are, anymore, because of this person, then it's not it.

And you'll learn.

Little prick in there was right. The worst person I could fight with was myself and I couldn't let that happen.

I was going to let myself free.

I bit my  lip and our eyes lock the second I look up. "I have something to tell you." My eyes slightly widen as I realize we had just said the same thing together.

"You go first," we say in unison once again. "No you go,"

"This is totally jinx," I mention. "but you go first. "

"I already said what I needed to say?"

"Then why did you- ok nevermind." I sigh. "I know it took me a long time to say this and I don't know if- if what I'm doing is right and if the timing is right but I feel that it's right. I just- I don't- you know what? fuck this." I crash my lips into this and he immediately responded back. His  warm hands caressed my back while I had my cold ones  around his neck.  Our lips moved in sync as we explored each other's mouths.

Once again,

Once again I was receiving those butterflies and the moment felt absolutely surreal. With my hands slowly losing its hold, I allowed them the fall on his shoulders so that now my palms were on his shoulders. With one peck, two pecks, three pecks, four, we both pulled away with smiles on our faces as we caught our breath.

"That was-" he whispers. "the greatest experience of my life." I softly chuckle and step back a tiny bit but only too see that there was barely any space between us, as he held me against his body. "I like you." I blurt out. "A lot and I- it's taken me quite some time to say it but I do." he stares at me.

His eyes scanning every inch of my face, as his arms caresses the back of my neck. "Fuck finally." he smiles revealing his white paper teeth. He kisses me and this time with much more joy. "Now that I know you feel the same way..." he trails off and I nod, the smile never leaving my face.

"Serine Santana Williams," I almost chuckle but instead hum in response. "Will you do me the honor of being my girlfriend?" I freeze.

My smile slowly disappears and I pull away from him. "Girlfriend?" he nods, indicating yes and my breath hitches. "I-I- I don't know." His smile drops instantly.

Am I stupid?

Ugh, I know, I know, I know, I just-I can't explain. No one would ever understand.

Yes.

"I just- I know I just told you how I felt but I think, I don't know Alexander." I panic. I comb my hair with my fingers as I struggle not explain myself. "I just I'm afraid. There's just I don't know if I want-" I stop myself.

"An 'us'?" I don't respond and he looks away. From the corner I notice him nod and turn around. "Of course I want an 'us' silly." I chuckle as soon as there's a good distance enough for me to panic.

"What?"

"Yes of course I want to be your girlfriend. I want to be with you, you dork."

"Princess tell me now if you're joking."

"Uhm, I'm one hundred percent positive I'm not joking. I was kidding with you Xander."

"Fuck, you're something else."

And it was like we were a couple that hadn't seen each other in ages, I walked slowly towards each other but fastened my pace as I got closer, jumping when I reached where  he was and he captured me in his arms.

How dramatic can we fucking be?

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