Eternal Bloods

Chapter Six

Six

It’s been a week since the fight between my brother and Aaron had brought up. In fact, I want to forget everything that had happened. Seeing my brother in that state is totally not good for Stella Hamilton standards but still I can’t do much about it.

                Then there’s this girl who came to my brother’s aid. She was beautiful with a golden hair that hung perfectly straight and her eyes… seems enigmatic but I like the shade of her eyes, it was like amethyst which is rare again for Stella Hamilton standards and she have a creamy ivory skin and dresses so well, that I might envy her. Unfortunately, I didn’t know her name.

                If I had known, I would―even get down to my knees― thank her for what she did to my brother. No one have the audacity to help him except her. I liked her for that.

                But I may have doubts of her goodness when she said something to Liam. I mean maybe they’ve known each other and didn’t made good friends but taking a glimpse on their situation may not be big deal after all but if you would look closely, their aversion to one another is not simple. Their disgust to one another involves their family.

                Why do I care? I have no business in whatsoever they do. If their family wants to rip each other’s throats out, it’s not my business.

                That’s when I started to feel weird. As I thought over the mysterious girl and Liam loathing each other back at the corridor, back when he and I had lunch together, there’s some kind of drowsiness I felt. Like it was slipping from me over the last few days this week and as I go with those days I haven’t seen much of William Margaux.

                And I haven’t missed him.

                All that I thought about him and me are becoming cloudy, like it never happened. I can’t remember why I feel like I was drugged to him. I can’t understand.

                When I woke up this morning, I stared at my clock and then clicked! Hello, reality! Just like that.

                I was back loathing William Margaux.

                What he did the very first day really annoyed me and I truly can’t understand why I fell nice to him. He has to pay. For humiliating me in front of class and… life isn’t fair, you know.

                I should not forget, he saved me from the Corridor Incident (I was done remembering that and I am starting to forget it) by shoving himself in front of me and punching the two guys. (Or so I thought)

                When you’re dreaming things like lovey-dovey presence, it feels like heaven but for me, truly disgusting.

                That was the weird part: dreaming of William Margaux that I … I …

                I was having so much time to bring it to my mouth.

                Love

                I like him but I don’t love him for God’s sake! Why would I love him? I barely know him.

                And it gets weirder because I imagined myself with him. Like we were lovers that might not see tomorrow and not to mention I yearned for him. Yearned, yes!

                I may like him, feel sympathy when other people take on his image and reputation like what that girl did and be friends with him but not love! I don’t deserve it.