HER

𝙃𝙀𝙍 𝙏𝙊 𝙃𝙀𝙍

"I like you." Looking at her eyes with a lot of emotion, it was my first confession. Breathing hard with nervousness and full of determination, she wore a Heartloom Jace dress that made her look stunning.

I was about to talk again, but she said, "I heard you the first time, Carla." She wipes her lips with a napkin and holds my wrist.

She paused for a few seconds, and she looked directly into my eyes and soul. I wish I didn't say, "But I like someone else, and it is someone you don't notice," which made my heart twinkle with pain.

I cleared my throat, removed her hand from my wrist, and gave a fake smile, trying to guess who she was referring to. Minutes went by, and she said, "I have liked Simon Larkin Wegert for a long time, ever since we were ten. I envy you because you are close to him always, and when you talked to me, I wanted this to be my opportunity to have him."

I'm full of sounds in my head that I don't understand. I excuse myself and turn my head to her, and I don't know why she is smirking like the plan is set, but I don't mind it. I just go out and drive my car, Gordon Murray, and go to the place where my heart needs to be because of jealousy and anger inside of me.

While driving, I don't know why my heart is bitter and full of thoughts, and the weirdest thought I have is, "What if I have him? I shake my head, fasten my speed, and start to think of ways to ease this feeling I have.

I like revenge, and that guy with whom she falls in love is my greatest rival in our family business. That's why I don't like to build any connection with him because I know he sees me as something na gusto nyang maging kalaban sa lahat, and he copies everything I do.

I remember last time na nag tayo ako ng business nag tatayo din siya every time I tried new hobbies gagayahin nya rin. I'm not stupid to think that is not a coincidence, but I think that is rivalry, and I would like to take revenge. My family saw me as someone who is soft-spoken, classy, and independent, but in reality, I'm immature and full of revenge in my mind because they let me hide my true identity: I'm not for him, I'm for her.

I get in my car and look out the window. The fresh air hits my face, and I enjoy it. Only Sandra knows how immature I am and how much I dislike that man.

I know the guy she wants. He always stares at my soul every time I know him, and I don't want to start anything social with him. I'm not fooling myself to not know that he always stars at me when we visit their home or my mansion. I know he wants to start talking to me. He has those tall, gorgeous eyes, a pointed nose, and round lips. He has a well-built body. He always looks so healthy. He looks so mysterious with those blue-green eyes.

I'm now viewing the simple, breath-taking view to clear my head from all of this misfortune in my life. I smoke my cigarette and open my phone. I stalk him on all of his social media. Baka anak to ni Conan kung mag imbestiga I admit he is gorgeous, and a lot of girls like him. I don't know him until he is near; we are in the same school, by the way, and when I hear his voice, I am attentively lowkey listening. He is good at everything, and that's why I hate him.

I'm competitive, not patient, and don't care about anyone, but I'm also a family-oriented person, which is why I'm scared to let my parents know who I truly am. We are known as a family and one of the richest too, which is why I don't want them to know this side of me because I'm scared of their opinions. I laugh to myself, "If I can't have her, well no one can have her either." The only thing that I hate is making me feel like I'm an option. Maybe she just gets close to me because she knows I'm close to him.

"My name is Carla," I sarcastically laugh. I'm not too girly, but I know there's no word that can express how beautiful I am."