The Way She Looks At Me •Freen&Becky•

Just Another Number In Her Collection

FREEN SAROCHA'S POV

When Freda told me that Becky was at the door, I was both happy and angry. I felt joy that she came all the way from the palace just for me.

I wonder how desperate she must have been to have asked around for my home address and even come all the way from the palace to see a nobody like me.

On the other hand, I was angry, especially about the past two months. She only showed up now? Where have she been the entire time, when my parents were on my neck and I needed her?

So she can fall off the face of the earth and surfaced whenever she felt like it? Well, of course she can do that. She's The Princess but I thought it would be different with me.

She told me I wasn't like the others but why do I suddenly feel like I'm just another number in her collection.

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"Rebecca Patricia Armstrong is bad news! She is bad news!" I repeated inaudibly to myself  as the door slowly opened revealing Becky's face.

I put up all the wall I could between us and tried convincing myself to let her go but the more she spoke, the more I wanted to hug her and tell her how much I've missed her.

"Freen I love you." She said

"I really do. I can't help it. And I don't want to stop. I love you more than words can ever express. Freen, You've touched my heart in ways I can't describe and I didn't even know was possible."

Those words hit differently. I've always kept my feelings at bay because she might not be there yet.

I didn't want to come off as clingy, desperate or easy but she just said she loves me. She mean to tell me that she feels the same way? That's all I need to stay.

As much as I pulled myself back, I couldn't help but hug her.

I knew that my family was literally behind that door listening to my conversation with Becky, so I couldn't tell her everything I want to tell her.

"They won't let us be together." I whispered to her.

"They're listening in right now So let's talk more when we're in school. Go back home and do everything possible to go back to school and I'll do the same. They won't let us share an apartment anymore so let's pretend to break up and you move out.

If they think that we now hate each other, and you've move out of the dormitory, our families would be more at ease and we can be together again." I explained and slowly pulled away and continued scolding Becky pretending to want to end our relationship.

Becky also went along with it and after a period of pretentious fight, Becky stormed out of the room, and left the house.

My family was convinced enough that  I have closed the Rebecca Patricia Armstrong's chapter but it just started.

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Becky and I never called but texted each other and only late at night when we're sure that we were alone.

We talk all through the night and when morning comes, I eagerly waited for night again to talk to her. It's love when sleepless nights become exciting instead of exhausting.