My Rival is a Pleaser (18+)

Chapter 5

Alex's POV

The first time I saw Lia, I felt something sinister. Ironically, my eyes followed her. She was lying through her teeth. I hate the way she laughs, it's fake. I loathe everything about her, I hate liars—but before I knew it, she became an exception.

When she always asks about my score, it feels like mockery because she's always higher than me. I have always thought about strangling and chaining her up. Before I knew it, I became obsessed with her. I found myself motivated to study, wanting to beat her, so I can see her reaction. Whether she congratulates me or not, it doesn't matter—I can already tell the difference. It's all in her eyes. Unfortunately, I haven't beaten her yet. She constantly beats me over and over. I hate it, but I love her at the same time.

The deeper I dig, the more I become curious about her real self. I want to see what's behind her facade. “Kellia Axyrielle Sylvanna”, she's the most horrible woman I've encountered. Yet, the most beautiful as well.
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Time passes by, and I finally learned the truth. Lia is nothing but a naive girl who obeys almost everyone. She's pitiful, but I'm glad I finally got to know her flaws.

When she finally asked why I love her, my mind went black. “I like you just because I do”, that was the only answer I could give her. Although she knows that I hated her, I don't want her knowing that I wanted to strangle her. My answer was pathetic, but perhaps it is the truth. I like Lia because she is Lia.

“Are you still upset, my lady?” I teased her, pinching her cheeks.
“Do you really love me? I could tell you hated me. You probably thought of killing me at least thrice.”, she looks at me, glum. How did she know that? Women intuition is scary. Speechless, she asks once again: “Alex, how can you love me?”

Everyone knows, my patience is shorter than a 2-inch dick. I also don't like repeating my words. Though I rarely talk, my expression clearly shows when I'm ticked off. Oddly enough, I can't seem to do that in front of her. Rather than annoyed, I'm amused. Seriously, Lia is too cute for her own good. Is it hypocritical of me to like her worried face? I want to learn more about her.

“Whether you're someone I wanted to strangle, it doesn't really matter.” I laughed it off. Pathetic, but I intend to see her complain. And she did…

“Are you torturing me with unknown answers?” she looks at me, annoyed. Wow, she's on the spot. I responded: “Yes, I know how much it frustrates you when you don't know the answer.”

“Should we end this?” she smiles sarcastically.

“No, you better not. I'll be honest, I did hate you, but I'm ashamed of that. I judged you too quickly. I thought you were the marionette, turns out—you're just a puppet.”

She stares at me, completely stunned. Clueless about her thoughts, I assured her: “I thought I hated you, but turns out—I was just frustrated at you. I want you, no one else. If you think you're the marionette, then I'll be the jester. I'm smart, but I'm willing to be the fool.”

Her eyes widened, the sunset making it glisten. On this rooftop, we're alone once again. She cries out loudly, spilling out everything. I always wanted to see her real self, but this is too much. My wish came true, but her suffering stabs me continuously.

“I- I'm sorry if you're seeing me like this. I'm sorry, I'm the same as you. I don't even know why I questioned you. I apologize for being anxious” She sobs.

“Don't apologize, you didn't do anything wrong. I'm sorry too for being inconsiderate. It's only natural that you're anxious, but I'll tell you this—I promise that I will always assure you, even if I have to say I love you 100 times a day.”