(Cyrus' POV)
A week has passed since my revenge, which turned out to be a nightmare to Amber, has happened.
I don't know how to deal with her every time we meet on the school grounds,
Especially during class hours.
I guess, this defines
Guilt.
***
"You've been acting so weird lately. What happened to you? Why is it that after you did your revenge, you changed" Zymph asked again for the nth time today.
I don't know how to answer her so I just kept quiet.
We're here at the public market, waiting for some friends to come.
I leaned on my red sports car as I eat some chips with Zymph.
"You hurt her, didn't you?" he asked once again.
I looked at him for awhile but I looked away after a few seconds.
"May be you just crossed the wrong line." He said.
"I should've estimated it better." I finally responded.
"She may be a tomboy... but she's still a girl. She's sensitive." I said drawing on a sigh.
"May be she looks like that, right?" Zymph pointed someone on the other side of the road.
Greenish black hair with a cap...
Loose jacket...
Loose pants...
Hey! I know that fashion!
It's Amber!
She's walking at the crowded place.
"She's doing it again." I whispered as I see her snatching someone's wallet.
I run quickly to the other side of the road and held her hand.
(End of Cyrus' POV)
(Amber's POV)
Him again?
What is it again now?
I quickly get my hand out of his grip and stepped back.
Because of that, my supposed-to-be victim turned back and saw his wallet on my hands.
And so, I'm dumbfounded.
What to do?
What to do?
"My wallet..." he mumbled.
"My girlfriend and I saw it on the street. May be you dropped it so we hurried to give it back to you." Cyrus reasoned out giving back the wallet to its owner.
My victim thanked us and left.
I glared at Cyrus and walked away.
***
"Why are you doing that?" Cyrus asked.
He did follow me?
Oh great!
"I thought you are rich. How come that this tomboy is a..."
"Shut up!" I interrupted her.
"'Shut up'? You're expecting me to shut up? We both know that you stole something from me." He said.
"I lost it. I'll pay for it, instead." I simply said.
"That represents half of my life." He frowned.
