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Fern's POV

Doot.. doot.. doot

She totally just hung up on me.

I dial her number again, and impatiently wait. I have to thank Roberto later for giving me her number. It was easy to get Fleur's number actually, all Roberto had to do was asked around and bam, he got her number.

Fleur is quite popular at her school apparently.

Click

"Alright, what do you want?" Fleur said while making crunching noises, I guess she's eating something.

I exhale some air and blurt out, "I just want to get to know you better."

"......"

"Hello?" I squeaked out.

"And why's that?" She inquired as the crunching noises continue.

I let out a sigh. God, this is going to be so embarrassing. I scratched the back of my blond hair and reply, "B-Because you don't really meet someone who looks exactly like you.. This might be a once in a lifetime moment, okay? I don't want to waste it."

She doesn't answer again. I guess she's thinking of what to reply. I'm blushing. God, why am I blushing? I didn't know why I didn't want to lose her. She piqued my interest.

"We're not related, right?" Fleur mumbled.

I comb back my blond hair that was currently let loose behind my back, and got rid of my glasses. I hate wearing them. I didn't really know how to tell her that I already did a background check on her sorry ass. Once you have power over mostly everyone, it's easy to get want you want.

I also hate that fact. It's unfair.

"Of course we aren't. I'm your doppelganger, remember?" I playfully teased her.

And I guess that made something in her snap because-

"I am not going to die yet! I need to marry River still!" She yelled out loud on the phone

"Look, you're not going to die-" but before I could finish my sentence, she hung up again. I let out another sigh and leaned closer to the couch I'm sitting on. Wait, who is River?

Well, this is going to be hard.

When I see a challenge, I never give up though.

You're on, Fleur.

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It scares me to think about just how many chances to feel legitimate, heart-pumping excitement are left for me.

That maybe I've already used up my life's supply of thrill, and all that's left is a sort of packaged, calm thrill, and "things I was formerly thrilled about," dusty with nostalgia.

I didn't want my life to be this way for the rest of my days.

"Young master, you have a meeting at 9:30am" Roberto informed me.

"I know that. With CEO Peony, right?"

"Yes, young master. I hope you won't escape again. Your father was very mad at what happened."

"It's not like he knows that I crossdress for fun anyway, Roberto.." I muttered as Roberto was driving to our corporation. It's going to be another boring Thursday again. It's been 6 days since I last talked to Fleur properly on call, after that her replies were pretty much bullshit.

'Sorry, I'm washing my.. uh, books.' She lied on the first day.

'I have to go now, there's school!' I called her at around 9pm, mind you. This was her response on the second day.