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Chapter 33 Part 1 *Twisted Mind*
~Drake
“Pie,” I whisper, touching her delicate face. “You have to wake up now.”
Her head is resting on my shoulder. Her hair is soft and silky, it's so good to the touch. Her breathing is so quiet, like a bird singing on the sky.
After a few hours of driving, we finally arrive at Andres’ house. Pie’s tired so she sleeps while I was driving.
"Pie,” I murmur. Why am I talking quietly if I want to wake her up? Why don’t I just nudge her to get it over with?
It’s because you want to see her face while she’s sleeping.
She looks like an angel that comes down from heaven. She looks so peaceful and serene. I can’t believe I’m hurting her because of a bet. I don’t even know what day is it anymore. Eleven? Ten? I don’t know when I stop caring.
It’s Saturday so that means it’s the tenth day. A lot has happened already. It’s not even two weeks yet.
My conscience is burning inside me. I feel guilty for doing this to her. She doesn’t deserve it. She doesn’t deserve someone like me in her life; a guy that just go with her because of a stupid game. How can I be so shallow? I’m a horrible person for doing this to her.
Why don’t you just stop?
That makes me pause, putting my mind into a blank sheet of paper. If I stop, what then? I don’t even know if I’m doing this to win. I’m so confused! A relationship that starts from a lie will end up—
“Draky?” Pie mumbles, interrupting me from my reverie. She rubs her eyes and sits slowly. “Where are we?”
“Andre’s,” I answer, swallowing the lump in my throat.
“Oh.” She stretches her arms in front of her. “I fell asleep.”
“Yes.”
She yawns. “I still want to sleep.”
Why am I nervous now that she’s awake? My mind thinks back of the time I kissed her cheek. Why did I do that? I don’t know. What I know is, at that time, I have to do it. Something was urging me to do it. And now, I feel stupid for stealing a kiss. I should just have asked her.
But there’s a chance that she would decline. Why am I thinking about these things? It already happened. There’s nothing I can do about it. Anyway, I don’t regret it. Why would I regret kissing a beautiful girl with a golden heart?
“What time is it?” she asks, smoothing down her hair.
“Ten,” I answer.
She sighs. “I’ll ask Auntie tomorrow morning. Maybe she’s fast asleep now.”
“Yeah.”
She takes her seatbelt off. “Thank you,” she murmurs.
“For what?”
“For today. For tonight. For everything.”
Something tugs at my heartstrings. I am guilty all over again. Why do I feel this way? One thing I’m sure of is that I’m not doing everything for the bet. I’m—
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