Starco : It All Started With A Shoe [COMPLETED]

TVD|Cinderella

C H A P T E R  O N E -
C I N D E R E L L A

"Marco, can you do me..favors?" the voice came from behind me, then I felt its chest pressed on my back.

I found her hands then snaking up to my shoulders, a smirk evident on her sly lips and with one swift move of annoyance I yanked it off.

I slammed the book in agitation and glared at the dirty blonde that disturb my daily routine of reading. I for one, am peeved with people who distract me while I find myself immerse in the concept of the certain novel.

And I am a man with principle. I am not like those men who gets swayed with lust and dirty offers to get the way they want.

"I don't help harlots," I emphasized. Then I waited until she disappeared out of my sight and hope to the heavens she even understood what I meant.

The pea brained woman did not understand, instead she tilted her head at me with such confusion that I couldn't help but groan in frustration.

"Are you really that dumb? To make it clear, I want.you.gone," I motioned her away with my fingers. Then I added. "I don't want to be infected with your disgusting STD."

The girl then proceeded to turn her heel and storm out of the scene. I breathe in, grabbed my book by both  hands and began flipping to another page of the story.

I am Marco Ubaldo Diaz. I live in tranquil. I confirm that the world is simply filled with obstacles--no matter how we swerve away we always get attached to it.

However, as my way of minimizing the issue, I closed myself.

I realized that there's no such thing as happiness, but when there is. .

It disappears in exchange for
extreme pain.

(.  .)

When I said I wanted isolation, I meant it.

But my acquaintances had screeched at me for my emo like attitude. Like I was trying to be that clichè cold person.

But I wasn't acting, they also know, but rather they pretend that it's not the fact.

Humans are always like that, when they don't want to accept the things that changed, they deny and pretend that things were just like before.

But I changed, because I. . .

"Can you shut the damn book Diaz?  Tom sneered, his eyes darting like flames on the novel in my hands.

"Yeah Marco, you can read that anytime," Ferguson added. "-it's been a long time since we last hang out."

I rested the book on top of the table, intertwining my fingers, I replied. "You do know that you brought me here out of my will."

"You're asking too much from me," I briefly explain, watching their disturbed expressions.

"What's wrong with you?!" Tom blunted, slamming the desk with his clenched fists. It created such a loud slam that everyone turned their heads towards our ruckus and I couldn't help but rub my temples. Oh boy.

"You started acting like this wannabe cold guy," Tom glared. "---what exactly do you want to achieve? Attention? Fame? Women? Because this is utterly bullshit, Diaz."

Ferguson held both of Tom's hands and craddled him as Tom blew like a fuse. I watched silently, not bothering to move nor explain my side of the story.

Then our eyes met, and I could see disappointed flashed in his eyes, yet I chose not to do anything. He didn't need any explanation from me.

Then his last words struck like a bullet. "You're the worst."

He aggressively elbowed his way out of Ferguson's hold, turned his heel and fled the scene. Ferguson looked at me with frustration. "When are you gonna tell him?".

"What do you mean?" I acted cluelessly. He gave me a pointed look. "We both know what I mean, stop acting oblivious."

I helped myself with some fries laid on the tray, munching them to my delight. "So? What will he do, bring back the past? Avoid it from happening?"

"You're his bestfriend Marco," Ferguson said with dismay, looking at me with disbelief.

"I am no one's friend," I cleared. "--you and him are merely acquaintances of mine".

We ate with silence. I felt something about to unfold by the minutes passing, it was such a strange thought.

It was so strong that it felt surreal, my gut was screaming at me.

Just then my hunch was right.

"

MARC---", Ferguson yelled, warning me about something.

It wasn't that I didn't  understand his alarming words or that my reflexes were slow but at that moment I couldn't understand why he said to watch out.

Everything was happening so fast.

But I was wrong, the cold wind came propelling towards me and before I knew it something hit across the back of my head.

The impact was so strong that everything seemed spinning around, I dropped my book in vulnerable state.

And my mind was only screaming for something at that time.

Whoever threw that thing must die.