[ALSO KNOWN AS "MATCH MADE IN HELL" ON WEBTOON ORIGINALS]
He's. . . hot, popular, and proud.
She's. . . plain, eccentric, and persistent.
There's nothing common between them except that they hate each other. Not good, right? But why is he determine...
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ღ Finding Cinderella- 39 ღ
-Tristan-
If my life was a movie, it would be called "So I Love This Girl and I'm Not Sure Where Our Relationship Is Heading, but She Said She's Happy with Me So Let's Wing This Thing Out," directed by Marc Webb.
I could only hope for a happy ending.
Truth be told, I hadn't been big on labels. My ex-girlfriends had bombarded me with questions like are we exclusive or am I just a fling? Do you really like me? Are you my boyfriend now? I need to know because I can't be happy without knowing what exactly I mean to you. And I'd just shrug and say, "Whatever" because I just hadn't really cared what to call it as long as I enjoyed it.
Now I understood what they had felt.
Maybe this was my punishment for taking those girls for granted. I became the one waiting for an answer. The one needing consistency and security. My mind couldn't relax because of this newly formed fear that Kylie might drop me all of a sudden. But as I had told her, wherever we would lead to, I'd still love her all the same. There was no lie, no doubt in it.
I had to prove I could make it work with her—whatever she wanted it to be.
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"Can't believe I'm here cutting little hearts and shit," Grey complained as he snipped the red-colored papers into tiny pieces.
Clark and I had sought out an empty classroom where we could work on a project I'd been planning for a while for Kylie. We had only dragged Grey along because the guy had no football practice, and we could use another pair of hands while we worked on the letters.
"Oh, stop yammering. You know Tris is crazy whipped. Gotta show your support, man," Clark said with a chuckle. He was outlining the letters M and O on the cardboard with knowhow.
"Yeah, sure. I got full and mad support to all of my bros for any aspects of life, but..." Grey picked up a piece of paper from the pile he'd cut and showed it to us. It was shaped like a kidney instead of a heart. "Look, this is why I failed arts and crafts in grade school."
I laughed. "Exactly why I assigned that to you instead of the letters."
"I have to say it's crazy how you're really going all out here," Clark commented. "Are you sure about making a huge display, Tris?"
"That's T-Rex for you. Always making a huge display even when he's just walking down the hallway," Grey remarked. He had his eyes fixated on the scissors he was holding, determined to make a perfectly shaped heart.
I decided not to address him. "I know Kylie's not one for a show, but I can tell she's looking forward to me asking her to prom," I said. "Last time I screwed up by forcing her to come with me to the Valentine Ball. Now I want to do things right."
