When you are cupid

Chapter 1

"Since when did you guys get to hook up?" Rebecca Gales, my best friend asked to the girl beside me.

"Just last night," She smiled then turned towards me. "Thank you, Carrie." After uttering those words, as if by fate or whatever external force you call it, she saw her enemy-turned-boyfriend and left my side. I've been doing my job as cupid for almost my whole life now. First case was when I was in elementary school. Who knew I would have the knack for such romance even when I don't even have a tiny bit of experience of falling in love? Such a trickster, am I right? But that's not the point. Anne Catalina, the girl who went to her boyfie was probably the 49th successful matchmaking I had. She asked for my help during lunch probably a month before, and I decided to help her out. Sometimes, in exchange for money, benefits or anything else, if they have but if not, I'm good with just helping.

"Again?" Rebecca looked at me in disgust.

"What?" That I could not comprehend. What does she mean "again"? I mean, what's so bad about what I'm doing? She's happy, and I'm satisfied. It's a win-win situation. So what's the problem?

"You should stop doing that." Her eyebrows were starting to meet again, a sign which denotes bad news. She really hates it when I do stuff like this. "You should stop meddling with other people's business." Here we go again.

"It's meddling if there's no permission. She asked for help, and I helped her. What's so wrong about that?"

"What do you mean 'what's wrong'?" She's trying to keep calm as possible. "Everything's wrong about that. You're creating a fake relationship." A fake relationship? She called it fake! Why fake?

I grabbed my phone from my pocket and searched the word fake in the dictionary. I grabbed her by the wrist for her to stop walking and just focus on what I would be saying.

"Look! It says here, fake is 'a thing that is not genuine; a forgery or sham'." I showed her my phone. Why do I even have to do this?

"That's right! Not genuine. You created a relationship that is not genuine, not from the heart. You know, love is about getting to know each other because of each other, not because of some meddler like you." Ouch. How could she say those words? We've known each other for almost four years, and only now did she say those kinds of things to me.

I crossed my arms and asked, "What do you want, Claire?"

She turned red. Because she's angry as hell. And I'm going to die because of her wrath.

"I told you not to call me that!" She yelled at least loud enough so that only I could hear; otherwise, we would have created a commotion which she hates quite a lot. "Anyway, let's not talk about this." What? But you're the one who started it! Severe mood swings you have there.

We were walking again when suddenly, Christian Atlas, the  most popular guy in school and probably in the whole city, passed by together with his minions. Bestie here has had a crush on him for a long time now.

"He's so handsome! I really like him like a lot. Too bad, we're not meant to be." Her cheeks were pinkish red. She's so in love with that guy who does not look so bad but not my type.

"Oh, please!" I waved jokingly at my best-est friend who gave me a look as if I were bluffing. "Give me thirty days. Just thirty days, and you'll have your crush." She was mocking my abilities of matchmaking. It's a talent and a hobby of mine. Pretty fun, actually.

"Game on!" She sounded pretty confident. And I hate that part of her. I mean, being confident at the wrong-est times and being so shy at the times when she really needed to be. "If Christian doesn't like me at the thirtieth day, you're gonna have to pay up."

"You got yourself a deal, honey." I have thirty days to get her to accept me and my hobby in which I don't even know why I should since we're best friends, remember? And thirty days to make her more gorgeous than ever. Always be reminded of what they say, the person in love blooms in the long run. Okay, I just made that up, but anyway, that's what we're going to do.

Cupid in action, ready set go!