Deflower

Chapitre Quinze

"Do you think you can get that done for me? Truly?" Victoria Berlin said, crossing her arms over her chest—which had protruded almost extravagantly over last summer break; and although Lo did not think that there was anything wrong with making changes to certain parts of the canvas of your body you happen to be discontent with, the sudden adaptation of Victoria's body had stirred a lot of controversy. The beautiful girl itched her nose and gazed upon Lourdes—hoping to see her eyes gleam with anticipation. They did. Perhaps, Lo had the least experience when it came to boys—but still, she believed that she was good at giving advice upon the matter. Fairly well, she would call her services—which the largest share of her (small) friend group would count on.

She failed to understand why—and not very rightfully—girls came to her, to demand for advice (she did have the entire male population of the town at her feet, after all, and it was solely she who didn't realize it); and often, she only engaged within their particularly peculiar affairs for the humorous side of the Lonely Hearts Bureau. That was how Lo often addressed to herself, and to her, often nightly activities—that was when she mustered up the most inspiration and jut down ideas upon a piece of paper to help her sisters out—for that's how she saw her fellow females. Sisters—to never tear them down, but to assist them whilst building themselves up. So, this time, when Victoria had called her crying—around midnight, too—over Allistair and of how he didn't even look her way when she passed by, Lourdes couldn't refuse.

It was certainly in her favor that she knew Allistair fairly well. From the few months that Lourdes had been somewhat familiar with Allistair—in the few months that he had been attempting to befriend her, she still saw him as not more than a mere acquaintance, and that both perplexed and disappointed him, but most of all, hurt him, or rather, his ego— she had gathered that he was a vigorous guy. In one manner, it was immensely intimidating; she knew that once he set his sights upon something, he would persevere (little did she knew that that something happened to be she). It made Lourdes restless when she was playing tennis with him, sure, but his fragile masculinity appeared to make him a weak and easy target, at the same time, too. She was sure that he would bend easily for her, but she was not so certain about Victoria.

Victoria's favor did not come in as a surprise, but simultaneously managed to bother her; not because she fancied him, or anything of that genre—she was far too wrapped around the finger of another to care for someone inferior to that one individual, any longer—but because she did not think  that Victoria was one fit to be with someone like Allistair; she believed that the latter urged someone who tempered him and made him feel at ease, unlike Victoria—whom would only protrude his appallingly large ego. Above all, Victoria was of degenerate beauty, sure, but the girl was void of the intelligence that Allistair needed in a partner—regardless of the fact that every fiber of Lo's being doubted that the boy was even seeking for one. Lourdes was quite torn between two bonfires, you could say—if she helped Victoria, she would orchestrate Allistair to land straight in his own dismay, but if she refused Victoria, she would break her heart even more than Allistair could ever do.

And that explained exactly why Lourdes Guerrero sat at her desk—dark circles under her eyes and fingers almost absolutely numb—with her cat atop of the wooden-made table, as well; a plethora of crumbled up sheets of paper scattered around her chamber. She'd deciphered how the hell—and those exact  words, had she spoken to herself, too, but she'd dismissed them per her mama would punish her mercilessly for using them—she would do this, but one thing, she was sure of, even more than she was certain of it that the earth was round and that dogs were superior to cats; she would do this, for the sake of love—something she didn't truly believe in, but others did, and she was content with that.