How to be a Bida

Step 10: Seriously...Let Go

"Seriously, will you stop that?" Tony asked for the nth time, but I can't help but admire the most beautiful gift given to mankind; our hands holding each other.

"I kind of need to go back to my girlfriend now." He said, his voice stern this time. His tone sounds harsh and unforgiving, yet he looks as if it pains him to say the very words he just said.

It would be easy to just let go right? That seems to be right thing to do here.

I let his hand go, let him go back to Elle, let him be someone else's prince –not that he already isn't, let them have their own happy ending, let him go without a fight.

If I just let the tides of fate take over and follow where destiny takes me, I really don't know where this train of thought is even going.

I digress, what I am truly getting at is I could let go now. I should let go now, don't be the kind of woman who clings on to one guy as if the other blowfishes in the sea aren't as good looking as this piece of meat.

I should not let myself sink to the level of scheming villain who tries everything in her power to destroy the main leads. That is how this story should go from here on out. That is what's destined to happen, the easy way.

But Tony's here, holding my hand.

He's here next to me, appeared in all his bright glory just when I am ready to let him go, surely this must be a sign.

So no, I will not let go. Not now when he came here to be the proper prince he was meant to be. Danielle is just a momentary distraction, a way to move the main leads, the real main leads, to the right direction.

"But I am your girl," I said in the sweetest, most disgusting, cutesy voice I could muster. I even clung on his right bicep for that extra added effect.

Really, you're gonna go with that?

Shut up other voice in my head. There is only one room for one protagonist here, and last time I checked, it's already taken.

I watched as Tony's face morphed from divinely angelic handsomeness to pure utter disgust. Like a well-oiled machine, he lifted his left hand and flicked me on the forehead with his fingers.

"I only said that because that girl is getting ready to full on go UFC on you, I don't know what you did but I'm sure you did something to warrant such violence." He said and tried to shake me off his arm, but joke's on him that would only make me cling harder.

"What? Me? I would never." I replied dazzling him with my million dollar smile.

"Uh I hate to be the bearer of bad news but you kind of have that effect on people Ria,"

"No way, I am literally the epitome of goodness and graciousness. They don't come any better than this."

"If by this you mean that," he signaled to my entire being. "Then I'm a hundred and thousand percent sure the human race is de-evolving at a rapid rate of one Ria per second."

"De-evolving? Is that even a word?"

"I used it on my paper once and Microsoft Word didn't put a red line under it so I guess."

"A paper on what? Paper for the toilet?"

"Ha-ha-ha, bye." Tony turned once eh successfully untangled his arm from my grasp. Well, he almost succeeded at getting away too but destiny, in the form of me, had other plans for him.

I somehow managed to cling on his arm once again, but Tony kept walking, half dragging me to where he is off to. Whatever, he so loves me.

"There you are, what's going on?" Tony in an instant, pushed me as far away as possible from him when he heard the role usurper call out to him.