Forgiving Avalon | o n h o l d

e i g h t | A v a l o n

"I just thought you needed a shower, you smell like a slut. Oh wait! You are one."

When I say that I mean it, I honestly, truthfully, completely, literally, genuinely and heartily mean it.

I'd do anything to get Kiefer's forgiveness. Being his personal slave would be tough, I know that because the look in his eyes when he said that was worth shuddering. It's like he has a big plan that will surely be executed when the time comes.

However, me being me, I'll be looking at the bright side of it. And that is spending most of my time with him. That's the only favor I have in this agreement and I'm going to hold on to that positive thought.

Don't get me wrong. I'm not doing this to ease the guilt I've been carrying ever since that day. No, it's not about me trying to make myself better by slaving for him. It's the fact that I wanted to fix our relationship by accepting my fault and the consequences of my mistake.

I have no idea where this will lead to. I have no idea if I will be able to fix our relationship. And I have no idea how I'm going to explain to my parents and Gianna what happened to my forehead.

Damn Blondie and her unstable mentality.

I wonder what she would do when she sees me with Kiefer tomorrow. I shuddered in fear. That woman is a psycho, no doubt. So I really have to watch my back.

These thoughts were running on my mind as I drifted off into dreamland.

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Kiefer picked me up today.

No, it's not because he cares about me. He said that making me his driver will emasculate him. So my task (first out of many) is to carry his books, yup I will be his walking locker and I won't complain.

As soon as he parked the car and turned off the ignition, I unbuckled my seat belt and exited his car knowing he won't be opening the car door for me.

It's not a date, unfortunately.

"So it's true?" Calvin whispered as he walked beside me.

We were on our way to our homeroom as I walked behind him in fear of getting attacked by blondie; and to face the scrutinizing gazes of our schoolmates. I found out just today that I only share my afternoon classes with him but for some reasons Kiefer managed to make me his classmate in every class for the whole year.

That's what he told me when I climbed in his car, instead of a plain good morning.

"What is?" I raised an eye brow at Calvin as I shifted the weight of the books I was carrying from my right arm to my left.

They're pretty heavy. Thanks Calvin for the help, I thought sarcastically.

"That you're going to be his personal slave." I nodded immediately.

"He suggested. I agreed." I mumbled shrugging as I ignored his pity look.

"Don't look at me like that. Don't worry about me kay, I'm perfectly fine. He won't hurt me. I mean, at least not physically." I murmured, unsure.

He sighed exasperated. "You're going to be the death of him." I was about to ask what he meant by that but he already walked ahead of me cutting our conversation abruptly.

The chatting of our classmates stopped as soon as we walked in. Good thing they weren't staring, not even glancing at us as they looked anywhere as if avoiding our presence at the same time they are scared of us being here.

"Sit beside me." Kiefer muttered.

I sat on his right then sighed in content as I placed the books on the table and stretched my hands upwards.