Cupid And Pyscho

Chapter~4

Its been a week and Aethan Machiavello was stuck on his thoughts about the woman she met. Its been his obsession, the thing is that he develop interest in 'rare' people. He wanna confirm it by himself if he is right on his first guess about her.

He grab his phone next to the on his bed, his been lying for 3 hours and its already 11 of the night. "Come on Aethan! Use your brain, think on how you can reach her". His been returning back to the same store everyday hoping she might see her again, her smiles, her big brown innocent eyes, her Angelic face... But its not easy finding someone in the whole California without knowing her name. A search of a needle in the haystack...

If only his feet moved back then, he could have talk to her, ask her number... But damn it... Things dont go the way he wanted... And his stuck on his though, a torment in his brain.

He hug his pillow turn the lights off, close his eyes, and try not to remember his so called "Pysche / Pyscho".

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Aethan Machiavello prepared his breakfast, he prepared a sunny side up egg, fried rice and some fried ham. Its 5 am in the Tuesday morning, his class is at 7:30. He always comes early... It would put lots of nonsense noise in his head, if a vast of students that stares him at the same time is too much to handle... No wonder he call them 'fleas'.

He takes hes bath, munch his food and starts the engine of his baby black Ducati Panigale R, he's in no mood for a walk. He just lost some interest to find someone weird enough to catch his attention... Maybe he did found one...

He grips the throttle and release the clutch, the sound of his Big bike roars down to the street. He's a good rider, he had been joining street racing, but her mom finds out his doing, ended up grounded for the whole month...

He park his motorcycle put his helmet out, walks to his room without paying attention to those on his way. It would be a miracle if he'd greet someone or even wave his hand or say, hi and hello... What would people expect from a person like him that hates socializing... He hates stupid mindset, he hates basic things, common things. Everyone sees him as what he appears and he knows that, but very-very few  only understand what he is.

He takes his seat, pulled some paper and pencil out of his backpack. He in the midst of desperation. "If I cant find you then I'll let you find me".

He reminiscence the woman, her bluish hair, her big brown eyes, and her beguiling smile. He took out the pen and start sketching...

It was 9 am, all of his classmates are staring at him. "Its a miracle, he did not sleep".

"What is he up to?".

"Let him be, dont disturb my baby". Charmaine silence the wonders and question in the room.

But his  focus was to sketch her correctly, he had an idea to post poster and to social media about the woman he had seen. Its an idea out of desperation, he is inactive in social media... But lots of people are following on his twitter and Instagram accounts. Its huge help for him, if he can't find the needle in the haystack then he can ask for help to find for it...

The class was finished, he walks to the hallway with a smile. Women giggles as he walk pass by, seeing someone cold as him beam happily.

He rode his Ducati Panigale R drive it out the campus. Leaving the roaring sound of the 1000 cc monster bike, he's in hurry, and excited.

He must call his best friend...

He got home, thrown his bag at the couch and make a call. He need some help, and Sam can really help him. His childhood best friend, they parted cause Sam has to go to other university, even after the accident Sam was always there for him. He look her up as his younger sister, and he's confident and happy to her.