The Price of being Pretentious

Chapter Eighteen: Torment

That night was one of the worst nights in my life. The first dinner with the Simmons didn't end well. I was not able to say goodbye to Uncle Jude, which was a rude thing to do as a guest. I don't know how to apologize to them, especially to Paris.

I was back again at school hoping I wouldn't see Paris after the classes. I asked some of his classmates if he was around, but thankfully they said he was absent. However, some part of me felt sorry about what happened.

While I was at my locker, returning the books I've used for the classes. I heard some girls shrieking. Crowds were rushing the hallways. The center of the lobby cleared as the double doors opened. Then a silhouette of a man was revealed. As he entered, his face was becoming more vivid to my eyes. It was Paris Simmons. I was taken aback as I saw him in a clean cut. I gasped, but air escaped my mouth many times.

He looked more attractive on a clean cut. No doubt. But how did cutting his hair make my heart ripped into pieces? Right. Because knowing that he dared to cut his hair only meant one thing. He was forgetting about his childhood crush, which was me. He did the right thing. He should forget about me. But why does it hurt like crazy?

Venice appeared on one corner. Then Paris wraps his hands on her waist. Putting on a show, huh. How did they become that close? So mysterious. They really should enter show business. Since both of them were born to be great actors. Look how everyone was so convinced with their drama! As they passed by my locker, I saw those baby blue eyes directed towards me. Damn you, playboy! I want to scream that on his face. But that would be pathetic. This part is the thing that I don't want to see. I immediately closed my locker, then hurried to leave.

It felt like I was about to be suffocated. I want to go somewhere with plenty of air to fill my lungs. I want to scream to let out this lump on my throat. I've reached the rooftop huffing and puffing for air.

'Hey.' A familiar voice called.

I turned around and I didn't expect he was here.

'Scot.' I said almost like a whisper.

'I think he's tormenting you like hell.'

'Probably.' I walked closer to the railings.

'Wanna shout? Go ahead. Don't mind me.'

'I was about to do so.' I said, then I took a deep breath. 'Aaaaaaaaaaaah! Damn you, jerk! I want to rip you to pieces!' I shouted at the top of my lungs.

'I have bad news to you, London.'

'What?' I asked seriously.

He bit his lip in hesitation. 'The engagement meeting will be this Saturday.'

'Oh, that.' I said, which sounded like I knew it already.

'So what's your plan?'

'Let's get along with it. Make them think that we're not doing something about it.'

He nodded. 'That's a good plan. But what if they set a date for a wedding?'

I shook my head. 'No. Dad can't set a wedding date. There were sudden fluctuations in the stocks lately. He had no funds to set the wedding himself.'

'You know your job well.' He smiled as he complimented me.

'Scot, I am the type of person who notices everything, but stays quiet.'

'Then I should be careful not to make you mad from now on. You are a silent tiger yourself.'

We both laughed.

'But from now on, I won't stay silent. I've had enough of their dominance. It's time that I should steer my wheel.' I said, looking determined.

'I hope this part of you won't change.'