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Quick Author's note:

Thank you guys so much for the votes and for noticing my book UwU~<3 *sparkles*

...And I forgot to tell you guys that I do not tolerate and/or support violence.

Please do not romanticize some things that are happening in this book.

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Apat

~ f l a s h b a c k ~

Jereck's POV

I stared at her. She's laughing with the transferees. Her eyes squinting whenever she shows that annoying, innocent smile.

When will I remove that smile that infuriates me to the core? I hate her. Her kindness, her smile, her laugh, her innocent face. Everything about her.

She has everything. Best grades, charm, money and good friends.

While me? Ha, even my own parents loathe me.

I walked out of the room and walked away, moving towards my hellhole, my so-called "home", or whatever you want to call it, which is a few blocks away from my school.

Tomorrow I will execute my plan. I want to kidnap her, lock her... make her miserable and drag her to hell with me.

The first thing I heard when I opened the door to my house...

"You fagg*t! Clean this up!" Father said in his usual angry voice. Throwing the beer bottle on the wall, it shattered to pieces.

I cleaned it up, went upstairs and changed to my work uniform. I work at a small cafe nearby to help my parents with money even though it mostly ends up for my father's liquor and mother's gambling.

Despite everything they've done and how they've treated me, I never hated them. Even if they don't accept me when I came out of the closet. Yes, I am attracted to boys; to men, but my sexuality is not open to the public because I'm afraid I'll get judged. How can they accept me if my own parents can't?

I saw a good looking boy around my age approaching the counter that I was in. I blushed. Then I saw him called someone, a girl. His girlfriend maybe. I smiled bitterly at them.

I put on my everyday mask, a fake smile. Imagining that I am her with him, happy together and openly in love. I then took their order after they've decided what to get.

The girl's smile is like Fleur's. It annoys me. I want to erase that smile from her face, but I want to erase Fleur's more.

I can't wait any longer. After some time, I went to back to my hellhole and laid on my small, hard bed.

So many thoughts filled my mind. Can I do this? My conscience might swallow me whole and change my mind.
I dozed off and silently slept.

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I did my daily routine and the next thing I knew is that I was now in front of our classroom.

My heart's beating so fast. Nervousness building up in my chest. Small beads of sweat rolled down my forehead as I entered the room.

'Don't do it, I know you're good and just jealous about some things,' my good side said.

But no, I already made up my mind. I plastered a fake smile on my face and looked at the whole class.

"Good morning Vice Pres," Fleur said while bowing her head. My right eye twitched. Why does she always have to be nice? I just gave her a nod.

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