Chapter Seven: A Girl In-Love

                Mhatt- Okay then. We’ll meet tomorrow. :D

                zelle- Uhmmm.. That’d be eight hours from now. XD

                Mhatt- Yeah.. haha. Forgot about the time.

                zelle- Can I get your digits? Just in case shit happens…

                Mhatt- Okay..

                Cezille Svartsevich screamed at her pillow and rolled over her bed. It lasted for a minute or two until she realized that her older sister is watching her.

                “Hey, brunette.” Alexandria said as she turned on the lights on Cezille’s room.

                “What is it, blondie?” Cezille then showed her usual poker face as if nothing happened. Her face is blushing though.

                “I know you’re doing something funny. Don’t go overboard or I swear over our name that I’ll be the one who’ll hang you on a tree near some park.”

                Cezille then hugged her pillow and pretended to be an innocent little girl with her big dreamy blue eyes. “I’m so scared…. Daddy….”

                “You never loved dad.” Alexandria turned off the lights and added “You never loved anyone…”

                What does she know? Cezille then closed her door and jumped back to her bed. Does loving someone on a coma called ‘love’? Why make him suffer? And they even said that they’ll find a way to wake him up. If it’s Claire, then I’ll believe. But Alex? That’s bullshit.

                She tried her best to fall asleep. However, she just couldn’t take Matthew’s smile out of her mind. His meek attitude, simplicity and being serious at most times. Cezille doesn’t know why, but somewhere deep inside her, she wants to be the one who’ll make him happy. And I know that I am well suited for that job. The first time that she met Matthew was when they held a party on their house, which was two months ago. It was Matthew, Albert, Milly, Claire and her sister’s party for their club being established. Her sister invited her but she doesn’t want to, due to the reason that she hates people. Cezille then observed that Matthew is not like other guys. Albert was too. However, there is something in Matthew that she just couldn’t understand why her heart throbs over such a guy. Even though Albert had more ‘face quality’, Cezille couldn’t take her eyes off Matthew. Was it ‘love at first sight?’ She asked herself. It made her laugh though. Every day at school, she would stalk Matthew in everything he does. She then knew that she should’ve accepted the invitation her sister gave her. Looking from afar with her longing gaze, she watched Matthew smiling at another girl, talking to another girl, holding the hand of another girl and kissing another girl. It broke her heart every day. Cezille knew that it was her fault in the first place so she knew she had to do something. It was just yesterday that she decided to change her fate.

                It was a cold morning where the sun has yet to rise. She ordered Vincent, her eighteen year-old part-time butler to threaten Keiren to break up with Matthew. Vincent’s family had always been loyal to the Svartsevich. Vincent is the fifth generation of their family to serve the Svartsevich. Vincent is tall and handsome. He’s the type of guy that a girl would swoon the moment he is seen. His smiles are always perfectly matched with his deep eyes and K-pop like hair. A total girl killer. Both figuratively and literally. Since he had his dark secrets of his own that consist of literally, killing girls. And boys. And men and women.

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                She did not know what Vincent told Keiren, but she never cared. As long as she would break up with the man she loves.

                I’d do anything for love. She said to herself as she tried to justify her actions.

                She followed Keiren after school. Vincent, standing in a distance. Vincent smiled at her. The moment Keiren met up with Matthew, she started to cry and talk as if she is pained.

                This is right. I am making things right.

                “YOU’RE FUCKING UGLY!!!!” Those were the only words that she heard.

                I guess that’s my cue. Cezille walked towards Matthew and she heard him utter words that she did not hear.

                “Don’t believe her. She’s a liar.” Cezille said. She almost laughed because what she just said was true. Cezille wanted to kiss him on his cheek, however, she could not find the courage to do so. Instead, she told him “And you’re not ugly.” Then walked away.

                Back to reality.

                She just dozed off the class thinking of just that… like she always did. Matthew, Matthew, and Matthew alone. Cezille just couldn’t wait for them to talk in person. Time was not her ally this time. It moved slowly. For her, a second felt like an hour. And an hour felt like a decade. She was uneasy. She played with her pen. She twirled it as she stared at the blackboard. All she hears were static. All she wanted was the class to be over. Every minute, she would look on her watch. Cezille wanted to turn her watch’s hour hand. As if turning it would make the time go faster. She thought. Cezille never felt like this before. Her heartbeat went faster than normal just thinking of what to say to Matthew when she is standing in front of her. It made her giggle and forget that she is still in the classroom. Everyone stared at her with critical eyes since she is known to be the ‘cool and calm’ type. Cezille almost gave a sigh of relief that their teacher is late. She just stared back at them.

                *Bzzzzt bzzzttt*

                Her phone vibrated. She took it from her skirt pocket and she read something that made her smile. “Would you like to have lunch later? I mean, I’m getting hungry…. --,” It was a message from Matthew.

                “That’d be nice.” She said aloud as she replied as she tried to hide her smile. But if a mirror would happen to be in front of her, she’d see her creepy smile.

                And thus, the time she waited has come.

                Cezille lowered her headphones. “Hey…”

                “You’re… zelle?” Matthew asked.

                “Yup.” She didn’t know what to say.

                “So… what is it that you want?” He asked with nervousness on his voice. His both hands were in his pockets.

                “I already got it.” Cezille smiled as she placed her headphones again. “They are probably waiting for you at the clubroom.” She said as she walked away.

                “Hey wait!!" Matthew ran and grabbed her by the shoulder. “Want to come with me? Let’s play Dystergia together...” Then he thought that he doesn’t want to sound that he is forcing her. “...if you want to, that is.”

                Cezille paused for a while to think. She thought that an opportunity like this won’t come again. Like that day when Alex invited me to join the party….

                She smiled at Matthew. A smile as bright as the morning sun. “Alright.”