Killian:
Looking at the closed door, I wanted to curse. All the profanities were swirling in my head right after realizing I don’t have a home to stay in. And my plans
suddenly became worthless.
If only Saskia told me about that important rule ahead of time, I should have planned
about the house as well.
I heave a deep breath.
I guess I don’t have a choice but to force my mate to shelter me for a while.
I waited for the door to open again. But whenever it did, it’s not my mate who stopped
out of the door. Girls, different girls are coming in and out of that door.
Darn! How long is she going to stay inside?
It was freezing cold outside here, maybe it's the holiday season for humans. But I don't care at all. My body was built not to feel less uncomfortable just as how
ordinary humans did.
What I am concerned about is, I don’t like the feeling that most of the girls who came
out used to look at me, bathing lashes as if those will enchant me.
No one would ever affect me just the way my mate did. And I am dying to see her again, face to face.
I looked up at the window on the third floor. I felt like someone was watching me.
And I was right… I met those stunningly beautiful pairs of green eyes.
Yzabelle:
I once again glanced through the window. I could not help but think about that
handsome guy outside the gate.
No, handsome was an underestimate. He was utterly gorgeous. For a few seconds, I
was stunned by his perfection, I almost thought I was seeing an apparition of a
Greek god in aristocratic feels.
He had this novelty feel, but I am not certain what ranks.
Well, I don’t know such novelties though. I was never interested in them since I
am busy with my own life, living alone just to escape my wicked stepmom and
stepsister, Hailey.
Sounds cliché, right?
Yeah, but that’s my reality. My Dad married a woman with an evil daughter just like her.
And they were trying their very best to kick me out of the house.
And yeah, you are also right for thinking that I just gave them a favor when I left the
Manor.
I don’t care. I just don’t want them to win, ruining my relationship with my father. I still wanted to salvage what I had with Dad, by moving out and living alone.
Oh, I am Yzabelle Bathory, anyway. I am a college student in my last year. I’ll graduate
in two months or three, finally.
And right now, me and my best friend, Kate, are very busy with our research paper. The deadline was so near we were just halfway with it.
“Hey Yzza? What’s there outside that you keep glancing at? You are losing focus.”
Kate glanced at the window that I kept on looking at. I quickly covered the window with its curtain.
“That’s nothing. I was just checking the weather outside. You know, if it rains snow, I don’t know how I will be able to go home? I can’t stay here since I am not a tenant here too,” I lied, well, it’s a half lie.
It's true that I worried about the rain. But it’s also a lie that I am worried about the weather. I am worried that she might see the guy I am looking at outside.
I don’t know why I do that. But I have this feeling that I don’t want Kate to know that I can’t keep my eyes away from that certain guy.
I knew girls from this dormitory must have been struck dumbfounded when they laid their eyes on him.
And Christ! Why do I even bother thinking about that? Why did those thoughts affect me really hard? I have this feeling that if I can hide that guy in my pocket, I will.
Geez! You are crazy, Yzabelle Bathory! What in the world are you thinking of being possessive over a guy you didn’t know?
I kept on scolding myself.
Let’s get back to business, self.
“So, I was done with the campus survey. What would be my next?” I forced myself to focus on the task given to me.
Since we were at Kate’s dormitory and she shared the room with other girls, we better finish what’s left before the other roommates come.
“Come to think of it, why don’t we do it at your place?” Kate suddenly suggested.
I sighed. “I already told you. There was some maintenance work in my apartment. It will be very noisy there. We can’t focus on doing our thing.”
And that was true. Even though I moved out, Dad made sure I am living in a nice place. He was the one who chose the apartment for me, regardless of my refusal. He asked someone to check the place once a month, and do some renovation according to my convenience.
Of course Hailey and stepmom weren’t happy with that. I already got away from their meal plans against me. I was living a fine and peaceful life away from them. And I am still able to keep my good relationship with my father.
Serves you right, bitches!
Kate shrugged her shoulders and put her focus back to our research works.
“You do the third part, I am almost done with the second. Then, we will wrap all this up before submitting to our prof for approval before we do the final part,” Kate answered nonchalantly. But her eyes seemed to travel back to the window.
I clutched on the curtain, ensuring that she would not see what’s outside.
Kate suddenly chuckled. I was confused with her action, I frowned my forehead.
“What?” I asked her.
“Gosh! Look at you, clutching at the window curtain, I almost thought you were trying to hide something from me.” She commented with a laugh. “Seriously, what is there outside that you don’t want to show me?”
Yeah, what is there outside that I don't want to show Kate? It was just a handsome guy–that you will certainly not meet everyday.
There, I admit it. For the first time, a guy caught my attention.
And as horrible as it may sound, why in the world, I silently wished he was mine?