ACE'S POV
I make an attempt to not shut my eyes. Everything is blurry, fuzzy, and smoky. It feels like I woke up after a war. I can't breathe. "Water." My voice is dry. It is moistureless, cracked, and gruff. Mom seizes hold of the water bottle and teems it down onto my glass. She feeds water to me.
"Are you okay, honey?" Mom puts a question wailing. She is shedding tears in pain. She must have thought I passed away. She lets me have some sugary and delightful hugs and kisses from her. She sweetly gives me a peck on the forehead.
"I am alright, mom." I comfort her.
"You should've cried for help."
"I couldn't, I am sorry."
"That's alright, Let's not talk about it. I am relieved to know you're fine."
Mom takes me in the arm and rubs my back. She holds me for five minutes. She gets back to work after a while and assigns tasks to our maids. We have a lot of workers in our house, So my mom doesn't really have to worry about me all the time. After my dad passed away. My mom has been working really hard. My dad left some legacy to us which was enough for my mom to start a business. She has power, authority, finances, and She has ME.
I am lying on my bed. A maid is beside me, cleaning the night table.
"What about that girl?" I rasp while I hold my neck lightly to make me speak.
"Huh? What girl?"
"That girl." I strive to speak.
"I have no idea."
"Was I alone?"
"Yes, sir."
That's strange. She was with me. She knocked me out. I still remember how strongly she held my nape and coerced me to pass out. What's wrong with her? She looked as though as she is a nice person when she was lecturing me about happiness or whatever. She turned out to be a monster. She can indeed kill a person. My opinion has now changed overnight.
She assumes happiness doesn't exist while I presume it does. She states It peters out forever. Reversing it, I posit that it comes back. She has no fear. Oppositely, I live in fear. We are two immensely different people who were meant to encounter each other.
2 weeks later
Thenceforth, that incident took place in the pit, I have not been able to run into her. I have been sleeping, eating, and playing games. I have got into no trouble. Maybe it's because we both haven't crossed paths for weeks. The trouble gets under my way just at the moment I link up with her. I have recovered from my sore and swelling throat. My voice is back to its feet and has regained its strength and it is now even deeper.
I am walking to my class. Everyone is out of everything. The cheerleading team seems to not be interested in me at all. They comprehend me as a typical good-guy. They give me no disturbance. I am pinning my hope to not bump into that crazy girl. I set foot in the class. I take my seat and continue to pretend to study. It maintains my good boy image which I failed to keep alive from a mad dog.
There's a girl beside my seat who is head over heels for me. I undeniably want to swap seats with somebody right now. There's no problem with the girl. She's sweet, lovable, and simple-minded, but not the type of girl I crave. I am out of her league. To be honest, She likes me because of my persona right now. If I were to flare-up from this fake personality of mine, I won't have to deal with her. My type of girls will come chasing after me. They'll come rushing and will be ready to commit themselves to me.
The difficult time of the day is over. I walk out of the class. I am setting out to the soccer field. I don't play soccer in high school. I need to hide my skill and my everything. Let's say, I just need to stay out of the spotlight and be a classy shy guy.
The Soccer field I am walking to arrive actually takes a lot of time to reach. I still prefer to walk there. It feels fresh to walk by ravine and glimpsing at the streambank. To tell the truth, the path I am choosing to stroll a long way is a shortcut. As long as I know, Nobody knows about this shortcut. Because even if anybody knew, this path would be crowded and filled up to the capacity. Well, I depart by myself but my mom picks me up when returning.
I am on my way, peeping and fixing my gaze at everything around me and enjoying the scenery. The dawn is almost setting forth.
"Hey!"
Someone clamors triple times. It creates an echo. That voice sounded oddly familiar. I don't turn around or move for a length of time. Who knows that the route I had always been taking might turn out to be illegal?
Shit, What have I gotten myself into?
I eventually turn around.