Zach is looking at a bird. And also he is watching the whole sky which has pink and orange mixed color here and there.
The sun is rising. That beautiful blue bird is now singing beside another one. He found it cute so he smiled but soon after he remembers Stella's face his smile turned into the saddest expression.
Even though he kissed Madison, even though Madison was his ex, even though he wanted Madison back.... he wanted to make Stella happy.
"I failed." he said.
He didn't sleep whole night cuz he knows he's gonna have nightmares which he can't stand. He feels terrible. The worst person alive.
But why couldn't he control himself? Why was he so desperate to kiss Madison nowadays? Was he getting all those feelings back? Which he had for Madison years ago? If so why was he also caring about Stella? What the hell is actually happening man!?
All these questions are running through his confused mind. He's tired if hurting himself all the time. He decided not to go to college today as he can't face Stella.
After getting up from a nightmare, "F**k!" was the first word Stella said. She woke up early but sat on the bed with the sheets on.
Silence is peaceful to her but this dead silence is also making her feel uncomfortable and worse. 'Or is it just my mind?' She thought. She decided to not to go to college as well.
She just don't want to see his face. His pretty face with sinful desires with Madison.
Even if she can stand to see his face...she knows that she won't be able to control her fists from punching Madison.
So it's better to stay away from them for a few days.
"I'll just pretend I'm ill." She hit a plan. After a while when it's her time to go to college, she took a towel, make the geisure on and wet the towel with hot water. She put that on her forehead so that the heat spread on her face. After doing so she lay down on bed and faked taking a rest. As per her plan Deborah came to scold her for being late she found her laying & groaning from pain.
"Stella?...What happened sweetie?" She asked with concern.
"I don't know. I'm just not feeling well and my.. my back aches." She said with perfect acting. Deborah put her back of the hand on Stella's forehead and found that she had a fever.
"Oh darling! How did you caught a fever? Did you stand for a long time under shower?" "No...I didn't do anything." She protested. Deborah hurried to go downstairs to take a handkerchief which she could put on Stella's forehead after wetting it with cold water.
And Stella almost burst out laughing but she controlled it while Deborah came so quickly.
"Don't worry you'd be fine my warrior. At least you get ill so less often unlike Beth. Take rest, I'll take Beth to school and pick her up. You take care of yourself. Have lunch. Bye."
Soon after Deborah left she let out a sigh. "What a masterpiece plan, Stella! Well done." She pats her own head. After they leave the house, she gets up from bed and goes downstairs for some food. Even if she doesn't have any appetite, her stomach is hurting by the hydrochloric acid that's literally filling up her empty stomach. Or we should say that's literally destroying thousands of her cells on stomach. That's why it hurts after all.
She knows her mum isn't gonna come home before afternoon as she has works to take care of. Beth ain't coming home before afternoon either. She's free to do whatever she wills.
"Wow! Your plan made my day!" She shouts excitedly inside her head.
While dancing out of happiness she opens the refrigerator to looks for some food first. All she have is some spaghetti which they had last night. But she literally felt like vomiting by looking at it.
"I feel like eating.... " after thinking for a whole eternity while sitting on the table she decides, "Naga cheese Burger & milkshake!"
[Yeah that would work. When you'll feel really spicy you can drink the milkshake, so yummy.] her mind replied.
Without thinking anything she dressed up like a mafia girl, wearing full black again with horny and dangerous looking chains. Black and silver colored rings. Her one special ring which is "S" in shape which has horns covering it. More dangerous!
"Uhm, perfect. Well...a bit less than perfect but perfect!" She looks herself in the mirror and thinks she tried to look like a rockstar.
But ended up looking like a mafia girl.
[Works for me.] Her mind said.
[Now let's go..]
She headed to McDonald's with a cab but it was closed for a reason. So she headed more far ahead, this time walking, to meet up the Burger King.
She starts to cross the road and almost while she was at the other side, a car with really high speed starts coming from her left. Seeing that she gets so shocked that she wasn't even able to move. She thought it was her last day.
[You're gonna die] her mind added to her thoughts.
She literally closed her eyes while screaming while facing the car and suddenly a man held her mouth with his both hands.
She shot her eyes wide open to see what just happened. Is she dead. Why didn't it hurt? Am I in heaven or hell? But all she could see was two cars, one is upside down while a man is dead inside the car and another car full of destruction maybe that is the one which saved her life.
After gaining her conscious she felt someone's hand on her mouth. She slapped the hands away and turned around saying "Why are you covering my mouth damn it!?" Turning around, her eyes couldn't believe whom she just saw.
A man fully drenched with his own sweats and blood running over his forehead but he is standing looking at her calmly. As if he doesn't have any emotion nor any feelings that his forehead is bleeding so badly by the cut. Even though all of those blood and sweat, he looks perfectly hot...[and and handsome] her mind added.
She blinked several times in front of him trying to figure out why he looks so familiar. He smirked at her and said, "Thank me later...."
He crossed the distance between them and while walking by her side, he whispered in her ears, "You look hot."
Hearing his sentence she just remembered who that is and she stands like a statue after knowing he just saved her and killed someone else.
Damn he's the Man in Black Suit from Pinewood bar, that day.
She looks at him while he walks away.
She feels disgusted as she sees he's holding a bloody gun. Suddenly she had a urge to touch his shoulders and say thank you in real... for saving her life.