Ever since yesterday, Charissa had a hard time sleeping; she continuously stomped her feet, covering her forehead with her hands.
"You are not in your right mind." Janet boldly spoke.
"Obviously! One guy who was supposed to hate me changed his mind and confessed to me. The other guy saved me and now I owe him-"
"What's so bad about owing? As long as you don't have to date Ethan?" Elissa interrupted.
"The bad part is what I'll have to do to repay him! What if he takes revenge on me by making me his slave? It's all because that professor didn't come on time to class!" she mumbled.
Janet patted Charissa's head, "Why would he take revenge on you? You're just shocked after his confession."
"Yeah, you are overthinking things... Ethan sure did a number on you mentally." Elissa added.
"You have to expect that from a virgin who never got confessed to before." Janet gave a thumbs-up to Elissa. She was enjoying this.
Charissa suddenly rose from her seat, "People had a crush on me, but not the courage to ask me out, so it's a guarantee I don't have experience under that topic!" She yelled and marched to the performing arts hall.
"Of course, neither did you have the courage to confess!" Janet ridiculed.
Everyone in the cafeteria soured in confusion.
To take her mind off of things Charissa marched wanted to play the piano. When she got close to the room, she heard a familiar tune.
"Why would anybody play Wedding March?" She muttered while peeking inside, and there he was. The 'anyone' who played 'Wedding March'. He was waiting for her arrival. Charles ended his beautiful melody when he saw Charissa frozen in front of the door.
"What are you doing? Were you astonished by my greatness after I helped you yesterday? Virgin." He pestered.
Charissa cringed, "Disgusting worm?" She broke from her confinement and walked over to the sofa, "Why is everyone calling me a virgin?" She muttered, gracefully taking a seat.
"It is a given that anyone your age should have at least a minimum amount of experience when it comes to confessions and dating," Charles explained. He rose from the stool and came closer to Charissa, grinning.
"I couldn't speak because he was squeezing my face. You don't know how strong he was. Or else I would've rejected him myself!" An excuse she couldn't give to Janet.
Charles gestured at the tea table. There was a paper on top of it. She took a quick look at Charles and then picked the paper. When she read what was in it, her brows raised.
"Your debt can be paid with that," Charles said.
"Isn't this a bit too much for a favor?"
"Unless you want him following you around and confessing to you each time till you accept, then yes, it is."
She snickered, "Didn't you do the same: just like now?" She paused for a minute and put the paper down. "So, this is my advantage from the contract? I help you break off that engagement while you keep the senior at bay. Fine. You cornered me! Isn't this what you wanted?"
Charles sat down next to her and lent her a pen. "Partially, yes I did corner you. If I had known it would be this easy then I would've done it a long time ago."
Charissa sighed after she signed the contract. "Nothing more and nothing less. With this, we're unofficially a couple." She stood up, "Once we're done with our missions, we break up!"
"It is only for two months. I'll call you when I need you and... vice versa." He shrugged.
Charles kept the original copy of the contract and gave Charissa a photocopy. She did have the other paper from last time.
In my opinion, everything worked smoothly for Charles. But did it now? It is about time Charissa met her new rival.
Speaking about the unofficial couple, this must be told: Ethan called his two lackeys for love advice. Sitting at the bench in front of the Banyan tree, Ethan rested his chin on the back of his hand.
"Is it true that you confessed?" The short lackey questioned.
"I can't believe I did! What was I thinking?!" Ethan whined.
"You mean what you felt?" The other lackey corrected.
"Yeah, yeah! How am I gonna face her tomorrow? More importantly, why did I suddenly become like this?!" Ethan was now stomping his feet.
"I never knew Ethan could behave like this!"
"She sure did a number on him mentally. Or maybe this is also an act from the two-face personality?" The two lackeys muttered among themselves.
Later in the evening, Janet and Elissa invited Charissa to the Arcade.
While they were playing a car simulation, "Let's party!" Elissa was overjoyed out of the blue.
"Why?" Charissa asked.
"Because you are no longer a virgin!" She answered.
If this was a comic, you could see Charissa's rage marks on her face.
To add some more spice, Janet also joined Elissa, "Yeah! Let's order beer!"
"This is an Arcade, not a bar you two!" Charissa groaned.
Charissa had already told them about the contract on their way here. She knew that both of them could keep secrets, as keeping secrets is what made the trio, 'Black Dirt'.
The trio went to play Pac-a-mac next. Janet watched while Elissa and Charissa played.
"Say~ Don't you think that'll become a real romance story where they marry?" Elissa whispered to Janet, peeking at her face.
Janet leaned over to Elissa's ear, "I don't know... Should we give them a push? I do think they're a match."
"Me too!" Elissa yelled with excitement.
"Shhh...."
Luckily Charissa couldn't hear since she was on the other side.
"Sorry~" she giggled. "Besides~ As Cherry said, Charles doesn't have much of a reason to specifically involve Cherry in his business. I say he likes her~"
Janet and Elissa glanced at each other. "Hehehe..." Elissa chuckled. Janet also grinning.
"What are you guys laughing about?" Charissa asked, peeping over.
"Nothing you should know..." Janet said.
A little scheme between two friends against Charissa, their best friend. It's all but friendly. Such support can only be given by a cute shorty pie and tall smarty pants.
'Am I the only one getting the chills from these two?' Charissa mused.
That night, Charles sent a message to Charissa: 'Let's go on a date this Sunday. Meet me at the 'XXX Mall' at 12.00. On the dot!' It read.
Charissa lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, wondering whether or not to go, 'The only reason he must've called me was because his bride might be somewhere around there.' She guessed.