Serial Admirer

Chapter 6

Sebastian viewed the shimmer of her shoes with a visible amount of fright on his face. "It's... It's you. The girl last time—it's you." He narrowed his eyes to initiate a more careful look, analyzing the very figure of the girl in front of him.

Her face was not entirely visible. The shadow that crept over the entire room was blocking the image of the upper part of her body. The spotlight at the center was only able to include her red slippers and the hint of her pink skirt; she was probably wearing a dress.

"What do you want from us?" Sebastian initiated a question, although he stuttered quite a lot. "Show yourself! What do you think you're doing?"

"Ah, our leader's trying to present himself a brave man, isn't he? How lovely. Don't be too excited now, boys, you'll be gazing all your pretty little eyes over me soon," she claimed, making Sebastian clench his teeth. "Oh, I promise you Seb, you will love me."

"Just show your f*****g face and shut up!" Sebastian chided loudly, transcendently mad. He could not take it any longer—it was too maddening to see all of them in that situation.

"Chill! Why are you so... thrilled? Did my slippers provoke you? It made you want to see me that badly, huh, Seb?" The lady giggled piercingly, and the sound of her footsteps started to frighten the boys.

Johann, on the other hand, was so infuriated that he rolled his fists into weak, powerless balls. No matter how much he tried, he could not regain his strength.

"I was getting ready for my grand entrance, but since you're all awake and are eager to witness my finest look yet, then fine. You leave me no choice," the lady softly cooed; so soft that it became harder for the boys to imagine what a single fanatic like her could do.

The dark side of the room was vividly making her silhouette perceptible. She slowly walked out to the light and took steps towards the eleven boys sitting on wooden chairs. It was that time—the moment she had been waiting for. The boys' eyes were immediately caught by her exceptional pink dress. Her red slippers were just as noisy as the blue ones. It was such a huge surprise, for no one could deny her beauty. "Surprise!"

Sebastian's eyes grew bigger. Is she one of those paparazzi? But how can someone like her do something this terrible? He asked himself, heart pounding crazily. Although after seeing how the lady looked—brown and curly hair, small and delicate face, fine nose, fair skin and red lips—no one among the boys felt calmness. Instead, they became even more agitated and curious of her identity.

"What a beautiful day it is to finally meet you. Hello, XYZ. You can call me Sunny." The mysterious lady stood in front of them confidently with a smile on her face. "I'm the one who brought you here, and starting from this moment..." She glanced at their eyes, scanning and viewing their confused faces. "I will be your girlfriend."

The boys began to gasp with their eyes dilated as they looked at each other in pure dismay. Dominic perused his left and saw how Johann's eyes quivered in resentment. It gave his chest a throbbing pain, so he looked away quickly and turned to the mysterious girl in front of them. "Why are you doing this? What do you want? Do you need money? Fame?"

Dominic was mad; he could not stop his emotions. He couldn't even feel the scars around his body, for he was too numb. "What if I want men? What if I want kids, Dominic, will you give me kids?" The lady leaned her face to Dominic as she let the words out sarcastically. She smirked, and then she held her hands to the young boy's chin. "Isn't it obvious? I want you. All of you! That's why you're here."

She turned to her back with her still and confident expression. "You're here to be mine. You know, I've been supporting you for a series of times. I've been the most loyal fan of yours—I should say I am your serial admirer, your lover. I loved you to the point that I would go crazy for you all, although I admit that at first I was mad because there are so many people adoring you." She looked down while fiddling with her fingers. "It felt like I had millions of competitors. You have no idea how long I've waited for this, and now, I can have you all for myself!" Her loud but womanly delicate voice filled the atmosphere with great tension.

The eleven boys looked at her with dread and incertitude.

"Do you understand? Well, you should. You don't have a choice. From now on, you will all be my boyfriends," she enthusiastically exclaimed. Johann's eyes were wet—just a blink would make his tears fall. He breathed out hard.

"Please, don't do this... We have our families too," Johann begged. He could not help it. His voice was almost cracking as he let out those words. The girl stepped slowly and steadily, not missing a single glance at Johann. She looked him in the eyes—those calm and soft hazel eyes of hers were so much accented that Johann couldn't avoid looking at them. It was glistening in the radiance delimiting the vanity.

She smiled. "What's wrong, Johann? I am family. I will be your family. I am all yours, Johann—well of course, if you win the show like you did before," she teased. Her eyes moved around as if she was taunting the boys. "Oh, that's what I forgot to mention! The show's terms and conditions."

Johann immediately narrowed his eyes as his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "What do you mean?"

"You know, I'm not really in need of a lot of boys..." The lady looked away from Johann's furious eyes and slowly walked past the confused boy. "I now have you all, but I only need a husband! Who among you should I eliminate?" She continued on to Johann's left, considering that Johann was the one sitting at the center of the straight line formed by the chairs with shocked and nervous males, now starting to shake in confusion and fear.