The Heartless Frankenstein (XIV Series #2)

Chapter One

Cat fights and Bandaids I

“Hey, are you Gwynn?”

I halted from my track saying, “I’ll call you back, okay?” and ended the call I was surprisingly enjoying with June the moment I heard my name being called. I spun around only to be welcomed by a girl I wasn’t familiar with. Quite disappointing really. I mean I didn't expect a man to say my name when it was basically as high-pitched of a voice as my sneeze. My brows arched as I examined the girl right before my eyes. Her forehead is covered with thick bangs that looked really old-fashioned and for some reason, this girl thought it would make it look better with a ten-inch wide headband. Her hair wasn't any better. It was so shiny. I'd guess she must have poured an entire bottle of essential oil there or something. She also wears socks that had ruffles on the ends like the ones elementary kids used – not to mention the accessories she was wearing. Bangles here, and thick round earring hoops— oh God, spare me from this disastrous sight.

"Hey! I'm talking to you!"

My brows went up at how the girl yelled at me. Who is this kid, and why is she talking to me as if I owe her bars of gold? “Achelois Gwynn Bartel, miss ma'am. Do I—”

“I’ll kill you!”

Before I could even finish my sentence, she ran towards me like a freaking ninja, grabbing my hair and pulling it to all sorts of direction unimaginable. I couldn’t even fight back because she pulled my head down so hard, she could rip off my hair if she pulled it one more time. I am convinced this girl grew up in a jungle with Tarzan or something. “What the hell is wrong with you?! I don’t even know you!” I try to move away from her but this kid was strong for how she looks. She’s terrifying.

“I will kill you with my own hands!”

I frowned. The pain I felt over my roots were starting to burn my soul. If I don't shove this woman away, she could rip my entire head off. “Listen, woman!" I yelled, clenching on her hands that were still gripping tight on my hair. "I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about so please get your stinking hands off my head!”

“HA!”

Ha? HA?!

“You think you can hide and take away my boyfriend just because no one’s looking?!” 

I scoffed in realization that this was a girl of someone I flirted with days or months ago. I should have expected this. Of course, it’s one of these girls. 

“How dare you seduce Hanson and now act like you don’t know anything!” The girl screamed her heart out. I almost felt sorry for her and let her pull my hair as she wished but I had way too much pride in me to let drag me around like that. "You're such a bi—"

At that, I pushed her away from me with all my power, brushing my hair to the back to glare at the annoying girl that just jumped right at me for reasons I could not accept. “Hanson?” I repeated the name of the guy she just mentioned in hopes a picture, or flashes of me being with him, would cross my mind. “Hanson?! I don’t even know that scumbag anymore!” I shouted back at her, fixing my vest after being crumpled by this stupid elementary kid for a face of a fifty-year-old woman.

“H-How… H-How—!”

I stepped back away from her and stopped her by lifting my hand up to her face. “Whatever happened between you two is not my fault!” I poke her forehead away from me which seemed to embarrass her. “It’s not my fault that he chose to go behind your back. You don’t look fun at all!”

“YOU f*****g WRENCH!” She ran to me in an attempt to pull my hair the way she did a while ago but this time, I made sure I grabbed a handful of hers as well so now we were pulling and pushing each other’s hair like cats fighting for a fish that stinks. The only difference was that I never really liked the fish so we were basically just fighting for, well, nothing really. “You think you can sleep with any guy you want?! You think you’re so beautiful you can—?!”

"I am beautiful! How dare you doubt my—"

"You're an ugly freaking giant with thunder thighs!"

I gasped at the awful thing she just called me. "I do not have thunder thighs!"

"You lying piece of—"

“I ONLY DO WHAT YOU’RE NOT CAPABLE OF DOING TO YOUR STUPID BOYFRIENDS YOU DUMB b***h!” I was already tired of Physical Education class this morning and here I am, fighting with a girl I didn’t even know. 

“I HATE YOU!” She suddenly threw her palms over my cheeks before I could even stop her.

I slapped her harder, of course. “I HATE YOU MORE!”

“What the hell is going on in here!”

The two of us froze as we both turned to where the voice came from. A teacher, which I haven’t had class with, stood between the two of us, throwing glares at me then to the girl and landed her eyes on me – expecting I’d come forth and say anything about what just happened knowing I was a part of the varsity. But the look gave off more like an I-know-you-did-it kind of look which was annoying.

“She attacked me first!” I yelled defending myself when I couldn’t take the blame-glare she was giving me. “I was chilling by the corner, waiting for my stupid best friend, and out of nowhere, this Edna Mode suddenly—”

“Edna Mode?!”

I raised my chin up towards the girl making sure she saw that I meant everything I said including her looking like Edna Mode – short, banged, and ugly. At least Edna’s smart. I reckon this girl can even multiply seven times seven. Even I don't know that.

“Enough, both of you! Everyone get to your classes!”

The girl stormed away with the teacher and everyone began doing what they were supposed to do. I looked away resting my hands over my waist in frustration. I bent down to pick up my fallen bag. Can’t even finish a fight you initiated.

I gave my hair one last fix before trying to straighten my perfectly ironed vest. I hissed in dismay, clicking my tongue as I made my way out of the building. What a way to end the day. I sighed before I collapsed down the bench just outside the department. What a great way to end my day. Imagine just having girls even chasing after you. It was enough that boys were head over heels for me.

There are three types of boys I mess around with: The challenge boys, the taken boys, and the treasure boys.

The challenge boys are just guys I find extremely interesting - so interesting that I get interested in them until, of course, they start liking me and I lose that interest. They don’t specifically like me but that’s what makes them a challenge to me. They’re the most satisfying ending I really like. Boys like these play hard to get which is thrilling and exciting to me. Who doesn't love a challenge after all?

The taken boys are the ones I absolutely hate the most but I still play with them regardless because, what the hell, it makes flirting fun. I don't like wrecking relationships. I just think sometimes if your man truly loves you, if he's truly loyal to you, he wouldn't flirt back. Otherwise, you're dating the wrong man, darling. These boys are so not contented with their girlfriends that they bite onto me like a dog.

These treasure ones are actually boys I don’t really try to date..? But I act friendly with them... Woah. That sounds heartless, but here me out. I know a good man when I see one so I don’t try to mess with them as much as I can because they just honestly don’t deserve that treatment. Instead of dating them and breaking their hearts, I get extra kind and comfortable around them to a point where they all just fall for how kind I am. That's not necessarily my fault right? Because I know my boundaries.

Being a playgirl has its perks. I can't particularly say it taints a good impression on me as a person but I guess I was just accustomed to this lifestyle ever since I found leisure in flirting with other people. I mean, I'm ready for my karma. I accept every consequence the odds will throw at me.

“ACHELOIS GWYNN BARTEL”

My eyes widened. I felt a large lump over my throat as I gulped.

"You..."

And that.

That's the type of guy you don't want to mess with.