Chapter 8
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Mia
This is the story of how I murdered miles, and I don't regret it.
The sky was blue...no red.
The atmosphere was thick and foggy with loathe lingering in the air.
I'm taller than expected and in my hand was his heart, pumping with blood trickling and decorating my hand with pleasure.
I look down at his stunning...no soulless body as he crawls to beg me for his life.
I exhaled softly, snapping out of my queer imaginations and hitting the mop in my hand hard on the tanned floor like I was seeing his face.
"Miles!" I yelled, vibrating with fury to an extent the mop in my hand broke in two places.
Earlier, after being caught with the s*x toys he sent me to get from someone, I was assigned to clean the basketball court.
Not alone though but with two other girls. It's better than detention and for my act, a greater punishment was meant to be given to me which makes it more weird.
Oh the humiliation and I had to hide my face, awaiting to be the talk of the day.
Somehow, my case died down in class because no one was talking about me. My innocent and good act must have saved me.
After crying a river and swearing that it's a set up, I was sent on exile here.
Annoyingly, miles sent his messenger to get the toys from me from here while I suffer an excruciating pain.
How irritated I felt. The anger in me cannot be over emphasize.
My legs were like blocks unable to move. Even if I wish to escape, there's a hawk eye staring.
The disciplinary master. It's like his eyes doesn't blink, fixed on it's prey while he sits on the bleachers.
I know the gossips would be;
"Mia, I never expected this from you"
"Oh, the quiet ones are the villains"
The talks goes on among the staff members.
In an hour, the two girls were done with their portion and I was left alone, to drown in my misery.
The disciplinary master seems exhausted as I was just sitting down, with the broken mop in my hand and weeping.
"Mia, your tears won't save you, you committed a crime and you're to be punished for me"
He was nice at least to me, not yelling because this is the first time I have been punished.
My tears increased and I collapsed to the ground, spreading my arms.
Miles...Miles...Miles. it's his fault. Even when I tried defending myself, no one was willing to give a listening ear.
He rose up and let out a disappointed sigh. His eyes took a glimpse at his watch and when he stole a glance at me, he shook his head, while pacing towards the door.
This is my chance to escape when he is gone. It's closure now and as a newly wed, he has to meet with his wife.
Don't keep a woman waiting.
My eyes followed the disciplinary master until he was out of the basketball court and a grin left my lips but then I heard the door closed against me.
Great, he locked me.
Thanks to miles, I missed the games with cole.
Thanks to him, I won't be Cole's date tonight because I'm paralyzed and no one is coming to save me.
Thanks to him, I can't stalk Cole anymore because I'm dying.
I can't even rise up because it feels like a building had crashed on me. I didn't even notice that the 'great door' was opened until I saw his face, looking down on me like an angel.
His warm smile that could make a sad night because delightful. If guardian angels were real, then he was mine.
My grumbling and complains ceased and a mindful peace occupied my heart.
"Hey Cinderella" he whispers stretching his hand at me and I grab it as he pulled me gently to sit.
No one can ever hate him. For his sake, I became a poet.
"What are you doing here?" I asked trying to assume that he was an illusion. He was real, Cole is actually here.
An invisible wind blew his hair as he radiates like the sun. My eyes were on him and every word he said faded.
I can see myself in a fairytale with him. He is looking for me with a glass slipper and begging the king.
"Please, find my Cinderella"
Cole sat beside me with a first aid kit which I just noticed he came in with.
Then, he carefully rolled up the baggy pant on me until it stopped on my knee.
Damn! It stinks, my soggy legs. I tried not to burst into tears and swallowed the pain.
"Just checking" he said in a sober tone, concentrating on my legs. He took out a cooling patch and placed on my hind leg with ice.
My muscles throbs around there.
"Sorry" he said and we locked eyes. This is the moment in the movies. To kiss?
"Why are you doing this?"
He was quiet as he patch my legs and then exhales. Every touch of his fingers and palm sets me on fire.
I tried hard not to look but fighting it won't work.
"Let's just say, it's pay back" he spoke at last. I couldn't read his expression now but then, why couldn't it be someone else.
He stood up and back me while holding the first aid kit in one hand.
"Hop on my back Cinderella, I'd take you home"
"No, I... I'm fine, you've done much" I shyly replied struggling to get on my feet and he chuckled.
"Com'on, just get on, I hate it when my offer is turned down" he says in an enthralling tone.
I didn't want to but my clumsy body needed a Peggy ride. I shouldn't miss this chance.
I hop on his back, with a bright smile while circling his neck. I'd want us to stay this way, all day.
Butterflies hovers around my stomach, while he walked with me on his back.
I could see his friends walking in with some cleaning equipments.
They exchanged chants with Cole and made a loud cheer sound at us both.
Their flattering sounded like an achievement and I was timorous.
They'd be cleaning up on my behalf, thanks to him. If this is a dream, I don't want to wake up.
"What was your offense?" He asked as I rest my head on his back.
Getting s*x toys for your best friend.
We were out of the court now, in the empty lobby which seems as though no soul exist here.
Did Cole wait for me? I think I'm getting ahead of myself.
"Being too nice" i responded biting my lower lip and I drew my head high to see his face. He was smiling and I blushed.
"That's cute" he complimented jerking me up properly while I inhaled his neck. Exotic fragrance.
"Why did come for me?"
I wish to play with his hair as nothing of what is happening feels real, Cole, showing up and doing the unimaginable just for me?
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