Perfect Yet Imperfect

"The time will come when you will come back and you will admit that I am right, and you are wrong. And I will be waiting for that to happen — the day that you will finally wake up from your daydreams and stubbornness." ------------------------------------- Slowly but surely, a pair of deep blue eyes is silently watching while the owner of the eyes is starting to feel numb and cold while everything is happening in front of them. Moaning, groaning, skin-slapping, splurts of their bodily fluids, smooches from their lapping mouths, cursing and so on. This is the first time the deep blue-eyed bespectacled girl named Grace Lilith Salvador has witnessed such activity in her whole life. But she is not ignorant of what is transpiring in front of her. She has a very high IQ to be ignorant and to not know what 's*x' means. She knows what it is but she doesn't know that she will witness it with the man she considered to be her first love. With the b***h of their school. How did it start? Yes, she knows when. But why though? If she gave her 'all' to the man who is now moaning and chanting this b***h's name over and over like some sort of prayer. It hurts. Different scenarios and even possibilities on what went wrong is now inside her head. Is it because of herself? Her appearance? Her nerdiness? Or is she just lame and unworthy? Or maybe, it's him? Yes! It's him. He said it himself while thinking that it's only them. It started with a deal. A deal for him to rail this w***e who kept on squirting shamelessly while wearing such ridiculous expression while she is being f****d relentlessly... Inside the school. Yep. She is shameless. She's even enjoying herself while recording their scandal with her second-rate cellular phone that the bespectacled girl is also doing with her one-of-a-kind phone. The glimmer of her eyes that once there because of the same reason of her pain is slowly darkening. Her once deep blue eyes are turning into a darker one that the other will think that it's black. Why did she get dragged into their deal? Why her, of all people? Did she wronged either of them? Did she do something to them she isn't aware of? Or is her presence seems to be a complete magnet of targets because of her so-called reputation of being a pushover? She only wants a simple life! She wants something to be achieved from hard work and not on what is already served to her since birth! She wants some simple life experience that she can apply the moment she 'returns'! Is it too much to ask? She only did her best even though everything seems so inefficient and unsatisfactory. She only wants true friends because it's 'her' and not because of what she is 'born with'. So... Why? Why?? WHY?! At the same time, silent footsteps that are unnoticed to everyone trudged its way towards the scene. The person who owns it is actually looking for their colleague that disappeared all of a sudden after a phone call. They also decided to do some roaming and inspections in the school premises when they felt a sudden pull towards an abandoned building in the school. It's the building they said to be the place for the rebellious students that acts like delinquents that everyone blames for their natural rebellious phase that the person that is now walking down the dusty and musty hallway clearly denies and ignores. Being rebellious isn't a phase that needs to be 'natural'. It's a choice to 'make' it. They halted when down the hallway, they saw a familiar girl that was holding out a cellphone while standing there in silence, beside the entrance of a room. A disturbing silence. Then after a while, they heard a very disturbing and disgusting series of noises coming from the room where the girl is standing still. Then, after a couple of steps, with the distance of two arms away from the said girl, they witnessed it. And then it dawned on them. The person behind the bespectacled girl is named Jaycee Montenegro. He is the Student Council President of their school and also the secret admirer of Grace. He is a sought after guy of their school with his natural silky raven hair that seems to always flow with the wind and also his unique scarlet red eyes that screams danger yet unparalleled appeal. Despite those features, he has a very sunny personality. He is also a genius second only from Grace but close enough to be seen as they have competition in every final gradings that are displayed in the school bulletin board in every semester that ends. But he is strict. And no one wants to be on his bad side. His name Montenegro does not help as well. They are known both in the underworld and 'above' for their mercilessness especially to their competitors and enemies. And this boy behind the slowly but surely breaking girl is the heir of the said family. Jaycee who recognises who Grace truly is and the how hurt and numb she is becoming every bit of seconds awoken something inside the said boy. He wants those eyes of hers to be only looking at him. He wants those hurt and numbness that slowly swallows her whole to be erased and be replaced with happiness and love that is solely for him. And he wants to protect her. Protect her from the world. Protect her and keep her. Lock her up where he is the only one who can see her and talk to her. He wants to own her. He wants... Her. Yes, it's an obsession . He wants to possess her as well. Even though it's long been decided. With his larger hand, he covered the sight of the blue-eyed girl. What worried him the most, as he slowly guided the girl backwards, she didn't even flinch or panicked at all. Why? Unbeknownst to him, Grace knew who it was. And she is actually thankful for his intervention. Because even though she doesn't want to admit it, she is drowning already. Drowning in the endless abyss that he just saved her from. To his surprise, he felt her dainty yet slightly calloused hands reaching out for his hand that covers her eyes. She didn't remove it. But he felt wet afterwards. He realized that she was crying. And she is clinging to his hands. She is clinging to him for dear life. He feels so elated. He is happy. But at the same time, his heart aches. He doesn't want to see her like this. And with that, he turned her around and buried her crying face on his broad chest. And slowly, he lifted her up and carried her bridal style while he let her cry silently, wetting his clothes at the same time. But did he care? No. Because what he cares the most is to be by her side until this is over. And with a renewed goal in mind, they left the building with the warm company of each other. Like old times. "Let's go home, my lily." He whispered in her ears as they made their way to the parking lot where his personal driver awaits them. Grace didn't reply verbally, but with her arms that are now wrapped around his upper torso, he takes it as a yes. And with that, they left to where they both belong. Like the old times... Indeed.