Segment: Confession

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Lyle's P.O.V

"I believe the surveys are done, counted and analyzed?"

We are currently having our meeting about the school trip the school was holding. It has been three days since we came home and I noticed some things.

"Yes, President." the secretary answered in unison.

"Alright. Tomorrow is a Saturday, which means we'll have to check the places one by one." Cameron raises his hand.

"President,"

"What is it, Cameron?"

"Do we check the places separately?"

"We don't have to do that. We have to check the price, the accommodation, etc., so we can't really afford to go one by one. The work will get done faster if one has a task when we go there."

"You're right." he agrees and takes down notes.

"President," Jamie raises his hand.

"Yes, Jamie?"

"The student council president told me that they will help us in checking the places."

I've heard about Jamie and Michelle getting closer after their trip, which was new to me. After our trip, Amelia and I went back to being strangers. It must be because we don't really bump into each other that often. Plus, Amelia doesn't really come to the classroom. She always went straight to her club room. I don't really know what club she's in.

"Great then, is there any other concerns?"

"Ah, yes, President. It seems that the two sections of the first year have the same place in mind for next week's trip." Joyce raises her hand as she tells me.

Jamie and I looked at each other and smiled subtly. I celebrated inside. Now I won't be lonely. I made a jump internally. Jamie smiles at himself, which means he was pretty happy at that.

"It's fine. We'll make it work. The people's choice is absolute and the place is spacious. I doubt the students will have anything against sharing."

"Understood, President."

"Meeting adjourned."

Everyone gathered their own things and quickly exited the room, except for Jamie and I. I let myself sink in the chair's comfortable foam and sighed. I want to rest. I want to sleep and just wake up tomorrow. Sleeping for twenty-fours doesn't seem to be so far-fetched right now.

"What's up, Lyle?" I look at his giddy self. He was smiling so much that it made me want to throw my notebooks at him just to wipe the smile off.

"What's up with you? So happy and gross?" he rolls his eyes and takes a seat closer to mine.

"Michelle and I are in a fake relationship,"

I figured as much since they were closer since they came back. Something really did happen and the rumors were true. It was a shock to the entire school since Michelle didn't even display any kind of affection towards Jamie - no, she doesn't have any feelings other than caring for Amelia. Could she possibly like Amelia?

I can't help but imagine.

"Huh. I'm not really asking about that."

"I can't get past that eyes of yours."

"Mhm. You like Michelle, don't you?"

"I guess I do like her." he looks at his hands as if they were Michelle. It was full of longing. Full of emotions that feels so foreign to me.

I've never seen him like this. What could Michelle have possibly done to make Jamie act this way in just two days? They've only spoken for the first time in their lives and in that short time, Jamie has already fallen. Michelle is a scary woman.

"You know where this is going, right?" he sighs and nods.

"Don't worry. I'm not using Michelle as my portal to contentment."

"Then what is she to you, then?"

Silence entered the room. He was conflicted for a second. A pained expression on his face.

"She's my paradise in this hell, Lyle. I've had too much already."

"..." I couldn't find any counter to what he said.

"I'm scared, Lyle." his breath was shaky and he looked lost.

"It's your first mission, isn't it? About that?" he nods his head before burying his head on the palms of his hands.

So he was finally getting his assignment. Killing someone is not an easy job. We may have been the target of prejudice but what Jamie and I seek wasn't revenge. I still remember the day that I had mine. The most gruesome of it all was that we were equipped with a camera and a mic to see that we did the job.

It was different than me kidnapping someone. There was no connection to me that the person escaped, it was the kidnapper's fault entirely. My only mission was then to kidnap someone and the other's took care of the rest.

"I have about a week at most."

"Who is it?"

"Someone named Alexia."

It just had to be a woman. Those guys show no mercy. But I've heard about this Alexia. It's supposed to be just a small fry in the business industry. But why would they need to kill her? As far as I know, Alexia is a lackey of one of Mr. Youngs.

Could this be their objection towards Jamie's and Michelle's relationship? I look at Jamie's messy state. Were they perhaps drawing a boundary between Michelle and Jamie? Does Michelle know this? Did Jamie tell Michelle?

"Does Michelle know?"

"Absolutely not." his voice was muffled.

I get Jamie's view. If Michelle knew that Jamie was capable of killing someone, I bet she would freak out and distance herself from Jamie. If Michelle knew this Alexia, she would literally hate Jamie.

"How did you do it, Lyle?" he lifts his head up and looks at me expectantly.

The sound of two gunfire rang inside my head. I had unconsciously reminisced of the first time I had killed someone.

"I chose the fastest way. A bullet to the forehead and heart." I feel like s**t. I want to vomit.

"Sorry," he says.

"It's already done. Anyway, how did you and Michelle happen anyway?"

He smiles at my attempt in changing the subject. There was no other way around killing someone but we can definitely prepare ourselves from when that time comes.

Jamie told me the entire story with every detail that he could remember with a smile on his face. He looked like he enjoyed himself when he kissed Michelle. I too had seen Michelle in such a formal attire. Michelle is definitely a different woman when she wants to.

Should I tell him that Michelle wears glasses when she reads at night? I don't want to spoil that for him. I'll let him know for himself. He'll definitely like Michelle more if he sees Michelle in glasses.

"Wow. You had an erection. You didn't have to tell me that."

"Pfft, to fully make you grasp-"

"I've seen Michelle in that state before you." he stopped breathing and moving. He looks at me like he was ready to murder.

"You didn't f**k her, did you?" I laughed at his unsteady demeanor.

"I didn't. Chill. I'm not a rapist." he crosses his arms and scoffs.

"I know we're not meant for each other, that's why I'm enjoying this before it will end."

For someone who felt something for the first time, he was ready to give it all up. The world has already damaged him enough to make him realize that what's not meant to be, will never be. It was a cruel slap to our faces.

"Wise of you to say that, Mr. Romantic."

"Ugh, whatever. I heard Amelia isn't here for the week."

I thought she was in her club room.

"Why?" his eyebrows twitches at my question. I sigh, knowing that my guess is right.

"Are you perhaps already interested in Amelia?"

I was right.

"i***t. No. The day of my competition, Amelia started to drift away. She can't even look at me in the face."

"Did something happen before that day?" I tried to recall.

"She undressed in front of me while still half-asleep." he bursts into laughter.

"What is it, i***t?"

"Stop calling me that when you should be calling yourself that."

I couldn't grasp what he truly meant.

"Whatever. Anyway, what happened to her?"

"She's meeting with that famous friend of hers."

"Who?"

"Shannon Tomlinson, I think."

Shannon Tomlinson? I heard she's a singer and a model. But other than that, that's basically all I know about her.

"Oh,"

"I also know that Shannon will transfer here. She said she'll take a break from all the fame."

"Wow. Take a break from fame. Can we take a break too?" I sarcastically say.

"Man, how I wish that's how things happen to us too."

"Aren't you meeting with Michelle?" he looks at his wrist watch and his smile emerges again.

"Yeah. I'll see you later then,"

"Make sure not to rape her." he rolls his eyes and stuck out his middle finger in front of me before disappearing from my sight.

I grab my phone and clicked on the school's app. It was an app specifically made for System students. It was an app to decide who ruled the entire school. A ranking and the most trending outfits. Every student has an account too except for us who are in the fake student council though we are not restricted to sign up, we just have to use a fake username and profile.

I type in Chrelia and clicked on her profile. As soon as I saw Chrelia's smile, my heart instantly warmed up. Her perfect smile made my stomach erupt in butterflies. I scroll down a bit, just looking at her angelic face. I smile to myself.

"Ah, Chrelia." I kiss my screen making me cringe after but laughed it off.

I look like a creep or some old pervert. In the midst of me scrolling, a text message notification suddenly pops up. I click on the message without thought. The phone redirected me to the message. I stare in awe at the message. It was a picture of pure black and a text saying,

"Taste my lips,"

I stand up abruptly and left my bag inside. I found myself running towards the location she sent me. I made sure to come inside the room without putting light to my face, by covering my face with a handkerchief.

I closed the door and was suddenly pulled by the arm. I feel a person's warm body against mine, making my hormones run off everywhere.

Hungry.

I snake my arm around her waist and pull her even closer to me. I could smell her strawberry scent. I bury my head on the side of her neck and kisses her lightly. She breathes in as she feels my kisses. I wanted to look at her and see her flustered face but it can't be helped.

"Wait," she says, out of breath already. She was also waiting for this, like I was.

"Hmm," I moaned in her ear.

I grab her bouncy ass and gripped it. She locks her arms around my neck and captured my lips herself. She enters my mouth and feels my tongue with hers. It was slippery and warm. I suck on her tongue making her moan.

"I just wanted to taste you again." I was too drunk in lust that what she was saying can't seem to enter my head.

"Huh?"

"I needed to do something so I didn't have the time to actually call you out. Today, I wasn't supposed to call you but I wanted to taste you again."

She detaches herself from me.

"I'll call you again, stranger."

She opens the door and exits the room we were in. I leaned on the wall. I wanted more of her lips. I wanted to touch her more. I want to mess her up. I need her body under mine. She had me shook and wrapped around her finger. I'm going insane because of this woman. No one has ever made me want someone to this extent before.

I smirked.

"The game is on, Amelia."

I composed myself and exited the room. I feel myself getting fired up. If Amelia ever calls me again, she better be ready.

I retrieved my bag from the student council and went to where Michelle and Jamie was, inside Michelle's clubroom. I barged inside without knocking and found Michelle spoon feeding a childish Jamie. But I didn't care and sat down beside Michelle.

"Lyle?" she was obviously surprised to see me, let alone me barging in on their embarrassing play.

I grin at Michelle.

"I need you to tell me what drives Amelia crazy." she took in my challenged appearance and sighed before asking Jamie to leave.

"Do I really have to?" Jamie crosses his arms and pouted.

"Yes because this is a private matter."

"Hmph, you owe me a kiss later." Michelle rolls her eyes before shooing Jamie away.

Jamie closes the door but not before giving the 'I see you' look. I shrug him off and focused on Michelle.

"What made you so interested all of a sudden?"

"I've never had anyone made me wait this long! Plus, she teased me earlier. It sent me over the edge."

"Take it easy, will you?"

"No. I need to make her hungry for my touch."

"But aren't you hungry yourself?"

She's right.

"I'm not going to deny that. Amelia is making me look for her on my own, which is why I want to know. I want her to want me just as how much I want her."

"Just the body, right?" I nod aggressively, proving my point.

"Yes, yes, yes."

She grabs her phone from the table and typed in something. After a few seconds, she gives me her phone. I take phone from her hand and look at the screen.

"This is some shit." I wanted to laugh but I can't deny that it is indeed exciting.

"Now will you stop?"

"How did she c*m when all we did was vanilla stuff then?"

"Maybe because she- ask that herself."

She was about to spill something. If only she hadn't stopped herself then I would've known. I was getting more fired up. There was obviously something that they were hiding from me. I'm getting intrigue more and more each day.

"Fine. Thanks though. And oh, you better give him that kiss."

"Just go away, okay? It's already humiliating as it is."

"Enjoy the rest of your lunch date."

So Amelia likes those kinds of things, huh. It is a very big surprise. I thought she was innocent, and just taking a dip at the s****l world but she may be a bit deeper than I thought she is. She's dug up a very special way of s*x.

School was already over today and I was thinking of visiting the Toys Store at the city below the school. I changed my clothes first back at the dorm. I didn't want to risk someone seeing me going in and out of that store, even though I would visit frequently. But the school already knows that I can't be touched anymore so it would cause a ruckus if they knew I come here and banging someone else exclusively.

"Hi- oh, I thought you wouldn't come." a friend of mine that works here, greets me with her usual smile.

We had f****d a few times as a mode of payment but other than that, we are really good friends. She has a banging body too and a small face. We hug each other before she punched me in the stomach. With good reflexes and experience, I stopped her hand before it smashed my intestines in bits.

"Huh. I should've punched you while we were hugging."

"You're exposing yourself there, Kasandra." she shrugs.

"So, what's the reason for the visit? Not that I missed you or anything." I chuckle. She wasn't being discreet at all.

"I need toys. Why would I come here if I don't need them?" she glares at me before sighing.

"What kind of toys?"

"A vibrator, a dildo, the, uhm, the freaky ones, chains, just, you know. Please don't make me say it."

"I get it. I get it. Come here then."

After two hours of browsing, I was carrying one full paper bag of toys that some of it, I don't even know what to do with. I found myself dumb-founded. There were so many that I didn't know existed. Kasandra didn't even tell me what they were for and told me to f**k off.

She was not a great help at all. I went back to my dorm, took a bath and sat at the edge of my bed. I look at the untouched paper bag and sighed.

"I should at least research about it. Yeah, I'll do that."

I grab my phone, the phone that Mr. Taylor didn't give me, and instantly received a message. My heart started to increase its speed and volume. It was a name that I didn't want to receive from because it would mean that something big was going to happen.

With a shaky thumb, I opened the message and I immediately took a sudden inhale at what the message says. It wasn't really dramatic or whatsoever but we all know that vague messages aren't exactly the most awaited ones.

"Meeting before you set out to your trip at YM Villa."

I turned off my phone. Immediately, my mind formed many things that could happen. If I were called alone, it must be something minor, like killing a person or two but what if all of us were called? This would be the first. We were going to eradicate people? Cease their existence with our own hands? Or take another innocent person's life again?

I feel my stomach churn. Just imagining about it makes me want to puke. Blooded hands. Sane minds. Cruel mission. It would be better if we were high or insane or even drunk but we need to be sober.

"s**t. I'm f****d again."