Segment: Confession

The Taylors

Lyle's P.O.V

"We've arriveeeed!" Allie squeals beside me, getting hyped up.

I thought it was a regular hot springs but I should've known that nothing is regular if you're with rich people. What I'm seeing right now is an enormous hotel with multiple floors. When I mean multiple, I meant more than how many I could count with my fingers. I gulped at the humongous building in front of me, intimidating my little human inside.

How can they burn money this easily?

I feel someone grab my hand on the other side. I look to the person and smiled back when I saw Amelia smiling at me.

"Let's go check in." Michelle says while Jamie follows her behind.

Look at that i***t. Already following Michelle around like a natural boyfriend.

How should I act to Amelia right now? The confessing wasn't as nervous as I thought but what happens after is what I'm worried about. I've faced death a million times but this is more nervous because it actually involves my own decisions for my future. This is so scary that I feel like my jaw is shaking, like from being cold.

We walk inside the building and as soon as we entered, I was given the impression that we were very important guests. The staffs waited for us inside with dashing smiles plastered on their faces. They stood in line and hands up front, clasping the other.

"Welcome to System Hot Springs."

Oh, this is from System. The looks passed, I guess.

"We'd like to check in please," Van says after approaching the receptionist.

We were standing behind him a little bit in a broken circle. The staffs still haven't went away and it's making me feel uncomfortable.

"Where's Kevin?" Samantha asks.

"His father didn't allow him to come with us." Styroe says with a saddened smile on his face.

"Ah, I see." the eight of us looked at each other, signaling to not open it up again.

"Alright. We can go up now but before all that, we'll have a pair in each room." my head twitched to the side.

"You want to share with us?" I ask with confusion. They usually just want to not share a room with someone.

"It's not fun to not share. We wanted the room to at least have three people in but the hotel has its own regulations, so yeah." Richard answers while nodding his head, not looking at me in the eyes.

Is he nervous of me? Afraid, maybe? But he doesn't have anything that I can threaten him. Only Johnny but I'm not going to do that.

"You're going to get rowdy?" Michelle asks.

"Of course, President. It's only natural to get rowdy with amazing people." Addison answers.

"I agree with her on that." Jamie wiggles his eyebrows and nudges Michelle on the elbow, but got elbowed by her instead. I scoffed at Michelle's physical counter at Jamie's playful attack.

"Anyway, I'll assign the rooms. Is that okay?" Michelle asks. Her lady voice coming out gentle and enticing for Jamie. Jamie looked like a puppy. His eyes were ogling at Michelle so much that I wanted to poke them.

I wonder if they'll come out of its sockets.

I hoped for Jamie's eyes to drop on the floor while looking at Michelle. This is hilarious.

"Sure."

"No biggie."

"Of course, President."

"Go on."

"I have nothing against that."

And so, Michelle looks at all of us, probably calculating who should pair up with who. I look at Amelia beside me and she was smiling. Not her usual angelic smile, but her mischievous smile. She looked like she was planning something and big.

"There's no point in separating Amelia and Lyle. Jamie and I, I guess. The others who have the same position are sharing a room and since Kevin is not here, Cameron, do you want to share a room with Johnny?"

"I can do that, President."

"Are you okay with that, Johnny?"

"Yes, President."

Out of all the pairs, Cameron just has to pair up with Johnny. If Johnny were to spill what he told me, will Cameron respond the way I did? Or is he still the same heartless and cold Cameron when it comes to System? But he's digging up dirt on System, maybe him finding out about Johnny will do him good.

"You're in deep. What are you thinking?" that statement meant something else inside my head, making me look at Amelia.

"Oh, nothing. Just about work."

"You're here to have fun and relax. You should stop thinking about work."

"Old habits die hard." she hums.

"You're right. Anyway, should we go and get our key?"

Is sharing a room with Amelia a good move? Won't I turn into a wolf every after her bath? Won't I m******e her p***y into mashed potatoes? Just thinking about it made me hot all over. Realizing my feelings for her was definitely a mistake in this area. My wavering self-control is willingly leaving my body.

My rationality is trying to leave me and my morals.

"Okay," I hesitated.

We walk to Michelle and Amelia asks for it.

"Don't break her." Jamie whispers in my ear, making me shove his face away from me.

"Don't have s*x too much." Michelle openly says and everyone turned to us.

"Too open," Amelia says in a hush tone with a hint of red shades on her cheeks. She looked cute.

"Phvving in wuv, huh?" I shake my head and pushes Jamie away even further.

"Michelle, if he ever tries to rape you, just scream, okay?" Jamie glares at me which made me smirk.

"I will." Michelle says in a straightforward manner. Her voice was monotonous but that just means that she's on her guard even when she's on Jamie.

"Great. See you tonight."

Amelia and I went to the elevator with the others. They were already talking and hitting it off. I look like a complete i***t who can't handle the situation she got herself in. My heart inside my chest kept on pounding hard and I keep sweating but my hands and feet are cold. Whenever I look at Amelia, my nervousness leaks out and a sudden urge to impress her always makes me feel sick.

Not a bad kind of sick, but sick as in restless and unfocused.

"This is ours." Amelia says.

"See you later, Amelia, President!"

"Alright." was all I could say.

"Don't have s*x right away!"

"Enjoy your s*x!"

"Have a nice s*x!"

I wanted to bang their hands on the elevator doors, or maybe insert their heads in between the closing doors just in time for their heads to get squished. I want to so bad, I think my veins on my left forehead is twitching. I can't do anything to them yet but I will soon.

"Are you some kind of s*x monster?" she asks with a light laugh. Her smile reaching her eyes and her pearly whites showing.

"Yes," I answered without hesitation. She has to know what she's gotten into. She stops laughing and looks away, but not before I got a good look on her blushing face.

I'm not entirely wrong. I was a s*x monster when we weren't exclusive. I used to f**k girls day and night even if it meant no time for meals and sleep just for money. Being with Amelia is providing me triple the amount I usually earn and rest and food. She's done so much already and I want to prove it to the world that I am worthy of her.

We stand before our door. She grabs the keys and opens the door. We walked in and money directly slapped me in the face. The room looked like what a Queen would stay in for vacation. My mouth went agape. I started calculating the items used to build the room and it made ma dizzy. This room is so so much than I can handle.

"Can I sleep on the floor?"

I feel like that's where I belong in this tiny room. Even the floor has more value than I do, it was almost as if it's belittling me.

"Why? The floor is cold."

Right. I forgot she lives in a world like this too. Of course she wouldn't feel it. She's born rich and will probably die rich. This is inside the circle of her norm. I am the only foreign object inside the room. This is too luxurious for me to handle

"I just want to sleep on the floor."

And this is where I feel that I don't belong.

"We've already shared a bed before. What's wrong with this one?"

"I don't, uh, feel the vibes of the room, you know?"

"Do you want to change our room? Should I-"

"No, no. This is fine, really. I just suddenly feel like I want to sleep on the floor."

She looks at me intently, finding out the true purpose of my sudden outburst.

"I'll sleep on the floor with you then."

"I can't let you sleep on the floor."

"I can't let you either. You know I like you too and I don't want to let you sleep on the floor on my watch. You need proper rest."

She suddenly drops a bomb in front of me. I didn't have time to shield her words. My body reacted way faster than my brain did. I sigh and looked at her worried face. I step forward and grab her hand.

"Thanks for worrying about me."

"Hey, that's the least I can do for you."

"Thanks,"

The boundary between us starts to slowly dissipate again. The path was now clearing and I could see Amelia waiting at the end. My heart swells at the thought of Amelia waiting for me.

"Do you want to change your clothes?"

"Huh? Do I have to?"

"There's a semi-formal dinner held tonight." Amelia looks at both of our hands intertwined.

If she's deliberately trying to hide the fact that it's because her parents are coming then I guess it's no use for me to ask her what it's for. I want to see her reaction too, later when her parents and I see each other.

"Alright. But I don't have that many clothes though." she whips her head up to me with a big smile.

"I have just the thing."

The next think I know, I'm already in a polo, pants and shoes. She styles my hair to her liking and smiled all the time. She was really enjoying herself. It made me smile too. Her smile was contagious. Or maybe I'm just sickly in love with her? No, I like her, not love. Not yet.

"You're not allowed to look in the mirror until later tonight, okay?" she sternly says.

"Yes, boss."

"Oh, and wear this when we meet at the dining area." she hands me blazer. I thought she was going to let me walk around in this thin clothing. I thought I was going to shiver to death but she thought of that too, hence the blazer.

"Huh? We won't go together?"

"Nope. My appearance has to be a surprise."

"And mine isn't anymore." she laughs and pokes my nose.

"You look dashing every time I look at you."

I feel my cheeks heating up. She's bolder now than ever and it's making my heart skip a beat.

"That's supposed to be my line."

"I said it first, now go and wait like Jamie." I roll my eyes.

"Fine. I'll see you later then."

She kisses my cheek before pushing me outside. I walk to the elevator and look down at my body. I try to picture out how I look but I can't seem to get my image right. I opened the top two buttons on my polo and let the blazer Amelia gave me drape over my left shoulder.

I walk inside the elevator and pushed the lobby button. I put my hands on both of my pockets and walk gracefully to the lobby where, in fact, Jamie really was. He was dressed almost the same as me but he wore a tight shirt inside his blazer. He looks up at me and his eyes went wide.

"Woah. I haven't seen you this handsome since the first day."

"I don't even know what I look like."

"I'm sensing this is yours and Amelia's touch."

"What gave it away?" I sit beside him and crossed my legs like a boss.

"This style of clothing is Amelia's. Your buttons and that drape? Psh, that's yours. I know."

"Huh. You know me well."

"Of course. I need to be observant. It's part of my job."

"Don't bring that to rest day, okay?" he rolls his eyes.

"Where's your cast?"

"It was healing already."

"So you don't need it anymore?" I shake my head.

"The hospital I was treated was more advanced and provided me with top-notch medications."

"Their medical treatments advanced?"

"Yep. It seems that their researches are successful."

"Well, it's 2044 already." I nod and hum in response.

"I guess we'll be swarming in robots soon. Everything seems to be advancing with god speed." he clicks his tongue.

"I hear Russia already launched its first cleaning robot company."

The world is evolving and we have to too or we'll be left behind. Soon, there will be no more poor let in the world. Only the elites will remain and will be given priority over resources.

"Germany too." someone says behind us and there we fine Johnny with Cameron. Cameron sits beside me and Johnny opposite of us.

"You two are looking handsome." I say and looked over their getups.

"I can't beat you on that field." Cameron says in distraught before looking at both me and Jamie.

"Huh. I'm unbeatable." I say boasting.

"Where's your cast?"

"I won't be needing it anymore. But I do have a sling to carry around."

"Where's your sling?"

"I don't need it now. Maybe tomorrow." Cameron nods and pursed his lips.

"Your more muscly the more I look at you."

"Should I chop off my breasts too?" I asked, curious.

"You don't even look like you have those." Jamie says in a teasing tone.

"Because I look more of a man than you are." Cameron sniffles a laugh and looked away.

"Ha-ha." Jamie says.

"I've never seen you this close before." Johnny comments.

"I don't even know what the hell happened." I tell him honestly.

"They're more tolerable now than before." Cameron says.

"He's softer now than before." Jamie says in counter, making Cameron leer at him.

"You look great." he says. His eyes were shining while looking at us three.

"They need to look as great as me. I'm the number one."

"Oh yeah? How so?"

"Yeah, I mean, we all have our own things we're good at." the both of them retorted.

"I can beat you both easily."

We were bickering and just having fun. Johnny sometimes inserts in and if he doesn't talk, he'd be laughing at the three of us. I was already having fun with these three, how much more if it's everyone? I forgot how to have fun. This may be what I needed to let loose before hell will break again.

"Look at you, having fun without us." the others walks to us with grace and with dresses.

"Why y'all in dresses?" Jamie asks.

"We want to impress Mr. Taylor, you know."

"It shouldn't always be the President and Historian."

"Oh, I want to impress Mrs. Taylor."

"I know, me too."

I shake my head.

"Where's Michelle?" I turn to Jamie.

"She says she'll meet me in the dining area."

"Hmm, as Amelia. Should we go?"

"Alright!"

"Let's go!"

We make our way to the dining area, where Amelia and her family, as well as Michelle are waiting. I push the glass door and entered the grand looking dining area. There was a big layered cake, and a buffet, even desserts. A party that's catered with at least a hundred guests. We stood frozen in amazement.

"I thought it was a normal dinner." Jamie whispers beside me.

"I thought so too." Joyce says.

A throat was cleared somewhere and it snapped me out of my thoughts. I look around and saw Mr. Taylor with a full on suit. He looked professional when I thought this was supposed to be casual. I approach Mr. Taylor first then the others followed.

"Thank you for having us, Mr. Taylor." I say politely and respectfully.

"I hope this all fits your taste."

"This is more than we had anticipated." I answered again since they don't seem to have any intentions of talking.

"That's good then. We're waiting for another guest before we can start. Is that okay with you all?"

"Of course, Uncle."

"We're fine with it, Mr. Taylor."

"No problem, Mr. Taylor." the real student council answers more casually.

"It's a pleasure, Mr. Taylor."

"That is very much okay, Mr. Taylor." my members says.

"Now if Lyle can go away so I can talk to the others?" I look behind me and saw everyone shaking their heads at me, which made me want to laugh.

"Sure thing, Mr. Taylor. Excuse me,"

After I had excused myself, I look around the table and started targeting food. Which ones should I pick first? Ah, that bread looks delicious. My mouth instantly watered. The chocolate on top of the bread was shining and inviting me to come eat it. I shake my head.

Wait, dog.

I turn my back against the food, hurting me in the process. They look so f*****g delicious. I walk away from the table with utmost regret and closed my eyes. I look at the members, nodding confusingly at what Mr. Taylor was saying and Cameron taking the lead.

"Ha, those idiots." I smile to myself.

The door opened at the entrance and there Mr. Young and a woman beside him was. They linked arms and looked so dignified. Is she perhaps Mr. Young's wife? She looks so young and firm. Amelia's mom too, they both looked so hot. No wonder their off springs are top-notch too. They'd be an SSS rank in terms of quality.

Michelle followed behind them with a revealing dress. Her sides were exposed, her skin under the lights. I look at my members and saw them looking at Michelle with bulging eyes. Jamie suddenly moves, covering his notch. I grab my phone from my pocket and took a picture of him and Michelle separately.

I join my members and Mr. Taylor in welcoming the guests.

"Good evening, Chris."

"Good evening to you too, Joong-ki, Michaela." Mr. Taylor smiles at the couple. His most charming smile is in display to everyone in the world.

"It feels nice meeting everyone without all the fuss." Mr. Young says and looks at us one by one until his eyes fell unto Jamie. Jamie smiles too but it was obvious he was nervous.

I believe it's his first time seeing Mrs. Michaela Young.

"Yes. Now, where would my wife and daughter be?" Mr. Taylor looks around. My members took the opportunity to talk to Jamie.

"Damn, I'd bang the mother too."

"Why are they all so beautiful?"

"Ugh, the room's too hot right now."

Jamie went beside Michelle stealthily and whispered something in her ear that made Michelle blush. Michelle shakes her head and did nothing except look away. I've noticed how Michelle always hides her sadistic side from her father.

If Michelle knew how much her father adores her, she'd want to let herself free from the shackles she placed onto herself.

"Where's your future wife?" Cameron slides to my side and whispered.

"There's no guarantee yet." we both look at Mr. Taylor, calling on his phone, or at least trying to reach someone.

"If you survive this, you'll be as good as sold."

"Huh. I doubt that."

"Even the parents like you."

"I guess so."

Suddenly, the door bursts open, revealing two beautiful women. God gave them so much beauty that I think God himself went shy. They were beautifully crafted and elegantly finished. They were so furnished that nothing can be pointed wrongly.

Suddenly, the room fell into silence and the the ambience changed. I see gold fluttering from around them. They look so gracious. They were gems themselves.

"Oh, my. Brianna seems to want to compete with me." Mrs. Young says with a light chuckle from the background.

I look behind me and saw everyone's jaw drop. I look at Amelia again, and this time, she was looking at me. I feel like no words could describe how magnificent she looked. She was rocking it. Her back was open and there's a slit on her right side that her creamy legs just had to expose themselves.

"She seems to only have eyes for you." Cameron says beside me before going away.

Amelia approaches me with her shy smile. This girl should shout to the world. She should be proud to be her. She should have confidence that she's beautiful and be thankful for everything that she have. She's molded perfectly.

"How do I look?" she asks.

"Gorgeous." I breathed. The words left naturally out of my mouth.

"I see you made modifications on my work." I look down at my body stupidly and shrugged.

"Oh, you know. I wanted to surprise you too."

"It worked." she smiles and places her finger on my collarbone down to where it was only skin.

I shivered under her touch, sending electricity down my spine. I look at her and saw her cleavage. She's so blessed in everything that she just had to choose me, someone who can't even afford a 'yes'. She must be searching for trouble.

I hate that.

"We meet again, President." Mrs. Taylor approaches me and hugs me. I awkwardly hug back, not really sure what to do.

"Hello, Mrs. Taylor. You look lovely tonight."

"Oh, dear, save that for my daughter."

"You've met?"

"Yes, dear. Earlier today, I asked her to be your wife." Mr. Taylor approaches us and smiles at his beautiful wife.

"Honey, the Youngs are here. Let the kids have some fun."

"Alright, alright. I'll be talking with you again soon, Lyle." Mrs. Brianna winks at me flirtatiously, which made me uncomfortable, not because she's older than me but because her daughter is with me and is giving me a glare scare.

"I had no room for a response." I defended my own wit. I put both of my hands up in defeat.

Sometimes it's wise to surrender than to fight a battle I can't handle.

"Why didn't you tell me you knew each other?"

"I wanted to surprise you again." she sighs.

"Did she say anything else?"

"No, not really."

"Great, that's great. Should we go where everyone is?" I look over my shoulder and saw them wanting to talk to Amelia.

Their eagerness can be annoyingly cute sometimes. It can't be helped. Amelia is an idol loved by everyone in school, including them.

"Okay, Princess."