Segment: Confession

The Duration of it All

Lyle's P.O.V

I was so full, and so tired and sleepy, all because I ate too much in such a short time. We are to observe the classes and we need to observe about half of the classes being held for the day while the other half, tomorrow. This school was bigger than ours so if we were to calculate and number it all down to a finite number, we'd have at least twenty to thirty classes.

"Are you okay?" Amelia asks as she glances at my hand rubbing my stomach.

Maybe I spoke too soon? I feel like I could vomit any time now. I held it in. If I vomit, I'd lose face and the food will go to waste. Wasting food is a no-no for me. It was a sin to waste food and a no-brainer. Food is a necessity to survive in the streets, contaminated or not.

"I'm holding out, I guess."

Amelia and I walk around a bit before their classes resume. We were digesting our food because we ate too much. Amelia did exactly what she said. She ate more than she could and now we're paying the price for that. The students whisper as we walk around, Amelia's hand on my back all concerned about me. I appreciate the gesture.

"Wow, System High School sure upholds its glory, huh?"

"They look so magnificent."

"Is she a model?"

"Oh my! She's Amelia Taylor in person!"

"Hey, isn't that Lyle Simon? Wow, she's handsome."

"Tch. Why the bitches have to be perfect?"

"I bet they all plastic."

"f**k them rich ones."

Amelia wasn't used to this, or is she? I look at her and she was unfazed by all the audible whispers. She was still looking out for me.

"Maybe we should sit down?" I shake my head 'no'.

"I need to digest this fast." she sighs.

"Alright. Then let's go."

She takes my hand and walked a bit faster, making me catch my breath.

Am I out of shape?

The students were amazed when Amelia boldly held my hand. I bet they are all wondering if we're a couple or not. But I didn't have the luxury to actually care. My stomach felt like it was bursting. I started to sweat which feels a bit better.

"Amelia, wait, wait." I try to stop her but she was having fun pulling me around.

"Nope, you need to be okay when we go do our rounds."

"You make it sound like we're nurses."

"Huh. I always wanted to wear a nurse's uniform."

My imagination suddenly tries to picture out Amelia in a nurse's uniform but it was the wrong kind. Her skirt was too short and her uniform was a bit tighter too, making her breasts confined. I gulped. Such an erotic person is here with me, smiling and being carefree.

"You'll, uhm, look good in them." I look away, trying to hide away my perverted look.

Fuck. This is me having my withdrawals, I guess.

"Excuse me?" a student approached us from behind, making us stop our tracks.

"Yes? What can I help you with?" I give her a small smile, welcoming her thoughts.

"I like you." she fidgets with her hands, looking down.

Is she trying to turn a blind eye on Amelia? Or is she doing this on purpose? I give the student a warm smile.

"I'm sorry but I don't have time to date. I'm a very busy person. I wake up at 5 in the morning and go to sleep at eleven with no room for breaks."

"Oh, are you two going out then?"

I just told her that I don't have time to be dating, right?

"No, we're not. Believe it or not, we only spoke today, officially."

"But you both look so close." I look at Amelia, wearing her usual blank expression.

"Mhm, must be because there's only a maximum student of three fifty students in our school so we're bound to pass by each other a lot."

"So you're really not dating then?"

Somehow I wanna strangle her. I hate girls like these. Prolonging the conversation, not getting the hint and can't seem to understand a word I'm saying.

I want to facepalm myself but I remained smiling at her.

"We're not. Can we go now?" Amelia inserts in the conversations, completely annoyed by the interruption.

"Yes, sorry. But if ever you have time to pass, please don't hesitate to call me." she shoves a piece of paper on my chest and ran away.

I look at the piece of paper and put it on my pocket. I saw Amelia looking at my pocket.

"Is something the matter?"

"Don't you want to crumple it?" her tone was harsh and her stare was somewhat angry.

"I do but if I crumple it now, she'll think that she was a bother, which she totally was but I have to save face." she looks at me for a minute before turning around.

"You're right. We should continue digesting,"

I want to tell Amelia that having s*x can be a good way to digest since s*x can burn calories and make you sweat but I can't tell her that. That would be me suggesting and me looking like I'm after her.

"Yeah, yeah we should."

We spent the last five minutes run-walking around the ground before the bell rang. Amelia and I went from relax mode to work mode fast. I'm glad she's taking this seriously. If it was another, I think I'd do all the work myself. Though I kind of feel bad. Since I have a competition tomorrow, Amelia will have to do the work all by herself tomorrow.

I need to tell her that but my mouth can't seen to open up whenever I try to tell her.

We enter a classroom and observed the class from behind. The students took notice of our presence and constantly taking glances at us while being participative in class. It was evident in the teacher's face that this was a new phenomenon. After a few minutes, we exited the class silently and onto the next one until we were finally done for today.

"Are your feet okay?" I ask her.

Was she used to standing up all afternoon and walking around? I bet her calves are aching right now. Mine was too but her school shoes had a bit of heels in them. I could also tell that she was troubled by something by her constant frowning.

"They're.. killing me," she takes a seat on one of the benches and massages her calves down to her ankles.

"Asking for permission to help, Ma'am," she looks at me weirdly before giving me her unsure 'okay'.

I put the notebook inside my bag and put her small bag inside my bag before I carry her bridal style. She gasped and held onto my neck for dear life. She was blushing so hard that it went up to her ears. Her eyes were wide with shock.

"I'll carry you to the car."

The students around us looked at us but I didn't mind. If Mr. Taylor knew that his daughter was aching and I did nothing, I'd be surely dead by tomorrow. To think that Amelia was a daddy's girl. My death sentence would be doubled, or tripled. I still don't want to die.

I opened the car door without putting Amelia down and gently place her on the seat. She was silent and non-argumentative which was not a pain in the ass. I remove her shoes and massaged her ankles for a bit up to her calves.

"Are you a bit fine now?" she was still blushing. She avoided eye contact and looked away.

"I'm sorry for being hasty."

"No, no, it's okay. Thank you." she bites her lip.

"I'll massage you later at the hotel. Can you wait?"

Her ankles were a little red, which tells me that she was pretty uncomfortable in that shoes and tired. The pinkish area was evident because she had creamy white skin. Getting turned on now is suicide. I could look up a bit and accidentally look at her panties- no. No. I shouldn't act like a pervert. I'm not one and I plan on keeping it that way.

"You really don't have to."

"If you don't want me to then I'll gladly call for a mass-"

"No, no, uhm, yes, please. I'll take your offer." she vigorously shakes her head as she waves her hands to and fro. It was an aggressive objection.

"Okay? Should we go?"

She nods to my question as her reply. We told the driver that he can drive us to the hotel now. The driver told us that it was a thirty minute drive since it was traffic in the city around this time.

"You can place your legs on my lap, I can pre-massage it." she contemplated for a bit before reluctantly placing her legs on my lap.

My eyes shine at how white her legs were, unscarred at that. They looked so long and so delicious. But what's in between her legs was something more magnificent. I gulp and looked away as I lightly touch and massage her calves.

It was an awkward and silent ride but we managed. When we got out of the car, we take our key from the reception and I guide us to our room. Man, when Mr. Taylor said this was high end, he wasn't joking. Tons of paintings were on the lobby's wall, porcelain interior and a massive space.

I open the door of our hotel room and was completely amazed at how big this was. It made me wonder how the school keeps its equipment up to date while wasting money like this. But I can't help but feel satisfied. I want to jump on the bed but I can't. There's an injured Amelia here with me and I need my posture to be perfect.

"You can sit wherever you like, I'll get a basin of hot water with a towel then I can massage you."

"Okay,"

I place our bag on a chair and went to the bathroom.

Crap. Do they have a basin?

I look around the bathroom as I open it and there wasn't. It was an honest yet brutal mistake. How can I make a mistake? If Mr. Taylor knew I screwed up, then I'm sure I'd get expelled the moment I step foot inside System.

"Lyle? Is something wrong?" I flinched at the sound of her voice.

"No, no. It's nothing. Is the redness still there? Is it swollen?"

"Not that much, unlike earlier."

"Okay,"

I grab a towel, soaked it in hot water which stings my hands a bit but still I continued. My hands hurt like hell. But this is because I screwed up. In this lifetime, there's no room for mistakes.

I take the towel to where Amelia was and kneeled down in front of her. I softly and gently place the towel below her feet and wiped her calves right down to her ankle with the wet towel.

"Is this too hot for you?"

"No, but are your hands alright? They seem pretty warm."

"Nah, I'm fine. Since the redness is almost gone, no basin is required."

"Okay then,"

I applied just the right amount of pressure on my massage to how much I think she can handle. Judging by how relaxed her facial expression and muscles were, I could say that I was doing this right. As I massage Amelia, I couldn't help but think how I was going to tell her that I have a competition tomorrow. I hope she won't feel burdened. We just talked right now and judging her would be wrong. We've only known each other deeply by less than a day.

I was afraid that if I tell her that, she'll tell her father and then the worst thing scenario will happen. But surely Mr. Taylor won't send off Amelia's only s*x buddy, right? He won't give his daughter to others, right? That would be crazy.

"Lyle? Earth to Lyle?" I snap out of my thoughts and saw Amelia waving her hand in front of me.

"Sorry, what was it?"

"Is something wrong?" her face was worried and her brows were knitted together.

Is she being kind to me because she has some dirt on me? Is she worried because I might not write everything? Does she have any ulterior motive? I shake my head slightly. Just seconds ago I was worrying if she'd hate me if I tell her and now here I am, doubting her.

But I can't help it. It's the world we live in.

"I'm sorry," she tilts her head to the side for a second before smiling at me slightly which made me confused.

"You don't have to be. The teacher already told me that you'll have a contest tomorrow."

Why would the teacher tell her? Why does she know this? Why did she know this? Was there any reason why the teacher told her? Or if she was the one who asked the teacher, why? Is she perhaps playing with me?

"Huh?" I was dumb enough to ask her that. There really was nothing registering at the moment.

"The teacher told me, don't worry. As much as she wants you to complete this report, she doesn't want to lose face and she wanted you to bring home the bacon,"

She was so free. Her speech, her demeanor, like this wasn't a bother to her at all.

"Aren't you angry?"

"Why would I be?"

Because you're stuck with me. You'll be the only one going the rounds tomorrow. You'll have more to write than me and you'll be alone in this foreign place.

But I couldn't tell her that.

"Because of many reasons?" I looked like a dumbfounded kid.

I wasn't sure what to make of her attitude towards me. I wasn't sure if she was being real right now.

"Don't treat me like those people. I like to write and read. I wanted to tell you to take it easy today, to relax or even study for tomorrow, practice, but if I told you that and we just spoke briefly, then of course you'd think that I'm plotting something against you. I want you to at least have some faith in me." her never ending smile touched my heart.

If we have the same status - no, if we were living in a different world where equality was implemented, then I would have believed her fully.

"Thank you," was all I could say.

"You don't have to worry about tomorrow. As soon as I'm done, I'll come cheer you on." I give her a smile of appreciation before finishing up the massage.

"I'll break a leg." she stares at me for a second, frozen.

A few seconds later, she turned away and cleared her throat.

Did I do something?

"We should - should go shopping now."

I put her foot down, inspect it and made it move in circular motion. She didn't flinch nor said anything so it means that she's okay now. I rinse the towel before hanging it on the door. It had a hook for the towel to dry.

"We should probably change our clothes." I told her.

"Hmm? Should we? I mean, this is our first time wearing an impromptu uniform."

Come to think of it, I like the feel of our uniform. And I look somewhat attractive. I feel like throwing up. Did I just say that I was attractive? Am I complimenting myself right now? Is Amelia's self-confidence rubbing off on me?

"I guess we can wear this."

"Nice. Then I'll wear another pair of sandals. I'll buy another one in the mall."

What can I expect? Even if she'll only wear it tomorrow, she's still going to buy it.

"Okay, let's go."

As soon as we got to the shopping mall, she immediately ran off to a clothing store. I gulped. It was the most talked about this month. If it's the most talked about, you can probably expect that a single pair can cost you your rent for the entire month and this girl is just buying it.

I feel like my heart is being stabbed as she grabs anything she likes and without trying it on if it was the right size or if it fits her, she went directly to the cashier. The cashier's eyes gleamed at how many Amelia was buying.

I facepalmed myself. I really believed that we were only here to buy shoes. I walk up to Amelia and waited for the packer to do its job.

"What are you doing?" Amelia asks.

"Huh? Carry your bags?"

"But it's a lot?" I shake my head.

"It's okay. I'm used to this."

I've been with many girls and they've shopped more than this, just not this expensive. Maybe this is also a reason why Amelia is at the top of the hierarchy.

"Thank you." she was blushing when she said that, making me feel embarrassed.

"It's no problem."

"Thank you, please come again!" the cashier and packer told us before we left the store.

If this was as heavy as how much she spent, I doubt I can carry this.

"Okay, now for the shoes."

"Alright,"

We make our towards the nearest store for shoes but unfortunately, it wasn't to her liking. We passed by four more stores before she finally found the store of her liking. As we make our way inside, a staff recognized Amelia and immediately went to Amelia's side with an ass looking smile. It made me want to puke.

"Hello, Ms. Amelia Taylor, what can I help you with?"

Amelia was completely unfazed by the recognition. She knows that she's famous herself which is kind of scary.

"Ah, yes, I'm looking for school shoes. Do you have any designs in mind?"

I thought it was durability when it comes to school shoes, I guess it's the design for rich people. It punched me in the gut.

"This way, please,"

"Oh, Amelia?" Amelia turns to face me with a hum and anticipation.

"I'll just wait for you here."

"Are you sure?" I give her a smile.

"Yes, I'm fine here."

"Okay then, I'll be back in a few." I give her a nod and a smile.

As soon as they were gone, I took a seat on one of the benches and looked at myself in the mirror on the wall.

I can't believe I'm out shopping with Amelia. If it wasn't because of this project, we wouldn't have had a proper conversation. That s*x buddy thing sure is taking a toll on me.

I was hungry for Amelia's moans. Well, not specifically hers but since I'm tied down to her, I can't really ask for anyone else. It would be nice to take Chrelia to a date, having fun and watch movies. But she's homophobic.

"I'm done, Lyle." I flinched.

"That was fast?" she gives me a grin and lifted up the big bag.

"I knew what I wanted so browsing really wasn't necessary."

"If you say so,"

I stand up and grabbed the bag from Amelia. She happily gave me the bag and stood beside me. She was really happy, she was literally glowing. I wasn't sure if I shared the same happiness she was feeling.

"Are you hungry?"

"I guess I am. You want to eat, Amelia? Here or at the hotel?"

I realized what I just said, making me clear my throat. Amelia was completely unaware of what other meaning I meant by what I said, which was a relief.

"Let's eat out tonight then tomorrow, let's eat at the hotel."

"Understood,"

Amelia dragged me to somewhere she thinks is tasty. I looked like a guard dog and at the same time, a personal attendant.

"Let's eat there,"

"Pizza?"

"I heard they have something else more than pizza but pizza is their best selling food."

"Okay then,"

Should I use the money the school gave me? I don't want to waste it on pricey foods but I also don't want to look unfortunate in front of Amelia. We may be rich and poor in value but I can at least make her know that I am capable of buying pricey things myself.

After our dinner with minimal embarrassment, we were on our way already to the hotel. She was pretty beat, I could tell. Her eyes were losing focus and her breathing was becoming steady and calm. What hour does she usually sleep? It's still seven in the evening though.

When we got to the hotel, I turned to Amelia to tell her that we're here already but she's already asleep. The driver opened the car door for Amelia and then me.

"If it is alright with Ms. Simon, I shall take the bags."

"No, no. You can carry Amelia. You're strong-"

"Then I shall take the bags."

He abruptly grabs the bags from my side so fast that I was surprised. Does he want me to carry Amelia? I grit my teeth.

This should be no big deal. I already carried Amelia earlier today so this shouldn't be a problem right now, right? I mean, the fact that it's night and she's unconscious shouldn't hinder my pure thoughts of carrying her to our hotel room, right?

I'm getting dizzy. I breathe in and out, calming my nerves and ravaging hormones. I carry Amelia, directly inhaling her scent, making my fangs come out. I shake my head and look straight in front of me. The driver waited for me to get in the elevator and pushed the button.

The receptionist was even staring at us, which made it more awkward. I can't help but glare at the driver but he didn't even give me a glance. The driver opened the door to our hotel room and places the bags on the mini-table and excused himself after locking the door.

I place Amelia on the bed gently, not wanting to wake her up. Wait, I should wake her up, right? She needs to change clothes or she'll be uncomfortable. She also needs to take a shower - I think she's clean.

I wake Amelia up, hoping that she's not yet fully in deep sleep.

"Mhmm," she shifts in her sleep before opening her eyes.

"A-Amelia, you need to change your clothes." she sits up and nods, still half asleep.

"Can you get me my night gown, in my luggage." it was slurred and barely even comprehensive for me but I managed to piece out by reading her lips.

Her soft lips.

I slap myself and let out a shaky breath. I hurriedly went to her luggage and without noticing, I was already biting my own lips. She was bringing such erotic thongs and lacey underwear.

Is she wearing something like this today?

I couldn't help but wonder. After a few shaky rummaging, I found a pastel green night gown and brought it to her without looking at it nor at Amelie. As soon as she grabbed the night gown, she started undressing. I immediately turned around and closed my eyes forcefully shut.

THIS GIRL IS SO DEFENSELESS. Is she always like this? Was she always like this? Does she not think of me as a person? Is she so comfortable with me that she can just undress or does she think so little of me that she's not even embarrassed?

Either way, it had an undeniable effect on me. My raging hormones was almost to its limits. But suddenly, I heard a loud thump on the bed. I turn around reluctantly and found an already sleeping Amelia. She was only wearing panties inside her night gown but the bed was dimly lit that I can't even see clearly.

I let out a relieved sigh before folding her clothes before putting in on the side of the bed. I change into comfortable clothing too before getting comfy on the sofa.