Segment: Confession

Winter Festival

Third Person's P.O.V

The fake student council was so preoccupied with digging information about System, planning on bringing it down, when they didn't notice that the Winter Festival is already here. They were so shocked to hear the news from Amelia that the Festival would be tomorrow. 

"Are you serious?" Jamie asks in a panic. 

The fake student council has a job to do, and that is to help the real student council organize the festival. Them being too focused on digging information was their fault. System was going to catch them and give them appropriate, if not severe punishment. 

"We're screwed." Allie grabs her hair and pulls them from her head. 

"Chill. I asked the Michelle if they needed help but she said that they got it. I think they're indebted to you guys when you protected us." Amelia walks to Lyle's side and places her arm on Lyle's waist, resting it there. 

Lyle got flustered at the sweet gesture Amelia was showing. Lyle struggled to keep a straight face when all her senses are focusing on the sole touch Amelia was giving. 

"Still, this is unforgiveable." Cameron says, clearly upset that they couldn't get to help the student council.

"We should help them finalize things. That's all we can do now." Kristine pats Cameron's back, attempting to calm him down. 

"I guess," Cameron replies and calms down. 

"Let's go." Samantha grabs Cameron by the hand and pulls him to the exit. 

"We should too," I told Allie. 

"But what about you, Amelia?" Allie asks Amelia.

"I'll be overseeing your help." Amelia smiles at Allie angelically, making Allie elbow Lyle on her side. 

"Lucky," Allie whispered to Lyle.

"Alright, I'll see you there, Pres." 

The others left while Lyle and Amelia stayed behind. Lyle grabbed Amelia's hand that was placed on Lyle's waist and intertwined their hands together. Lyle stares at their intertwined hands, feeling contented at the moment. 

"Lyle?" 

Lyle smiles before pulling Amelia to her. Their bodies collide with a gentle impact. Lyle snakes her arms around Amelia's waist and tasted Amelia's sweet lips. 

Lyle always wanted to kiss her spontaneously. Whenever she glances at Amelia's lips, Lyle can't look away. 

The both of them melts into the kiss, feeling all the sensation of holding each other, connecting their lips and their butterflies in their stomach all at once. It was overwhelming for Lyle but it was good for her. She wanted more. Being in Amelia's side made her happy and her happiness was making her an addict. 

"You seem to want to kiss me often," Amelia giggles and caresses Lyle's cheeks. 

Amelia looks into Lyle's hazel eyes, falling deeper and deeper. Lyle's eyes were so captivating to Amelia and Amelia could guess why others also wanted Lyle's attention. Lyle is everything everyone could want but can't have, and that goes to Amelia too, Lyle knows that. It kept replaying in their minds. 

I can't lose her.

The both of them kept thinking and thinking, making a plan for every little thing that could go wrong. They weren't ready to lose each other when they haven't been together. 

"You seem to want to be kissed often," 

"Well, if it's you, I don't mind." Amelia winks at Lyle, making Lyle want to jump in joy. 

She was the happiest person in the world. Lyle couldn't believe herself when she, once, didn't look Amelia's way. Lyle thought that what if she didn't hide the fact that it was Amelia's f**k buddy the whole time, would things be easier?

"You're getting really flirty," Lyle lets her forehead touch Amelia's and closed her eyes.

Amelia's warmth was welcome in Lyle's cold body. That was what drove Lyle to want to be with Amelia at all times. On the other hand, Lyle's security made Amelia feel at ease. Amelia felt welcome and secure in Lyle's life. Lyle wasn't even trying when she made Amelia fall for her. 

Like it was made to happen in the first place. 

Destiny. 

"And you're going to be late." Amelia points out.

Lyle stood still for a moment, engraving Amelia's warmth in her heart before giving Amelia a kiss on the forehead. 

"Yeah, let's go?" Amelia nods with a shy smile. 

They walk to where the others were, establishing a clear distance between. As much as they want to be near each other, they can't because this is what Lyle chose for the both of them. Lyle was now experiencing love withdrawal wherein Lyle wants to be near Amelia, skin touching and not letting go. 

As they pass by the many students that were on the sides, the students can't help but gawk at both of them. Some are still bitter about Lyle being exclusive but they can't do anything about it. Though they were gaining on who owned Lyle sexually, they were three steps back about who owned Lyle romantically. 

The both of them approached everyone who are in the gymnasium. Finals touches were needed. A few decoration on the top of the elevated platform, a few mannequins, designer clothing and exhibit inventions that the clubs made. This is not only a festival, it was also an auction. 

"Need one more hand?" Lyle asks.

"Really, I already told Amelia that we're okay." Michelle shakes her head and pouts as she notices that the whole fake student council are present. 

"We were guilty, putting all of you at work." Cameron answers Michelle's complain.

"Yeah, what he said." Jamie suddenly pops beside Michelle with a goofy smile. Michelle flinches at the sound of someone beside her when she clearly thought that there was no one there. 

"Where did you come from?" Michelle asks.

"We're already here, plus we want to help." Lyle says before approaching Styroe and grabbed the other end of the banner.

Amelia sat on the first seat she could find and did exactly what she said, overseeing the council's help. 

"Fine," Michelle begrudgingly says. 

As the two councils help in finishing the decorations, students that passes by the gym, enters for a quick look, gawking at the most beautiful people in school when they see Amelia staring coldly at them. The Queen of the school was back. Her cold stares, her cold demeanor and her indifference. 

Everyone looked at Lyle but Lyle was oblivious to what was happening. She was busy decorating and was having fun. A change of scenery was good, Lyle thought. 

"What?" she asks after she noticed the others keep giving her looks. 

"Nothing," Van answers when no one wanted to. 

After they had finished the decorations, early, they decided to call it a day. Amelia had things to do and Lyle too, they were separately going to dig information again while the others said they were going to rest for now. Jamie had a different plan though. 

Jamie stuck by Michelle's side while Michelle ignored Jamie's presence. 

"I heard that Bryce had a friend and is after you?" 

"..." Michelle didn't want to talk to Jamie, that was also one of the reasons why they didn't call for the fake council.

"Are you going to ignore me?" 

"..."

Amelia's words, Michelle kept on thinking. She wanted to know too what Jamie is to her. What her feelings for Jamie is or are. Why she's not affected by Jamie's touch when her reaction would be worse if it's a man touching her. She'd scrub the part where it was touched, scrub till it bleeds. That's how serious it was. 

"Did I do something wrong?" Jamie grabs Michelle's hand and spun her around, catching Michelle by surprise and making her look at Jamie accidentally. 

"What are you doing?" Michelle finally answers. 

"I want you to talk to me." Jamie answers straight, staring directly into Michelle's deep green eyes. 

"I don't want to." 

Michelle tries to yank Jamie's grip away but he wasn't going to give up that easily. His grip was firm but not hurtful. Michelle notices that and stops trying to get his hand off of her. 

"Why? Won't you tell me something?" Michelle looks away. 

Jamie is indeed a handsome man, the school knows that. The whole fake student council are beautiful and handsome men. They were made and built that way, picked too. That's why there are only 8 of them because they were a tiny troop of superhumans. 

"You didn't do anything,"

"But that can be a fault too," Jamie was relentless. 

"Wha-" 

Jamie kisses Michelle on the lips, full on make out mode. Michelle was taken aback by how aggressive Jamie was but Michelle can't help it, she melted into the kiss. There was a tiny bomb inside Michelle's stomach. Or a volcano. It was grumbling whenever Jamie was near and if Jamie does something to Michelle, it erupts, giving it the final push. 

Jamie smiles in the kiss when he felt Michelle kiss him back. Jamie was Michelle's first and Jamie took pride in that. Michelle was also the first woman to make Jamie go crazy over. They broke their kiss when Michelle was out of breathe, 

Michelle pants hard, her mind getting dizzy. Jamie lifts Michelle's chin and kisses her again. Michelle barely caught her breath when she's already losing it but Jamie's kiss was so enticing. If Jamie's kiss had a scent, it would be aromatic. Jamie knows how to kiss Michelle right. 

Michelle pushes Jamie lightly, losing strength. Jamie let himself get pushed by the flustered Michelle. Jamie tucks a hair behind Michelle's ear and caresses Michelle's smooth cheek. 

"Tell me if you want to end this relationship." 

Michelle's heart ached right away. She wasn't sure if it was because of how heartbroken Jamie sounded or if she will be called a liar by her father. One thing was for sure, she wasn't ready to give Jamie up but she can't also keep him hanging. 

"Are you asking for my virginity in exchange for my lie?" Michelle phrased wrongly. She curses herself under her breath. It had came out wrong. 

"Excuse me?" Jamie distances himself from Michelle, hurt from Michelle's words. 

"That's not what I meant, I'm sorry." Michelle shakes her head.

But it was already too late. 

"Alright then." Jamie says, his voice went a pitch lower. He wasn't chirpy anymore. He wasn't happy nor joking. 

"Jamie?" 

"If you see me like that, then there's nothing left to do. Just tell your father that I broke up with you. Let's just be acquaintances, President." Jamie starts walking away.

"Jamie! Wai..t.." Jamie was already gone. 

Michelle fell onto the ground. Her heartbreak was now unbearable that tears started to flow down her cheeks. But she was still asking herself why she was crying. 

"Crap." she told herself. 

Michelle kept her head down and walked to the dormitory. She went to Amelia's room and knocked solemnly. Amelia wasn't expecting someone so she hid everything all away, about the System and made sure it was hidden well. She opens the door and was shocked to see a tear-strained Michelle. 

"Michelle? What's wrong?" 

Michelle gets inside Amelia's room and broke down. She was sobbing and wheezing already. Amelia grabbed a glass of water and set it beside Michelle. She sat at the other side of Michelle and pats Michelle's back gently. 

"Our fake.. relationship ended." 

Michelle told Amelia the whole story, not leaving even the wrong phrasing question asked to Jamie. Amelia feels that her words aren't going to reach Michelle, because Amelia isn't close with Jamie. Michelle needs the words of someone that knows Jamie well; Lyle.

"Can I call Lyle over?" Michelle nods while trying to wipe away her tears. 

Amelia calls Lyle over and almost immediately, Lyle showed up. Lyle enters Amelia's room out of the ordinary. 

"They're done." Amelia says, giving Lyle the short version. 

"Was Jamie the one who said to, you know." Lyle was sensitive to the word. It might cause Michelle stress even more. 

"Yes," Michelle answers, still sobbing and sniffing.

Amelia and Lyle exchanged looks. 

"I'll let you two talk." Amelia smiles at Lyle before Lyle smiles gratefully. Amelia exits her own room and let the two talk. 

"He.. he, I," Michelle can't even form words at the moment. 

The scene had impacted her this much that she was ignoring her own feelings. 

"I already know what happened," Lyle calmly says, rubbing circles on Michelle's back to soothe her just a bit.

"How?" 

"I just do. You know, Jamie really cared for you." all Lyle got as a response was Michelle's sniffing. 

Michelle didn't care if she was crying ugly right now. The black hole inside her kept on eating her away and she can't do anything but cry. She wants her suffering to end immediately.

"I could see it in his eyes that he wanted you so bad, but he knows he can't have you." 

"..."

"It maybe a different reason from mine but it's connected." 

"..." Michelle kept on sniffing while listening. 

"Jamie is the type to get what he wants from a girl, but never did I see him wait for someone." 

"..."

"Jamie changed for you, but he didn't want to tell you." 

"Changed.." Michelle says silently.

Lyle's voice making it through Michelle's clouded mind. 

"You put a wall, so hard and thick that you don't even recognize your own feelings and voice. I'm not going to tell you what your feelings are because that would be me manipulating you in this broken state." 

"Lyle," Michelle sniffs and wipes her tears again.

"I won't tell anything deep. You and Jamie should talk, without any barriers. I know that will put you to ease." 

"I will," 

"A word of advice though, Jamie might be back to what he was before you guys happened." 

"What was he?" Michelle says in between sniffs. 

"Cold and unreachable." 

"God," Michelle cries harder. 

An hour or sobbing later, Michelle finally calmed down and fell asleep in Amelia's room. Lyle sighs and closes the door behind her. Amelia was there, holding a drink in her hand from System Department Store. She had brought two others for Michelle and Lyle. 

"Done?" Amelia asks. 

"She's asleep."

"Oh," Amelia says. 

"Can I sleep at yours?" Amelia asks. 

"Sure," 

The next morning came, and the Festival was starting. The fake student council wore Prince clothing, it was a tradition made by the school. It was so that they could stand out and they would assist those who are in need. They were a part of the side dishes of the main dish. The main dish was the auction. 

"Woah, what a different person." Jamie claps his hands as he looks at Lyle from head to toe. Jamie doesn't know that Lyle already knows and Lyle understands why Jamie isn't telling her. It was too soon and too recent of a scar. It might open back again if touched. 

"I could say the same to everyone." Lyle looks at the others and nods at all of them.. 

The bell rang, signaling that the festival is starting. 

"Make sure to stop any fight, entertain and assist guests, understood?" Lyle's commanding voice echoed throughout the council room. 

"Yes, Commander!" 

Guests came flooding from everywhere, coming from other countries to rich locals. The superiors coming later for the main event, but not all. The council separated ways for a more coverage. Everyone who can see one of the members all asked for a picture before asking for assistance. 

"My, so handsome."

"I want to come here, Mama!"

"I don't want to graduate." 

"I can die peacefully."

There were all sorts of compliments and comments and they were the talk of the school. Amelia was still getting ready. She made sure to wake Michelle first before getting ready. 

"I don't want to." Michelle grumbles and pushes her face on to Amelia's pillow. 

"Come on," Amelia pulls Michelle's leg.

"No, no, no." 

A few kicks and pulls later, they were ready to walk the red carpet. The both of them didn't even have to try. Michelle wore glasses because her eyes were still puffy from all the crying. Michelle pushes the glasses up and sighs. 

"Are you trying to impress someone? Oh, stupid question." Michelle takes back her question when the answer was obvious. 

"The school's website is going crazy over the student council." Amelia's voice was piercing. She was determined to catch all those who were trying to make a move on her Lyle. 

"Crazy," Michelle utters under her breath. 

The both of them make their way to school, quickly grabbing the men's attention. There was no one inside the school right now that doesn't know them. The guests make way for both of the princesses. Some took pictures. They were like walking money to women, while prey to men. 

"I don't want to search for them," Michelle says, regretting coming with Amelia. 

"Don't worry, Jamie is on the other side." Michelle starts to hesitate.

"Or is it that you want to see Jamie?" Amelia asks. 

Michelle was behind her, making Amelia smile by herself. Michelle opens her mouth but Amelia quickly opens her mouth to talk to someone.

"Looking good," 

"You look more dashing than us, Miss Taylor, Miss Young." Michelle looks up and sees Gerald, looking handsome. 

"And manners, wow." Amelia claps her hands elegantly, not trying to embarrass herself in front of all the staring people. 

"Do you need any assistance?" Gerald politely asks, dashing his killer smile. 

"Ah, yes, I'm searching for your President," Amelia looks behind at Michelle then looks back at Gerald. 

"I don't know what Michelle wants though." 

"Ah, the President is handling the west side. I believe she's almost having her break." Amelia smiles.

"Thank you. Can you keep her company till she makes up her mind?" 

"Amelia," Michelle gets worked up. 

"No problem, Miss Taylor."

"Thank you!" Amelia starts walking away and winks at Michelle. 

Amelia is bringing her A-GAME. Gerald turns to Michelle with his warmest smile. Michelle wasn't sure what to make of the situation. She was being reduced from being high to being miserable. 

"Shall we?"