Segment: Confession

The Event

Lyle's P.O.V

"Hey," Jamie pats my back as he sits beside me on the bleachers.

Some students were playing basketball and there wasn't much people so I thought of resting here. The calming sound of their shoes spiking and the ball bouncing on the spotless court was relaxing to me. It was a different sound but it somehow calmed me down.

"Yo," I sigh as I greeted him.

"Man, you look awfully tired." I replied with a hum and closed my eyes, leaning my head on his shoulder.

I was quite nervous, that what if Amelia calls me, asking for s*x but surprisingly, she didn't, for two weeks now. I thought she'd immediately jump on to the opportunity but she didn't. Could it be that she's not as sexually frustrated as I am? Plus I've been going to and fro because of all the competitions I've been participating.

"You haven't let out your s****l frustrations, huh? That's your only way you could feel relaxed."

Jamie's low voice was whispery today than normal. I wonder what his deal was but I was too tired to even ask him. Every breath I exhale, it's like a second of resting is being taken away from me.

"She hasn't called me."

"Mhm, you still have two weeks left."

"For what?"

"The project with Amelia? And that competition?"

I almost forgot about it. I curse in my head. What if Amelia calls on me on that day? Won't she be suspicious of me? How I arrived so early when she doesn't know who it was? If she were to call me and I arrive fast, that's practically me giving out my whereabouts and when she realizes that, she'll pinpoint it to me being her s*x buddy.

I don't want her to know.

"I almost forgot."

"I don't think Amelia will cause any unnecessary problems for you." I open my eyes and sit up straight.

I look straight ahead of me, overseeing the boys' practice match.

"I don't think she's a troublemaker,"

"You're right. She's not like any other which makes me wonder why you like Chrelia and not Amelia. Oh, their names rhyme." he chuckles to himself as soon as he realizes that.

There really was something bothering me. Judging by how he was happy over a little small thing just now. He's trying to find something positive in order to forget the negative. He knows that isn't exactly the solution but as human as he is, he needed that affirmation. And I can't blame him.

"She's just not my type," he pats my back quite harshly making me cough a little. I sent him a glare and he just stuck his tongue out at me. I roll my eyes.

"If you ever fall for Amelia, I'll be definitely happy."

The way he was saying it seems like he knows something that I don't. I can't exactly order my heart to like Amelia. We're two different people living in two different worlds. I bet Amelia doesn't know the word 'struggle'; the word that I, everyday, have to live with.

"What are you intentions, Jamie. Because honestly, you pushing me to being with Amelia is quite suspicious, you know." he shrugs with a lopsided smile.

"I don't know. I have a good feeling about Amelia." I shake my head in disbelief.

Logic in this world can't be overruled by just a mere 'feeling'. Knowledge, fame and wealth decides who's for who.

"And what's with you? Something's bothering you, I see that." he laughs exhaustedly.

"Yeah, I'm tired too. Lately, the higher ups wanted a change of plans."

He let out an exasperated sigh and lets his eyes wander around the gymnasium. He looked beat. He has bags under his eyes and he looked dead. He needed sleep.

"What is it?"

"The higher ups made me do a website where I store in everything. They told me to type in everything I've written so far and I already wrote three whole books! Damn it."

"Are the higher ups getting suspicious?" he shakes his head,

"I don't honestly know. They told me they wanted to know what happens around the school on a daily basis. Since they were too busy to actually check a whole month's worth of reading."

"That means you don't need to write anymore?"

He messes his head and crosses his arms. He was pissed and sleepy, I could tell.

"No, they want me to continue writing and typing both at the same time."

Ooh, that's going to be a pain in the ass.

"That sucks."

"I know,"

I want to know why they're doing this. I'm here for almost two months and I still don't know the school's objective. But knowing this school where killing another is fine, the objective should be nastier than the system. I've been here two months and it's already giving me a headache.

"Hey, in just three weeks, you can finally have fun in the trip."

"Yeah, but we still have to check the survey, the place the survey gives along with the actual student council and then help with the preparations the student council is doing."

"I don't think we necessarily need to help, we've been busy." he gives me a 'really' look. He was annoyed and I probably know why.

"You know Cameron will help even if it means it would kill him. And guess what would happen if we don't help? Poor people not helping while another poor person is helping. That seems bullshit to me. God, Cameron annoys me so much."

I was right. So it all comes down to this.

"I'll take over the hard things when we help." he sighs and shakes his head again, giving me an apologetic expression.

"Lyle, don't push yourself too hard. Out of all of us, you have the most tiring job out of all. I'm kind of thankful to Amelia, you know. I thought she'd be s*x-hungry and all but since you two have become exclusive, you have a bit of rest since she doesn't call you."

I realized that too but this is kind of unsettling for me. Is she planning something grand? Is she going to punish me? But she doesn't even know it's me that took her virginity. I don't even see her since that announcement because I'm so busy always.

"I'm not pushing myself, chill your tits." he rolls his eyes and stands up.

"Well, I better continue writing that s**t down. I'll see you in the next meeting then, Pres." I nod.

"Take some break once in a while, dimwit." he starts walking away, waving his hand at me,

"Yeah, yeah."

I should probably go too.

For the next few days, I've attended three competitions, practice matches against some school that I don't know. I had to put on a lecture to another school also and then helped the basketball club practice and went to the actual match and acted as a club manager.

I sulk in the bathtub. I submerge my entire body under the water, letting my face float for oxygen. I close my eyes relaxing in the water. The bathtub was big enough to fit three people and the shower room could fit about five people.

"Rich people, tsk."

Despite me hating rich people, here I am, being treated like one of them and me not minding. I feel so f****d up inside. I'm a hypocrite, a nasty one at that.

"Tomorrow, I get to travel with Amelia for two days and two nights."

*****

The day finally came and here I was, waiting for Amelia at the front of a yacht. It was a private property of Amelia's so we were the only ones that were going to board this enormous ship. I mean, isn't this a bit big for just the two of us? And for those managing the yacht and the captain along with his crew? Isn't this too much for just us?

I shake my head, trying to also shake off the nervousness. I look at my arm holding an ironed uniform. The school told us to wear this on our time there since we need to look neat and organized. Apparently, the outside world doesn't know that we don't wear uniforms inside the school, though I'm thankful that they gave me pants instead of a skirt.

"I'm sorry, did you wait?" I flinched when I heard Amelia's voice from behind me.

"Oh, no, no. It's fine."

Crap. I sound like an i***t. I still don't know how to communicate with Amelia. I can't even look at her in the eyes.

I sounded like a nervous wreck. But my nervousness was justified. Amelia looked extravagantly beautiful with her short dress with no sleeves and her white hat that went with her white dress. She looked so innocent and pure and looked like a goddess. She sparkled under the harsh sun's rays.

"Should we get going?"

It's our first and official proper conversation and I can't say this will end well. Whenever I look at Amelia, I was reminded of that night when she was disheveled and hot and flustered. Her sweaty figure along with her moans. I chew the inside of my cheeks, trying to contain my s****l urges.

There hasn't been a person that didn't want seconds after our first encounter. Well, Amelia did told her father she liked me but no one has ever made me wait for two weeks long. It was only three days at most. This was a first to me.

"Alright. Lady's first." she chuckles at me and nodded before going up the yacht.

I had never seen Amelia chuckle to me, in front of me and to my face. It caught me off guard. She was mostly aloof with strangers and cold towards men and maybe even hostile if she just didn't hold back. But why is she different with me?

I sigh silently. I wish it was Chrelie with me. I bet she'd look good too in that dress and with that hat. Ah, Chrelia's smile sent me to the moon. I want to talk to her again.

No, it's rude to think of another girl when you're with a girl.

This was a common fault in today's age of dating and I am not going to do that. But we're not dating- ah, f**k it.

The crew welcomed us warmly and gave us immediately champagne. Rich people can drink even though they're underage so I am not surprised by this. In that workshop, we were trained by a lot of things, including raising our tolerance for alcohol but I didn't need that. I was already a heavy drinker myself. It was one of the skills needed on the streets.

"Do you know?" she started talking suddenly.

She guided me to the edge of the yacht, overlooking the ocean as the yacht started moving. A yacht too big for the both of us, has started moving when the both of us boarded. This was still surreal. This was my first time.

"What?" we clank our glasses, an etiquette for drinking with someone, before taking a light sip of the champagne.

The liquid made its way to my throat, making me almost smile at its taste. A fine champagne on a fine day. If only Chrelia was with me. I doubt though that she'll drink and with me at that.

"We only have one hotel room."

The school is an island, I mentioned that. In order for us to exit the island, it would be the means of transportation by a private air transport or private ship. The students don't accept public transportation. And that goes too with accommodation so Amelia telling me that we will be sharing a room together made me drop my mouth to the ground.

"Wha-ehem, are you okay with that though? I mean, don't you prefer sleeping in another room? Away from me?"

I should keep my cool. BUT I CAN'T. We already had s*x once and the fact that she hasn't called me once in two weeks made my s*x drive haywire. I need to calm down. I need to be cool with it.

"I'm fine with it. Father told me that the hotel was already fully booked and there's only one room left. That hotel is the finest in the area, it seems."

I want to facepalm myself. Should I tell her that I'm okay sleeping on the streets? Or on the floor or on the hallway? Lobby?

"I mean, if you're okay with me then alright." she turns to me with a smile. It was so pure that it caught me off guard.

"You know, you should take pride that you're you still."

It was a vague statement but I understood it. I chuckle. So she knows something about a thing or two about the world. She's not entirely clueless like the others. This is a first.

"I come as I go." it was another vague statement but judging by her look, she understood it.

Silence followed us after. I look at the island, a little bit smaller now than before we departed. Our school erect in the middle of the woods, looking glorious from a distance.

"I'd hate it if you leave,"

The wind blew at the right moment, swaying Amelia's hair and her hat flying off. Before I could say anything, she asked me to come with her as she was somewhat hungry and skipped breakfast.

At around noon, we had arrived at the port and now we're being transported to the school with us wearing our uniforms. I couldn't look at Amelia all this time. I was still figuring out why she didn't want me to leave and what meaning behind was there? I was absent-minded the whole time we were being escorted to JJ High School.

"We've arrived, Young Miss and Young Master."

Eh?

Amelia laughed at the name the driver called me. Me? Young Master? Because I'm flat and because I'm wearing pants than a skirt? I glared at Amelia but as soon as I turned to her, my eyes directly were stuck on her.

She looked stunning in that white uniform. She looked like someone that came from another world. She was rocking the uniform that she could be easily mistaken as a princess.

"What is it?" she caught me staring and now she's conscious of my stare.

I painstakingly took my eyes off of her and exited the car without a word. I opened the car door for her and she grabbed my head for support. Her hand was smooth, not one callous. This girl doesn't know how to do a chore and this is why Jamie's suggestion for us getting together is not in reach.

"You look beautiful," I give her my sweetest and most charming smile.

"You look handsome yourself."

I don't know if we were joking anymore or this is us just being civil despite us being strangers. I didn't feel restrained. I wasn't suffocating. I felt free when I'm with Amelia and I don't need to do things out of practice. Rather, this feels like this is what is meant to happen. I feel at peace for some reason.

I close the door and we make our way to the Principal's Office. It was still lunch break and the students were scattered all over the school, eating their lunches. The moment we entered the gate, all of their eyes were on us, forgetting that they were having lunch.

"I see you have quite a charisma." she teases me and smiles as she looks at me.

"Maybe you're talking about yourself, Amelia?"

We knock on the door of the Principal's Office. There was no teacher that was in the area so we had to ask a student for us to get here. It was quite troublesome though. The student stuttered and kept on blushing. It was really a pain.

The door opened revealing a flustered Principal. His bald head shining under the lights.

"Good noon, Miss Taylor, Miss Simon. Please, come in."

As soon as we came, the lights were turned on all at the same time, blinding me for a bit. There the teachers was, with celebratory hats. The room was filled with balloons and confetti, it seemed like there was a birthday party going on. There was also a feast on the table.

"Welcome to JJ High School!" they all shouted in sync.

Amelia and I looked at each other. It was too much for a welcome, actually. We only gave awkward thank you's and let the teachers roam us around the table, putting foods on our plates that I think we can't even finish.

"Please, eat up to your fill."

"The trip must be tiring. Please, eat up."

The teachers left us as soon as we were seated. I look at the plate which was full of food and then to Amelia. She had this troubled face on and it made me feel bad. She wasn't exposed to such big meals unlike me who has to eat what's left in the garbage.

"If you can't finish it, I can eat if for you."

"This is a lot though? You have your own fill too." I give her a grin to reassure her that it was going to be fine.

"I can't say 'no' to food." she looks at her plate, then to mine and to my face.

"I'll try to eat as much as I can. As a form of respect to them and gratitude to you."

"Don't worry about it. Eat up. I don't doubt they're doing this because they're trying to suck up to you."

"Psh, oh, please."

And we started eating slowly.

The years have evolved the earth, where the rich rules. The world now implemented that every school wears a uniform, every country out there, even in the States. But this school was above all else. Every rich family out there, overseas or local, they enroll their children to System High School because it was the only school that was free.