If only

The prince came to save the day

  Is this the end? The burble of the stream would pretty much cover his pain and agony even he tries then it would pointless. The forest behind them would make the place a perfect place to hide a body. Not that it was a peculiar thing to do, after all that’s were all dead bodies go. It was a perfect place for an execution, not that they had planned to. But words cannot contain if you piss a hot-headed lady such as Anastasia.

“This fucker!! Hand me, Mr. Grayson, will you?” She ordered while her left hand gripped tight. Anastasia eagerly waited for her custom-made brass knuckle; arms stretch as she waited for Pacia to place it on her frustrated hands.

“B-but A-ana…T-this is d-dangerous…. W-we s-shouldn’t!” The worried looking Pacia refused to hand over the brass knuckles. “L-let’s….s-st-stop…diz..” The girl was stuttered as she spoke.

“WHAT THE f**k PACIA!? JUST GIVE IT TO ME!” The girl blasted her thunderous voice.

“B-but…b-but” Pacia tried to look brave despite fearing her leader.

GIVE THE f*****g PITCHAKURNO!!”

“This fuckin wimp!” Kyna one of the girls behind them took it from Pacia and handed it to Anastasia. “If you’re just acting like p***y, then better leave our gang, you bitch..” She was probably the second toughest one, while the others just stood there and remain silent, she came forward not giving a crap about the outcome.

“Thank you, finally someone who have guts. Now that everything is good, it’s time to pick up what we left too. Do you have any idea?” Anatasia exclaimed with a giggle.

“Hehehe, probably the goril-“

BAAAAAM!!

Before he could finish his words, the pain was once felt again. But this time it was different, definitely a sane person wouldn’t wish for. As a human, he felt the intense pain of brass pack with powered punch. The sharp edge cut some parts of his cheeks. Blood painted her knuckles as it drips drops to the dry ground.

“Heh…… Hehehe”

“BASTARD!! YOU THINK THIS IS FUNNY??” Another session of punches before letting him go. “THIS BASTARD THINK HE’S TOUGH? WELL, AREN’T YOU?”

“A-ana?” Pacia tried to stop her. She was afraid, but it felt wrong for her.

“ENOUGH WITH YOUR f*****g WIMPERY” A loud roar came from Anastasia as she threw a feint punch at Pacia. This caused her to remained silent. She couldn’t bear the scene; it was too much for his eyes. Meanwhile, Wayne kept chuckling as he continued to annoy the irascible young lad. His voice grew weakly as he coughed blood. He felt that it was the end of his life. Maybe it is time, maybe God already written this story. If it’s time, then it is, and it will happen. Thus, he felt no fear and basically gave up on his life. He wanted the pain to fade, though. Who doesn’t want to avoid pain? Unless you’re a masochist or some martyr, but knowing that his words angered a young girl, he felt that he needed to it more.

Anastasia on the other hand is 1 centimeter short on killing him. Not even her friends could stop her. They knew that she was serious about it, and they couldn’t do a thing. There was a sense of fear for each one of them, and pity at the beaten-up young man in front of them. Pacia had enough, she fell on the hard ground, and lost her consciousness. Except for Kyna who clearly enjoys the scene.

“f**k YOU, THIS IS YOUR FAULT!!!” Anastasia screamed before she gave an extra force to her punches. Wayne felt that it was his end. A moment of silent as he accepted his fate. But it wasn’t time yet. The world didn’t allow him to die yet.

“Fight someone your own size!” A shout came from a familiar voice. It was similar to the girl who called him earlier.

A few seconds has pass yet no sign of an immense pain, just a sound of plank hitting a body or face. He opened his eyes and saw a blonde girl in front of here. The girl beat up Anastasia and other like she was a prince who came to save the princess, it should be the other way around but never mind, equality exists after all. The girl had deadly eyes, more intense that the other one. “Come on, let’s go!” She offered Wayne her hand, and pulled him away from them.

“WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR? CHRISTMAS? GO!!!” Anastasia ordered them to follow them.

PRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRT!!

A sound of whistle stopped them. They assumed that it was daily patrol from the town patrol, they stood there and just watch the two left. As the two run away, Wayne was baffled. In his eyes there were rays of light, butterflies and lofi background. Is it love, one might ask? Only him could know, but it looked that way. It felt like time moved slowly and each step they took were felt like a mile to reach. The girl smile sent him to the underworld, fallen, heavily palpitating and in love to the lowest core. Is love at first sight justifiable? By the looks of it, it could. It’s possible. No name, no idea who she was, just a sense of admiration. He kept looking at her and BADUMP! He fell on the ground. It was a good thing that they stopped chasing them, otherwise they would have catch up.

“Soooooooorry!! I ran faster, and I forgot you’re beaten up. I’m so sorry about that…” The girl helped her stood up. She grabbed a piece of cloth and alcohol wiped of the crimson blood oozing at his face. “Jeez! Look at you, your face is messed up,” she looked at her worriedly. “You could have at least overpowered them and ran away. Never mind, you look hurt,so let me tend you.”

“OW…OOWWCH…Hey, please be gentle,” Wayne asked.

“I am being gentle, jeez.”

“Ow…ow…oooowch still hurts.”

“Calm down, will yah?” said the girl.

The girl also tends her wound on his legs to due to the fall. She found a branch moringa leaves across the road and picked up some leaves, she crushed it in the cloth and wiped it on her wounds as well as his cheeks. “This is not an effective disinfectant, but I would say that hurts less.”

Is this love? Bliss of youth or chance to the sycamore tree? Or whatever it is. The young man was indeed captivated; her canary eyes melted his heart. He never knew her name, thus he wondered and asked, “May I know your name?”

The girl looked confused, “Are you serious?” She answered in an irritated tone.

“Yes, I don’t know your name... That's why I asked.” Wayne was also confused with her answer. He looked once again to get hint a or whatever, he only knew few people in the school filled with thousands of students. Thus, he had no clue who she was. “That’s the truth, are you from STEM?”

“Jeez, JILL!!! COME HERE!!” She called a name and another girl appeared from afar. Black haired, caramel eyes and teasing smile. “Hi! I’m the girl who whistled.” She introduced herself.

“Jill, could you believe this?” She exclaimed, “Wayne doesn’t know me?”

“Uhmmmm, but does he know me? Do you Wayne?” Jill rolled the question to Wayne.

“I…….never mind.” Muddled, he didn’t know what to say.

“Listen,” The girl held his cheeks facing forward to her, she made sure that she didn’t hold the wounded part. She looked at him seriously. “We’re your classmate. I’m April and that’s Jill”

“Hi…” Jill waived her hand and gave a warm smile.

“O-oh? Sorry I can’t recall your names, hehe” Wayne answered while scratching his head paired with soft giggle of embarrassment.

“You seriously can’t remember this face?” April drew closer, her golden eyes were spot on. Wayne looked mesmerize, it was crystal clear purified water that his beat-up face turned from crimson bloody to tomato red, from Mark Grayson smashed face to a blushing teenager boy.

Jill’s smile vanished as she watches these two young main characters entering a romantic cliché. April realized how close she was and backed off while hiding her face out of embarrassment. “Sooooooorry,” said April.

“I do remember the name Jill though, teacher called you in front all the time, right?” Wayne pointed Jill. He looked at her once again, “But you're all-new faces to me.”

“But we’ve been classmates for almost two years!!” April shouted in frustration. "God, I wanna punch this guy."

Jill giggled with a pinch of sarcasm, “You two look cute together.”

April felt the burning flame surrounding Jill. She knew what she has to do, she coughed and stood up. “Anyways, we’re classmates okay?" said April. "I think you can stand on your own now, right?”

“I think so?”

“Goods, I guess I’ll leave you here.” April grabbed her bag from Jill and walked past him. “You should drop by on the drug store to buy a band-aid.” She looked behind and said, “Take care, and stay out of trouble. I'll leave you to behind”

“APRIL WAIT!!” Wayne stood up and called her.

The girl sighed and turned around once again. “What is it?” April asked.

“I never got to say thanks,” said Wayne

“Don’t thank me, thank Jill, she’s the one who told me too.” April waved and continued walking, her figure slowly fades as the distance from them grew farther. She left Wayne and Jill alone. You couldn’t tell from her eyes, but she gave the two an opportunity to talk, a wing woman if such a thing exists.

“Thank you.” Said Wayne

Jill noticed that it wasn’t the same bliss tone, he acts differently compared to before. It’s gloomier and more monotonous, avoiding eye contact and looking down. It’s a small cut in her heart. She looked at him and knew that she has to do something. It shouldn’t end it in an awkward situation where the two will either keep quiet for a minute before bidding farewell, separating like an intersecting line. No, Jill is creative, she is ambitious and smart. The smile just shifted to a sober look, she matched the way Wayne spoke and replied, “That’s it?”

Wayne was quick to notice. He wasn’t the insensitive guy after all. He realize he has to do something, for it seems that a thank you wasn't enough “I guess as a thanks, you can ask me anything. What do you want? I’ll do anything.”

’Interesting, didn’t you just give up on your life when they’re beating you? So why say thank you? HMMMMMMMMM?” Jill raised her eyebrows and walked closer to her.

“You guys saw that? How does this all began? Why are two here? I didn’t ask for help”

“True. You didn’t, but’s did you ask to die?” Another teasing smile paired with raising eye brows. 

Wayne was worked up with the girl in front of her, never he felt an intense exchange of words from girl, more importantly he hated this type of stuff. “Yes, I did, and appreciate if you didn’t intervene” he muttered.

“Well, I didn’t hear you, all I heard is you flirting with that girl named Anastasia. Till a prince came to save you and here you are complaining to me” There was a smirk and a presence of teasing. Jill was delighted, she kept looking at his face and holding an explosion of blushing from her face.

“This has to stop. I don’t like,”

“But you still me owe me though, after all you said you’d do anything, right?”

Jill gave a teasing smile and Wayne simply sighed and accepted whatever is to come. Jill grabbed her hand and they started walking. Leaving the place where death almost knock.