The Identity Of The Sinful Miracle

∽ E I G H T E E N ∽

∽ m i r a c l e ∽

Another day again. Boooooriiiiiinnnnggg ~

I sighed a long one. Then I placed down my head on the desk and shift it to the left side where the window was.

There, Chance was looking outside. His right hand was supporting his chin, while his elbow was resting on the table. His eyes were boringly watching everything under the bright sun. His face also, it was gleaming and sparkling because of the sunlight striking through the sliding window. He was staring at the vast stretch of the horizon. Was he bored the same as I?

Wait. Gleaming and sparkling? Edward Cullen? Blah. What a lame analogy. Chance was far different from that Cullen—who usually sparkled like stars. That Cullen was described as a blameless person without any blemishes. He was not a human; he was a blood-sucking vampire that owned all the glory of perfection. And Chance was not. He was just a completely human. If he was a perfect man, then he had no right to be called a human.

I heard Nate whistled meaningfully. I quickly removed my eyes on Chance and looked at Nate. “Butthole,” I mouthed at him and he just laughed.

"Isn’t it boring?" I heard Elli commented. It was already our second subject, no teachers came to teach. Well, even if they attended the class, it'd be boring, too.

"School Festival is almost near, I can’t feel it," Ash added.

"Right, that’s the reason why we don’t have classes."

Then a lady appeared on the doorway. "Pardon me. Miss Montero and Mister Cain are being summoned to the Principal’s Office,” she politely said.

"Eh?" I uttered blankly. Principal’s Office? Me? Him? I eyed Ancy. There, poker-faced.

"Tch,” he hissed while rolling his eyes sideways

"Tch," I mimicked.

I stood up, he as well. Chance walked first and I followed. Once we were outside, the unknown lady was still there. I panned my head to her direction. "Thank you,” I said.

"Amp—!" I groaned.

My face hit a hard surface as I looked in front. "Aww . . ." I painfully whimpered in low voice, lips pouted and eyebrows furrowed. My nose, it's in pain.

I heard Chance clicked his tongue and abruptly faced me. His face was just two inches apart and his brows were creased as well. Staring at me, he was inspecting every millimeter of my face.

I raised an eyebrow. “Apologize to me.” And I demanded, crossing my arms on my chest.

His annoyance intensified, and as to my surprise, he pinched my nose! "Aww!" I yelped in a loud voice!

"Next time, don’t take your eyes somewhere." He lectured while still pinching my nose tight. “I don’t take orders coming from you.”

"Ow, you dummy! Let my nose go!" I cried and he obliged.

He grinned at me. "You look so ugly."

"Shut up, you are ugly." I snapped then started walking, leaving him. I eyed him sideways and he was just looking in front. He briefly gazed at me with a bored expression, then averted back to the front. Tch.

We reached the office and entered inside. There was a mid-20's female that dressed so primly with her brown hair that bunned in classy-messy style.

"Then? You must have a good reason why you called us here." Chance addressed in a rough voice as he immediately sat on the chair.

It confused me. Chance was rude.

"Good morning to you, too, Mister Cain," she replied sarcastically sweet, then she faced me with a warm smile. "Have a seat, Miss Montero."

"Thanks," I politely replied and took a seat.

Chance hissed again. Well, his true nature was being cranky after all. He was always ‘tsk-ing’ like a clock.

"Anyway," the principal stated. "My purpose why I called you two, is because I want both of you to organize our School Fest."

I grimaced inwardly. Seriously? Me? I didn't have any idea how to organize a School Fest. Haven’t she heard that I’m a chaotic evil child?

"I’m not involving myself," Chance sternly said.

"Did I ask your opinion? Just to remind you, this serves as your punishment." The principal told Chance. I raised a brow. Why would he have a punishment?

Chance is a troublemaker, then.

He let out a deep breath as he stayed silent, thinking. "Fine." Then he huffed, replying shortly. "Why her?" He was pertaining to me.

She hummed while grinning. "Well, Natsumi is a smart and intelligent student. I know that both of you can do it. Is that fine with you, Miss Montero?"

After that compliment, I still wanted to say no. But it was the principal’s order, how could I protest?

"All right, end of the discussion," the principal declared. "You'll start planning tomorrow; the SSC's will only guide the both of you. I'll also excuse the two of you to all of your subjects, and ask your advisers to give you special treatment."

Special treatment, huh? It was still a pain in the a*s.

Chance rose from his seat and went out of the office.

"Don't mind my little brother, Miss Montero," the principal told me, chuckling.

"Wait . . . Little brother?" I asked flabbergastingly. I checked the desk plaque displayed on the table. Marielle Cain, the name engraved on it. It was Chance’s older sister!

Immediately, I bowed my head to pay respect. “I’m sorry, I should’ve known that you’re the older sister of Chance.”

She laughed. "It’s fine. Airelle also told me a lot of things about you."

"I hoped she said something nice about me." I smiled sheepishly.

"Don’t worry. Airelle is such a darling and she adores you so much.”

I pealed a soft laugh, a soft blush etched on my face. "Thanks, Miss Cain. That makes me happy.”

"And the same goes with Ancy,” she stated.

"What about Ancy?"

"That he likes you, too."

It got me frozen on my seat. I never expected her to tell me that!

"What's so surprising?” A curve to her mouth lifted. "You can't notice, Natsumi? He's into you. Usually, he's obnoxious the other girls and bullies them behind their backs."

"I know. That is the thing he's exactly doing to me."

"But still he gives you special attention. While others not."

I wanted to scrunch my face up, but I had to be respectful. "Please don't jump into conclusions, Ma'am. Chance is just being ‘friendly’ to me."

"Just stating some hypotheses." She winked and I only stared at her. Really, huh? A lot of people died due to hypotheses—literally and realistically. She should better take some care. "Anyway, Ancy has left. You better go with him."

"Right," I said and stood up, making my way out of the room. I saw Chance, not from afar. "Ancy, wait!" I yelled, enough for him to hear me. I was expecting him to wait for me, but he just waved his hand! I mentally pricked my scalp. He’s such a butthole.

Sighing, I chased after him. "Rude," I complained, huffing when I reached him. "You never waited for me."

"Don't blame me. You're just a slowpoke," he boringly replied, putting his hands at the back of his head and continued walking.

I shifted my head sideways. What an arrogant jerk. My eyes automatically locked on him when I felt that he was looking at me. He was now wearing a smirk. "What's with that smirk?" I questioned snappishly, an eyebrow was raised.

"You're making face, it doesn’t suit you."

"Then stop looking at me." I countered. He just grinned, more like laughing on his mind. "Do you find that amusing, Chance?"

He pursed his lips and chuckled. "Yeah, because it looks ugly."

"You're uglier." I deadpanned. "Do I even look like a clown?"

"You're too cute to be a clown, but you’re still ugly."

I rolled my eyes heavenwards. "Have you eaten something bad?"

"I ate my breakfast this morning." He pulled a humorless joke.

"Funny." I snorted. "Anyway, your sister said that this is your punishment?"

"For bringing Airelle in our old house. The day when I saw you in the forest."

"Hmm," I hummed while nodding. They had a house built nearby? I didn't know. "That's all?"

"Yeah, because we just escaped that time," he answered. "We had an old home there and we just visited it. There was a class at that time. Just for that, she punished me." and explained. I only pursed my lips. "By the way, you were also there, why?"

Oh, no. How could I explain that? I simply gulped a huge lump that formed on my throat and sweat dropped on my forehead. "Well, uh, I . . . We—I mean ME . . . I also visited our old house there." I forced a smile.

He eyed me suspiciously. "Really? I thought you had an accident and hit your head?"

"Oh, I had that accident when I came home." Obviously, I lied.

"And Nathan was also absent at that time. Were you with him?"

Okay, time to get serious. I put my chin up as I made my face innocent like I did nothing. "Huh? Nathan? That stupid Nathan?"

"Yeah, that stupid Nathan."

"Nothing." I shrugged, feigning decency.

He only nodded. "Really? You two seem close. Why you don’t know."

I lifted an eyebrow. "Well, so what?"

"Is he your boyfriend?"

"What?!" I blurted. Nate? Me? Lovers? If I was drinking something, I would like to choke.

I secretly clenched my jaw. Chance was so observant. And since he brought this topic up, I might as well play this game. I composed my facial expression, "Of course, Nate and I are lovers," and answered him. "For you to know, Mister Cain, we are childhood lovers." A smirk was drawn on my face as I gazed at Ancy.

He was just on his poker-faced, not showing any bothersome to his expression. "I see." he yawned and started walking again. “I feel sorry to you now.”

“Bastard! What you mean by that?” I told him obnoxiously.

“Nothing really. I’d say good luck to both of you.”

An imaginary vein popped in my head. The fact that he was unbothered at all annoyed me.

Then, he walked fast. He left me . . . Again. I remained standing here with my temper. "Chance, you moron!" I exclaimed right in the middle of the hallway, he just stopped on his tracks. I knew that he was offended that I called him moron while the students were staying in the classroom. I would remind myself that I would always hate him.

I ran fast towards Chance.

I was about to reach him when . . .

"Ack——!" I screamed furiously loud! Where in this damned school does that stone come from?!

Gosh, darn it! Why am I always falling?!

But fortunately, I fell on Ancy’s back, not on the floor.

Thus we both fell.

I knew it hurt, especially on Ancy’s part. He landed on the floor . . . face flat.

Ancy groaned, "Get off," and said irritatingly.

"Sorry," I muttered an apology as I stood up from Ancy's back.

"What's that for?" he nearly yelled in front of me when he got stature back. "Aside from that, you're annoying."

I pouted my lips a little. I knew it was my fault, but he didn't have to yell right in front of my face. He even called me 'annoying'. What a jerk, really.

"Aside from you’re a jerk, I hate you," I told him.

"So you hate me now?" he asked in a cold and arrogant voice.

I groaned inside of my mind. What did I do? And why was he irritated at me?

"Huh," I scoffed. "Yes, I hate you because I hate you."

"Oh, I see," he answered back with a prideful look. "Then let's hate each other."

"Sure. Let's hate each other, Ugly Ancy."

"Tch." He fizzed while turning his back, "Don't you dare to follow me." and remarked, beginning to walk away.

"Fine," I retorted as I crossed my arms, glaring at his back. "Stupid Chance, I hope you will have a very lively bad day."

A rolled my eyes and blew my bangs upwardly. And I actually cursed him . . . Not that I really care.

And recently, I was being a klutz. But positively, I was becoming someone that I had never experienced before.

I hated to admit, but I missed my old self.

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