????SHE’S NOT A CINDERELLA????
✍️ Written By Pinky????✍️
????Chapter Twelve [12]????
Subtitle: {Not gonna be easy????}
????Ruby’s Pov????
I hopeless walked into the quiet house and sunk into the floor.
My head where moving in circles.
I don’t get. Why? Why does it have to be that music industry of all other industries?
Why does he have to be a member there?
I had tried really ha-rd to forget about him and just when I’d successfully did that, he showed his face.
Again.
He doesn’t even recognize me but I do.
“Why? Why? There are many more music industry so why this one? Huh? God, why is my fate so twisted? Why?”
I started swinging my legs on the air as I kept asking that question to no one in particular.
But I will appreciate if someone provides me with an answer.
“What are you doing?”
That voice.
I stopped swinging my legs and compose myself.
“Hi.” I said with a grin.
Cherry knitted her brows as she gave me a confuse stare.
“Are you alright? Who were you talking to? And why were you swinging your legs on the like that?”
“I was…talking to…um…” I hurriedly brou-ght out my phone from my bag and shake it on the air. “to someone on the phone.”
“Really? I’m not stupid, Ruby. Our phone was just in your bag so how where you talking to someone on your phone? And why are you sitting on the floor?”
God, this girl ask so many questions.
I got up to my feet and gave her a pointed stare.
“Why are you asking questions as if I’m in an exam hall? If I sit on the floor, is that a problem? If I talk to myself, is that also a problem?”
“I…”
I cut her off before she could continue.
“Oh, I have an answer to that…No. I will be in my room. And also, I have a job now.”
I hurriedly went upstairs to my room. But the only thing I had heard her say was.
“Really? A job?”
After that. i blocked her out by slamming my door shut.
I lay on my bed and stare up at the white ceilings.
My life is and will always be complicated.
I should be happy that I have a job now but I’m not.
I will be working for the one guy I don’t want to ever cross path with.
Honestly, I always wanted to see him again.
But unfortunately, we don’t have any future together.
But today that we cross path…
Tsk, I don’t even know what to think or what to say.
We had met by coincidence the other time. But we had considered it as fate.
So could this meeting also be coincidence….or fate?
My phone suddenly dings which signifies that I have a new message.
I turned my phone on and stare down at the message.
Mr Joe: you begin work tomorrow by six am… Don’t be late.:)
I sighed de-eply and dropped my phone on the bedside and shut my eyes close.
I just have to avoid him at all time.
I can do this.
He is just no one in my life.
He has a girlfriend now so I’m obviously no one in his life also.
What we had was a one time thing.
Geez…I talk as if we had a one night stand.
I just have to avoid him.
I just have to keep a straight face while I work there.
Yeah.
I can do this.
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????Malcolm’s Pov????
“How are you doing, Mal?” Kara questioned as soon as we sat down on one of the booth beside the window.
I smiled as I shrugged my shoulders.
“Fine? I guess. How about you? You look very happy.”
She smiled. “That’s because I’m happy. Come on, today is our one year anniversary… it’s enough reason for me to be excited.”
And she was damn right.
Today makes it our one year anniversary.
Kara and I had been dating for one year now.
I know you guys know how much I hate her but honestly…that feelings never changed.
But I have no choice but to date her and be happy in the stupid relationship.
It’s been one year now and i can’t seem to get that girl on mask out of my head.
It been one fu-cking year and her eyes, her nose, her li-ps, her voice can’t get the fu-ckout of my head.
I’ve always wish and hope that I would cross path with her again.
And today? Today I thought that wish had actually come to pa-ss.
I saw a girl that reminds me so much of ‘Mask girl.’
Her eyes captivated me just like how ‘Mask girl eyes captivated me.
Her voice.
Everything reminded me so much of mask girl and when I had asked her if we’ve met before…?
She said no.
And that was when reality came down on me.
I was hoping to much.
I had wish too much.
Mask girl is gone and I don’t think we will ever cross path.
Who knows…maybe she has forgotten about me and had moved on from our memory.
Maybe she has met a guy she finally love and have gotten married to him even if it’s only just a year.
But why can’t I still let go.
I trailed my fingers on the silver necklace on my neck and let out a sigh.
Why does it seem like we will cross path one day….
Why does it feel like she’s near but I can’t just recognize her?
“Mal?” I was brou-ght out of my trance as soon as I heard my name. “Are you alright? What were you thinking about?”
“Huh?”
“I had been calling your name but you weren’t answering. It felt like you blacked out. Are you okay? What were you thinking about?”
And now…? I’m stuck with this girl.
Everyone around us are even waiting for our engagement party.
My fans are even rooting for us.
Everyone are happy with our relationship.
Everyone but….me.
“I was thinking about us. And how far we’ve come.” I said, which wasn’t entirely a lie.
She smiled. “I’m happy we’ve come this far, Mal. I mean, it took you so long to realize that I’m your one and only true love.”
“Hmm.”
“Ah. I heard about the new girl. You guys new personal a-ssistant to be precise.” She said.
“Oh. But she just came today so how did you get the information already?”
“Mr Joe told my dad while my dad told me. I was actually the one who had asked my dad to bring in a personal a-ssistant for you guys. You guys keep rejecting every girl being brou-ght to you guys so I decided to make the pick myself.” She grinned.
“You chose her?”
“Awesome, right? What’s her name again…?” She thought for a while. “Ruby! Ruby Darlings. Geez…Her name is beautiful.”
“So you chose her because of her name?”
“Names help a lot, Mal. Take for instance, Kelly…I hate that name ever since what happened in my elementary school year. She had called me a fat ugly girl. I hated her ever since then. And because of that… I decided to work on myself and that’s why I’m who I am today.”
“But that happened long time ago.” I reasoned with her.
“Yeah. It happened a very long time ago. But whenever I look at the mirror and see the girl I am today…I am being reminded of that bit-ch ! So yeah, I hate the name Kelly.”
“Wow.” I breath out.
She looks around the empty restaurant and smiled.
“I had chosen a empty restaurant this time around.”
“Thanks for that.”
Our order was brou-ght to us after a while.
“Let’s eat.”
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????Ruby’s Pov????
Grrrrrrrgh!
Grrrrrrrgh!
Grrrrrrrgh!
The alarm rung, waking me up from my beauty sleep.
I gro-aned as I opened my eyes.
fu-ck, it was just five thirty am.
My God, I need to get use to waking up by this time of the day.
I sluggishly got out from my bed and walked out of my room and went downstairs to the bathroom.
I was like a.walking dead right now.
Don’t blame me.
I’m still feeling very sleepy.
I had my shower and brush my teeth.
I went upstairs to my room and dressed in one of my favorite clothes.
Okay, I don’t really look good on this.
I changed the dress to another.
Still su-ck.
I tried another.
Still not what I want.
I tried many more different dress u til I got a glimpse of the clock.
Holy fu-cking shit!
It’s 6:15am.
Too much for waking up early.
I quickly wore the first dress my hand could touch and fled out of the house.
I didn’t even say goodbye to Cherry and Tyson.
I was just getting out of the compound when a car pulled in front of me.
Vincent?
But what was he doing here at this time of the day?
The window of the car was slide down and that was when I saw a total different person, sitting by the driver’s seat.
“Who…are you?”
“I’m Patrick and I was asked to take you to the guys.” He said.
“Oh.”
I was still not sure if I should trust him.
What of he was a serial killer am was sent down here to kill me?
“You can call Mr Joe to ask him of you doubt me.” Patrick said.
That was pointless.
I’m sure he was harmless.
I opened the pa-ssenger door and hop into the car.
We drove off to out destination.
To my job.
To my torture.
#TBC.