♥️T.H.R.E.E♥️
THEME: {Where do I belong??}
✍️Written By Precious Pinky✍️
❣️ Episode 26 ❣️
?Cleo’s pov?
What am I doing?
Why the hell am I hugging Gwen?
Fuc-k, she will see me as a crazy person now…one who doesn’t even understand her own feelings.
I couldn’t pull away, I was dying of embarra-ssment.
Fuc-k me for being this stupid.
Gwen just stood still like a pile of wood. She didn’t hug me back and neither did she pull away.
Her reaction made the atmosphere even more awkward.
This was the time when you pray for the ground to open and swallow you up _Trust me, I’m literally praying for that to happen right now_
It’s crazy how worry and fear could make one do crazy and stupid things…
It’s crazy how I was beating myself up for making this reckless decision….
It’s official,,, I’m crazy.
I know the best thing for me to do was to pull away and come up with an excuse for this stupidity of mine and clear things up, but why?
Why wasn’t I pulling away?
Why was it very difficult for me to pull away?
“You…you are…choking…me.” Gwen manages to say, struggling out of my embrace.
“Oh, sorry.” I quickly pulled away, creating a small distance between the both of us. “I…”
She gave me a suspicious look. “Are you okay?”
I scratched the nape of my neck, “I…yeah.” I cleared my throat. “I’m okay, Gwen.” I paused. “But are you?”
“Is there a reason why I shouldn’t be?” She ran her fingers throu-ghher hair, backing away from me. “I told you I’m fine. You don’t have to hug me to confirm if I’m lying or not.”
Darn it! If embarra-ssment could kill, I would have been dead by now!
“I’m sorry. I was just worried, that’s all.”
“Don’t be. I’m fi…” She hissed in pain, placing her palm over her forehead. “Gwen, are you…”
“Please leave.” She quickly said, cutting me off.
She was in pain, I could see it in her eyes…her head was obviously hurting her but you exactly was she asking me to leave?
Doesn’t she need my help right now?
“Gwen, you don’t look fine. Let me help you.” I offered, taking a step towards her but she shot out her palm, indirectly asking me not to take another step towards her.
“I don’t need your help.” She gro-aned lowly, pretending to be cool. “I’m totally fine, okay?”
I know I should just turn around and walk away but I couldn’t.
For some reason, I don’t want to leave Gwen in this state.
I want to be a friend for her,,, a friend she could lean on in times of pain like this.
So why was she pushing me away?
Could it be because of the misunderstanding we had at school?
Was she still mad at me?
Well, we are on the same page then. Because clearly I’m still mad at her for saying those mean things to me but she also have every right to be mad at me as well.
But now wasn’t the time to be mad…she was obviously doing everything within her power to appear okay.
“Is your head hurting you?” I asked, trying to reach out to her again but she aggressively swatted my head away from her face~I never saw that coming~ “Gwen…”
“I told you I was fine,” She said angrily, glaring ha-rd at me. “Why do you even care? You practically drew a line between us… besides you don’t know me or what I’m actually capable of…so tell me, what do you care?” She was so rude and mean and damn, this side of her was scaring me.
Damn, does words must have really hurt her.
I wasn’t even thinking straight when I said them. I was just pissed, mad and sad.
“Gwen, I know what I said was wrong and I’m…” She cut me off again.
“Don’t apologize, okay? I just want to be alone…just leave. Please.” Her eyes were pleading.
She wasn’t fine but why doesn’t she want me to help?
Why was she pushing me away?
“You don’t look well, Gwen. Why are you blus-hing me aw…” She interrupted. That’s becoming a habit now.
“WHAT THE Fuc-k IS YOUR PROBLEM!?” She snapped. She was glaring very ha-rd at me. “I said I don’t need your help. What the hell is wrong with you? We are not friends, Cleo. You don’t know me and neither do I. You don’t trust me, you don’t know what I’m capable of…” She paused for a while. “So please don’t act to care about me…”
That did it.
“Fine. I will take my leave then, Miss Gwendolyn.” I turned around and walked out of the room, slamming the door shut behind me.
She did it again…
She hurt me with her words again…
*She’s not my girlfriend. I’m not g-ay.* Her words to Kathy and Pearl and obviously a message to me rung in my head.
I leaned my back against her closed door and shut my eyes close, taking in few shaky breath.
*We are not friends, Cleo.* How could she easily say those words?
I thought she wanted us to be friends…I thought we were friends.
But maybe she was right. Maybe we weren’t really friends to begin with.
I pushed myself from the closed door and walked away, refusing to look back.
I think it will do us good if we just avoid each other and stick to the boss and maid relationship.
After all, That’s exactly what our relationship really is.
~She was my boss and I was just her maid. Nothing will ever change that painful truth. Not even friendship.
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?Gwen’s pov?
Was I too harsh?
I placed my hand over the doorknob and tried opening it but stopped myself.
It was pointless trying to correct a mistake that can never be corrected.
It was pointless trying to fix a broken gla-ss.
I leaned against the door and gro-aned again, plopping down on the ground with a loud thump.
That wasn’t my attention ~Being rude to her wasn’t~
I just didn’t want her to see me in this vulnerable state.
I just wanted to hide my pain and act to be cool, like always.
But the pain kept kicking in, making it so unbearable for me.
And Cleo in the other hand wouldn’t leave unless I become rude to her, so I decided to do just that ~be rude to her~
I know you guys must be wondering why I didn’t tell her about the pain…I couldn’t.
Mom have always said to me; “Ones strength lies in their weakness. When you let out your weakness, you let out your strength as well.”
Vulnerability comes with a price and i refuse to be vulnerable, especially not in front of Cleo….or anyone.
I want to be Gwendolyn, the strong, fearless, courageous, brave, smart as-sgirl that everyone fears and not Gwen, the vulnerable girl.
Argh, the thought is making me cringe.
I hardly fall sick and that’s why this shit was all new to me. I don’t even know what to do.
This pain started just when I got back home from the ride and I’ve tried everything I can to ease the pain.
I even had to put my head in a bucket filled with water with the hope of healing the pain but it didn’t work.
I even stayed upside down with my head on the bed and my legs up against the wall,,, it didn’t work.
It was all hopeless.
I dropped my head in between my thighs, trying to ease the Fuc-king pain but damn, it wasn’t working.
I slowly stood up to my feet and walked closer to the drawer beside my bed, I opened it and took out a painkiller drugs and went inside the bathroom.
Did that idiot do anything to me? Shoot, did he poison my drink? Nah, he doesn’t look like one who could hurt someone _He was all bark and no bite_
This is all Fuc-ked up!
Wait, am I dying???
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“My princess.” Dad pulled me into a warm hug, dropping a gentle ki-ss at the top of my head. “How was your night?”
I smiled. “Beautiful.”
~Liar~My subconsciousness said.
My night was AWFUL! Even after taking that Fuc-king drugs, nothing happened.
I couldn’t even sleep but thankful I did. And I think I’m fine now.
At least I wasn’t feeling any pain right now.
Maybe the little sleep I had paid off.
“I’m sorry I didn’t come home on time last night. I was pretty business at work.” He said, drawing out a chair for me to seat.
“It’s fine, dad. Besides, work comes first.” Wait, that sounded so wrong.
Dad scrunched up his face. “Work doesn’t come first, princess. You do.”
I laughed. “Yeah. I know. That was a sli-p of tongue and I didn’t mean it that way.” I corrected.
Just then Mrs Jane walked out of the kitchen, holding a tray of plates of food and placed it at the center of the dinning table.
Cleo followed along and dropped a tray of cupcakes as well.
“Good morning, Mr James…Good morning, Miss Gwendolyn.” She greeted, keeping a straight face.
Miss Gwendolyn…She was addressing me formally simply because I said we weren’t friends.
Though I don’t blame her but I wish we could just sort things out.
Cleo is the only friend I have here in New York and not talking to her will only make me lonely…I should have thought about this before saying those shit to her!
Dad and Mrs Jane gave us a suspicious look, wondering why Cleo suddenly started addressing formally.
“Um, I will enjoy the meal, Mrs Jane.” I said to Cleo’s mother, completely ignoring Cleo’s greetings.
“Yeah. Please do.” She smiled at me.
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“Are you okay, princess? You didn’t touch the cupcakes.” Dad pointed out the obvious, gazing de-eply into my eyes.
“I’m fine. I’m not just in the mood for cupcakes.” I said, coming up to my feet.
“You love cupcakes.” He stated.
“I know, dad. But I just don’t want to eat this flavour.” I lied.
To be honest, I was scared of eating what she personally baked for me.
I was scared of making a very drastic decision.
Or maybe being scared was the only excuse I could come up with….
“I have to go to school, dad.” I grabbed my motorbike keys and schoolbag. “I don’t want to be late.”
“Okay?” He sounded unsure of whether or not he should believe me.
I leaned towards him and pecked him on his both cheeks. “I’m off!”
“Hmm.” He hummed. With that, I ran out of the house.
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I jumped down from my bike, took off the black helmet and placed it on my bike before going throu-ghthe double doors.
I went straight to my locker, unlocked it and took out my chemistry textbook.
#Ding! Ding!
The school bell went off, signifying the beginning of cla-ss.
I hug-ged my textbook against my chest and went towards the cla-ssroom.
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“What’s your problem? Take your hands away, you are disturbing me!” I gro-aned, pushing the idiot hand away but he wouldn’t budge.
Why was this guy like this?
Was he cursed from birth?
I thought last night understanding would do us both good but nah, nothing changed between us _He was still the annoying, arrogant jerk. I have no hope on this guy_
I beat his arm, earning a glare from him. Well, Fuc-k him.
“Can you be less stupid? You are disturbing me, you are obviously not the only one writing here.” I hissed quietly, as the throb started again.
Damn this Fuc-king headache!
“You can manage that space there. Stop distracting me.” He smirked.
“Are you kidding me right now? Why do you like showing off your stupidity, huh? And even with the fact that you are occupying this much space, your handwriting is still very awful.” I made a face at his writing.
“What?”
“I’m warning you…”
“BOTH OF YOU, OUT OF MY CLas-sNOW!”
I can’t even count how many times I’ve been sent out of the cla-ssroom because of this idiot who was unfortunately my cla-ssmate!
Like come on, why do life have to treat me this way???
Fuc-k this shit!
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“This is all your fault!” He accused, glaring at me like it was truly my fault.
“All my fault?” I scoffed. “If you weren’t being such a jerk maybe we wouldn’t be here in the first place.” I fired back.
“You should have just managed the little space you got.”
“Ah, manage? Why should I manage, huh?” I angrily stomped the mop on the floor, imagining Brenden’s face.
“You…”
“Arrrgh!” I gro-aned, bringing my head in between my palms as the pain strike again, making me helpless.
“Are you okay?” Brenden asked, coming close towards me.
My eyes seemed heavy and they were going to drop close any moment from now.
I plopped down on the floor, breathing heavily.
Brenden rushed towards me, “What’s going on? Are you okay?”
Wait, was I dreaming? or was I hallucinating or something? Why was Brenden giving me this look of worry?
I’ve never seen him look at me like this before….
It’s all new and strange…
My eyes were becoming very heavy.
“What’s going on?”
I couldn’t even talk,,, my voice were gone, I can’t even breath well again…this was all Fuc-ked up!
Slowly, I was losing consciousness…
“GWENDOLYN!” I could swear on my life that I heard my name from him before everything suddenly went blank, leaving me in complete darkness.
****To Be Continued****
Did Brenden just call Gwen by her name? Fuc-k, he remembered her name?.
This is getting very interesting…
Question: Will Gwen and Cleo ever reconcile and become “Friends” again?