♥️T.H.R.E.E♥️
THEME: {Where do I belong??}
✍️Written By Precious Pinky✍️
❣️Episode 51❣️
★★★★★
????Gwen’s pov????
“Which is better?” Cleo asked, leaning against the table towards me.
I chewed down at the cupcake trying to figure out any fault.
I did actually but it still felt so good.
Though it wasn’t as soft as Cleo’s neither was the flavor very rich but it wasn’t that bad.
I shrugged taking in another bite without giving Cleo the reply that she wanted.
She fake glared at me, sitting down well on her seat as she drank her lemonade loudly almost making me want to toss her off the school building in frustration.
“Are you doing that intentional?” I questioned, raising a questioning brow at her.
“Is it disturbing you?” She replied sarcastically, as she still slurped down at her drink, ignoring how red my face was now.
I gro-aned mentally, scowling at Cleo who just gave me those pouty look which made her look so cute and innocent _Fuc-k this girl_
Just as I was going to take another bite of my cupcake, it was dragged out of my hand leaving me with nothing but my empty fingers.
What the hell just happened?
Did someone just… I looked up to find Brenden gazing down at me with a smirk on his face as he held my cupcake.
Cleo stopped drinking her lemonade loudly and dropped it aside, paying more attention at the scene that’s about to unfold.
“What are you doing? Give that back.” I stretched out my palm towards him expecting him to act mature and give it back but no,,,a fool will forever remain a fool. He threw the cake into his mouth.
Brenden Fuc-king ate my cupcake while smirking at me like it was suppose to be funny.
I wouldn’t have been very mad if there was actually another one in the school cafeteria but unfortunately, there wasn’t.
I bought the last one so yes technically, this idiotic bastard just ate the last piece of cupcake.
~Someone should hold me right now because I’m about to commit murder~
How can my first day after recovering from death end this way?
Why was he always allowing the devil to make use of him against me all the time?
If I give him a black eyes or do a little readjustment to his perfectly shaped nose, will I be seen as the bad person here?
This bastard just ate my Fuc-king cupcake and he’s still smirking about it.
Cleo mouth was left hanging open as she stared in between smirking Brenden and angry me.
Every student at the cafeteria were now staring at us, waiting for my next move.
I just stood still while I thought of a better way to end this foolish boy’s life.
Like come on, I’m just recovering. What will they think of me if I punch this idiot?
I know how ha-rd I tried during Mr Jackson clas-snot to strangle this boy.
I thought we’ve come to understand each other and become friends but damn, I was so wrong.
This guy was the devil mother brou-ght down to me just to torment the living hell out of me.
But no, I won’t let her win. Not this time. Nor ever.
“Wow, Brenden.” Arthur laughed as he nudged Brenden’s shoulder playfully. “You played cool.”
“I know right!” He winked at them before looking back at me. “It’s delicious. No wonder you always eat this shit all the time during break. I thought it was stupid but turned out to be I was wrong. Thanks for the cupcake, Barbie.” He patted my head as if I was his little sister.
I swatted his hand off my head, fisting my fingers as I gave him a ha-rd glare.
“You’ve just crossed the limit.” I snarled.
He laughed. “Have I?” He looks down at Cleo who slowly nodded her head and mouthed to him; ‘Run.’ “Wha…”
Before he could even finish his sentence, I pounced on him but Fuc-k it, I didn’t think of the consequences.
Brenden lost his balance and fell on the floor while I fell on top of him. My hands were flat on his chest while his were on mine. But the only difference here was, his chest was flat while mine…arrrrgh, the bastard was cupping my precious br€asts!
Neither of us pulled away. It almost felt like time had paused as we stared de-eply into each other’s eyes trying our best to unravel the mysterious secret of the other.
His gaze darted down to my li-ps and I foolishly gaze down at his before bringing my eyes back up to stare at his.
Brenden subconsciously squee-zed my b**bs, making me gasp a little, not taking our eyes off the other.
~This is wrong, Gwen. You can’t be cut up in this guy’s game. You can’t fall for his tricks like you almost did at the hospital. Wake up!~
My head kept screaming at me but my body were craving his touch….his ki-sses…his… what’s wrong with me? I’ve never thought of a guy this way until now. Until him.
Every students were up on their feet just so they could get a better view of our awkward position. That was all they cared about _Update! Gossip!_ Tsk, I can’t believe my name will be put up in the school’s latest news all because of this fowl.
I was finally pulled out of my trance as I moved away from him, creating enough distance between us.
Brenden sat upright staring at me like I just professed love to him.
His gaze moved down to my li-ps again then down to my b**bs then…
“Aren’t you g-ay?” One student from the crowd suddenly asked, ruining the moment.
Brenden and I stood up on our feet and I looked around in search of the whore that just said those words but I couldn’t spot them out.
“That’s true.”
“I thought she’s dating Cleo.”
“Did they break up?”
“Tsk, so she’s a g-ay player?”
“But Brenden isn’t a girl so why is she pushing herself on him?”
There were whispers everywhere. I was able to make out some but the rest were too inaudible.
This was all his fault. If only he had just stayed on his lane without troubling me. If only he never ate my delicious cupcake! Maybe I wouldn’t have become a murderer of the millions by thoughts.
I know staying here will only put me in trouble because I might not be able to hold in this anger any much longer.
So I decided to do the most reasonable and matured thing ever….if only this fowl can just learn from me.
There’s a difference between maturity and senselessness and I think Brenden wasn’t matured but rather senseless.
And unfortunately for him, he’s at the third stage of senselessness.
I walked past Brenden and his friends then left the cafeteria, ignoring the stares from the students.
~Idiots.
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????Brenden’s pov????
“That wasn’t cool, Brenden.” Gwen’s friend whose name I can’t even remember said to me, shaking her head at me.
“I only ate her cupcake. She was the one who made a big fuse about it.” I shrugged nonchalantly.
“You don’t get it, do you?” She sighed. “She loves cupcakes. Why else did you think I was bringing her cupcake while she was still in coma? Gwen can do anything for it. She can share any damn thing but cupcake? She can never do that.” She explained. “You really crossed the limit and now every students are gossiping about her and her se-xuality. She’s just recovering…she doesn’t need this.” With that, she walked away.
*You just crossed the limit, Brenden.* Gwen’s words played over and over in my head.
Fuc-k, I think I really crossed the limit!
I only wanted to seek her attention. I only wanted to get her to talk to me about something or nothing and the only way I could think of was to drag that piece of cake from her fingers.
Dammit!
I should have thought of something else.
Or maybe I should have just minded my Fuc-king business and let her be.
Some students were still whispering about her as I walked past them.
A sudden feeling of anger washed throu-ghme, I just couldn’t help myself any longer as I approached them.
“Hi Brenden.” They all greeted in sync.
I angrily gaze at them, clenching my fist very tightly, almost turning my knuckles white but i don’t really care.
“Why don’t you just keep quiet while I’m still being nice.” I growled.
****To Be Continued****