Rebecca’s POV
MY DAY STARTED like a normal day – well other than the umbrella incident. Ibarra was also the same. He was just silently sitting on his chair while listening to our teacher. I found my umbrella opened at the back of the room together with the other umbrellas. I somehow felt thankful that he left it to dry. Yep, thankful – despite the fact that he snatched it away.
Thought my day would continue as it was until Ginny spoke to me with great concern. I already felt it that she wanted to talk about something but she was just trying to stop herself.
“Why are you wet?” She asked in a whisper while giving me a secret side glance to avoid the teacher knowing that we were talking.
My lips parted and I tittered – unsure what to tell her. "Well, I---"
 
Hello dear reader. Sorry it took me a long time to continue writing. Don't worry I will be focused in completing this book. Thank you for your patience. ~Love Lots! ~
REBECCA’S POV I woke up and immediately sat down. Talking to my boss and re-reading my diary was giving me different kind of emotions. Emotions that were too strong that I even dreamt of him for the second time. After all these years, I thought I was doing well. I thought I was slowly moving on but I end up being sucked into my bitter sweet past after seeing Ibarra. Or was it also my fault for bringing him up during my interview? I stood up and walked towards my full-length mirror. I slowly studied my physique and I could tell how much different I am now from when I was in high school. I am more confident and definitely more gorgeous than before. “I wonder what he thinks of me now that I have changed a lot?” I asked in a whisper while looking straight into my eyes. Blooming into this
REBECCA’S POV I never really realized that being at home alone was… lonely. Since I was busy writing stories, I never noticed anything in particular – not even the time, my hungry belly and my unwashed hair. It felt like time was ticking fast and smoothly, making me forget about reality. But now that I am free – well, temporarily, I get to notice every small detail that happens to me, even on my surroundings and I find it a bit… weird. Don’t get me wrong, I love the feeling of spending time with myself and getting more time to relax but I guess since I have been busy for the past few months, I surmise my body was adjusting again to my lazy ways. Anyway… I glanced at my old diary that was lying on my study table. I received an unending nagging from Mirajane before we parted. She kept on reminding me that Ibarra was crazy for letting me go and that I deserve better. I knew at the back of my mind that she was right. But my head was still clouded of Ibarra’s memories. I knew for a f
THE PAST (Different Memory) A loud slap echoed the place. Slowly the pain crawled and spread on my cheek and I tasted blood in my mouth. Mitchell’s slap hit me hard. I even thought that my head would roll off! No matter how much I want to escape this hell hole, I cannot do anything since there were two guys holding me on each side. Mitchell was furious when I reported her and her two friends for locking me in the Science Lab. They were suspended for a week and just when she got back, she immediately ordered these two ugly guys to take me and bring me in this dark and deserted alley. No one goes here much, since it was reported that a lot of bad men lurking around here. “You bitch! You think you can escape me huh?” She angrily snatched my hair and forced me to look at her. “You must have enjoyed your week since there was no one making it hard for you!” “You could have stayed silent.” Marian hissed and also pulled my hair that made me grunt. Marian was the one who was holding the ke
REBECCA’S POV "I told you not to let them bully you." My heart skipped a beat and it felt like the time slowed down. His voice was way different from what I expected. I thought he would sneer at me and laugh like the others but he… he sounded as if he was scolding me sweetly. It felt like I was a kid being reminded again. I knew my eyes were filled not just with tears but also with wonder. His presence was giving me a different feeling unlike the time when I was locked in. Emotions started to rush in and I felt weaker this time but strangely, I felt happy too that he was there with me. Ibarra removed the cloth in my mouth and all the frustration and fear that filled me came out like a querulous sob. He gave me a warm smile but it was also enveloped with a dangerous hint. It was surprising how that didn't threaten me. "Would you like your master to punish those who hurt you?" "Why are you touching that filthy human?" Mitchell asked and pulled Ibarra but he quickly removed her hand
“AHHHH FUDGE!” A short high-pitched squeal came out from my mount when I fell from my bed. It was an inevitable fall. I grunted as I slowly sat down – gently massaging my hurt elbow. I didn’t realize that I immediately went into a deep slumber last night. But it was a good thing… I finally woke up from that nightmare. Was it really just a nightmare? I wouldn't really call Ibarra's kiss a 'nightmare' but the whole experience was indeed petrifying to any teenage girl. I still couldn't believe that I've been through that. I’ve been hospitalized for days and traumatized by what happened. It was a good thing that my friends never left me. Everyone knows how much I wanted to escape being with Judiel but I truly appreciated him during that moment. I could say that that was the time when we were able to be more comfortable with each other… even him with Mirajane. I stood up and brushed the dust that probably stuck on my shorts. I went out of my room and prepared myself a coffee. It was a s
MY PARENTS WERE left with no choice but to leave me under Carlie’s care. She was firm about her decision to take care of me tonight. Carlie added that Ibarra would be highly disappointed if she won’t be able to complete her task. Well, this is awkward. My unannounced visitor was just standing beside my bed while I was eating. It felt as if I was a rich girl being taken care of my personal maid. As soon as I finished chewing the vegetable I ate, I looked at her and let out a sigh. “Are you really not hungry? Are you really not going to eat with me?” I asked. She just smiled and bowed her head a bit. “Thank you for thinking about me, but I am not allowed to eat with someone higher than me.” I was left in awe with what she said. For servants to act this way, it must mean that Ibarra’s family is really well-off and known in this country! Then why was he studying in a public school? “Can I ask you something?” “Yes, you may.” She smiled and nodded. “If Ibarra is rich, then why is he
Rebecca's POV I squealed when Ibarra suddenly lifted me up. It was unexpected so I found myself clutching on his shirt. When he laid me down, I was expecting him to finally give me some space but this man was not moving away! Instead, he stayed there – looking at me in the eyes with this lopsided smile of his. It was obvious that he was teasing me but this damned heart was not taking it well. I could feel my cheeks burning as he stared at me and our distance was not helping at all. My lips quivered when he held me tighter. It felt like I was going to lose air! Oh my God! Is this really happening?! “Are you uncomfortable?” He asked even though the answer was so obvious. I want to roll my eyes and utter how stupid he was for asking that question when he suddenly smiled at me! That stunt instantly pulled out my inner fangirl for him. It was a dream come true! It was one of my fantasies being this close to him while giving me this handsome kind of smile. I could die right now! But l
Present Time (Rebecca’s POV) I was intently staring at my laptop with my mind flying elsewhere. I checked the website for my book and there were a lot of comments expressing their curiosity about my high school life. Most of them already finished the book and they were exchanging insights about it. It was nice to see but they were flooding the page with requests for me to either write a book about my own high school experience or write a screenplay about it. If they only knew… I am still in between of accepting Ibarra’s offer but it’s on ‘Eighty over Twenty percentage’ already. Eighty for Yes and twenty for No. Obviously, once I face Nikki and Bianca tomorrow, that twenty percent will soon be reunited with the other. I was already preparing myself for it. Anyway, accepting this offer will help me a lot in terms of popularity and financial. It’s not so bad to be honest. And besides… An evil smile crossed my lips. The thought of finally commencing a ‘revenge’ act for Ibarra excites