Third Butterfly

{'Those who do not believe in magic will never find it'}

Great.

Ever got the feeling that all things seem to shove you away from the one you crave the most? Like all the gates of hell open up to release every class of demon that wants you to get away from the path of heaven?

Khloe was really a demon. How did she dare to take my throne next to Quinn?

I was very thrilled to meet her in our shared class but this Khloe really had the urge to wreck my mood this very day. Blessed her, I didn't plan to make myself worse from Quinn's point of view, or else I was going to split her nipples apart.

Okay, that was so depraved! I really should get my insanity in check!

Clicking my tongue in frustration, I observed them across my seat. Khloe whispered something to her, causing my angel to giggle. She slightly tilted her head to give the Captain Bimbo her attention so I was able to see her dimple on her right cheek.

It really made my day brighter— like it was a sun rising up from the horizon, even though I wanted to murder that thing next to her.

Again, Khloe gazed back at her with a smile and my sweet doll rested her head on her shoulder.

What the?! It appeared like they were having a mutual conversation with their small gestures as if they could visibly see each of their souls without forming any words.

I could feel my hand holding my pen tightly— its tip was digging crack in my paper as I wrote our assignment for this day. Once Khloe leaned over to her, I snapped, shredding a few pages of my notebook apart. The sound was too crisp to not be able to hear so I winced silently under my breath.

"Is there a problem, Ms. Valentine?" my history teacher asked while all the students turned their various heads in my direction.

I was already used to this so it didn't affect me at all but I got offended because Quinn didn't even bother to look at me from her seat. However, Khloe twisted her brunette head to stare at me, a smirk slowly followed across her lips.

Is she purposely mocking me?

I gave my teacher a sugary smile before I glanced back ferociously at the bitchy witch and strutted like I was chanting a spell to fight against the evil, "Nothing, sir... I just love to tear my papers apart especially, if it has so many mistakes in it."

I heard someone purr beside me. I already knew that all the students in this class were sensing the overwhelming atmosphere between us but the teacher paid no attention to it, forcing us to get back to our lecture.

Khloe's smirk stretched more, her hazel-green eyes were glimmering with amusement before she turned her gaze back to the board. I held the desk with my hand firmly, trying my hardest not to jump on her at this very moment.

And I swear I would drag her back to hell.

Khloe was pretty— pretty average. But looking at her eyes made my heart twist in jealousy, wishing that I could have the same as her, just to say that Quinn and I have something in common.

Dammit! I had never felt like this. I should be the one who hides away from her while she pursues after me. Not her, ignoring me the whole day while I was chasing her like a devoted puppy. And to think that I was throwing out the beauty of my eyes like nothing so that we could've something to share? 

Everything about me was beautiful so why I was letting these people get to me? Really, Arisa?

I spent the rest of the History class sulking on my own seat. Knowing I wouldn't have any chance, I just focused on what was the teacher was saying. It seemed the weather matched my mood as the gray clouds took over the blue sky. It looked like it's going to rain anytime. Maybe I would eventually get lucky in our next class.

As soon as the bell rang for chemistry class, I trailed behind my angel and the demon as they began to walk out of the room.

Please get away from her! This is the last class that we have.

I mentally slapped my face as I realized that I supposed to not care even if the offspring of evil was creeping around her. I should go talk to her even if Khloe was lurking around her like a crawly germ. She doesn't have the right to stop me from possessing her because I really believed that we belonged together this year.

Or maybe I could extend my time being with her but that depends if she was going to be good in her performance. She looked so pretty sweet so she must be one of those types who are too clingy. Although I didn't mind because I really wanted to touch her all the time.

Once they reached the chemistry lab, they halted together while I strode towards them to seize my prey. Auspiciously, all the students knew how to clear their way for me so I didn't have to fight against the hectic hallway.

My eyes immediately narrowed when Khloe hugged her while patting her head. What a total crap, she had the guts to flirt with my doll?!

Quinn smiled happily as she playfully pushed her away from her. So that meant, the demon was finally out of harm's way from my sharp nails which were ready to scratch her down to the ground. I reminded myself to get back on her one of these days.

The angel watched her leave before she turned to walk into the room but I stopped her by grabbing her hand softly. She looked down merely at our hands before she stared up at me—her expression was indecipherable like a book of blank pages which caused me to shiver in guilt for kissing her this morning.

I opened my mouth to make an apology but my pride rose up above first so I let out a bluster smirk instead and spoke with confidence, "I guess you've already found someone to help you adapt in here. I bet she can satisfy you with her body."

Quinn frowned, her lips pouted adorably and I was amazed by how she could change her expression in a swift. "I don't understand why are you saying this to me," she mumbled, her eyes were shining as if any time, tears would slip out from them.

Swallowing the lump which formed in my throat, I could feel my heartbeat raced faster as I looked at her susceptible state. I tried my best not to yank her out of here and drag her home to be my personal pillow but my body couldn't comply with what my mind was struggling.

I squeezed her hand gently and then dragged her with me, skipping our way to the administration building. I didn't care if she was pulling her hand out of mine. She was too weak to fight against my hold anyway. Her struggles were pointless while she had this confusion written all over her face. However, I never heard her shouts at me throughout the whole way.

Maybe she was keeping her profile low because it was her first day in our school. I knew she was that kind of person. The sweet type who always wants to avoid the troubles—the goody-two-shoes girl, the saint of the high school society. That's the reason why I wanted her to get away from those trouble bimbos before it was too late. If she chooses to be with me instead, I could protect her from all the things which could influence her innocent mind.

The hallway was secluded as we headed to my Dad's office. I was relieved that he was away across the country while my Mom was working her fabulous butt in Paris. They wouldn't like it if they find out that I was currently invading their private space in their absence with the girl beside me.

"What are we doing in your Dad's office?" Quinn asked, reading the nameplate on my father's desk once we entered. I peered outside first before I locked the door to give us some space to ourselves.

"Don't worry... He's not here," I assured her, motioning my free hand at the office to emphasize the proof. I pulled her to my own personal room and I had no idea what's gotten into me, allowing her to enter my own privacy.

"Want some juice or anything?" I offered, releasing her hand and scooted the way to my mini kitchen at the end.

"Juice?" she answered, her eyes were scanning the room uncomfortably.

I gave her a bottle of juice and pulled her down on the couch to sit beside me. I lifted her thighs, placing them on my lap with my hand grazing over them while I snaked my arm around her waist possessively. When I stared at her with a smile, she had this strange expression all over her face as her eyebrows drawn together, looking at the position she was in.

"Nice room," she complimented with an awkward smile, ignoring the fact that I was brushing her thighs in circles using the tip of my fingers. She was doing a good job of hiding her desire for me but not that great because she wouldn't be here in the first place if she doesn't have any craving to be with me. Everyone wanted me so it wasn't a surprise, seeing her looking at me mischievously.

"Thanks... My Dad gave me this room. He said if I want privacy, I can come here anytime I want, except during class."

She gave me a nod and was about to put the bottle of juice I gave her over the center table but I snatched it from her hand and opened the lid.

"So this is where you bring all of your dolls to have some privacy?"

I coughed, almost choking out the liquid out of my mouth which was now slightly ajar from her sudden question.

"What?!" I asked, thunderstruck.

She shrugged her shoulder and stared down at my arm over her lap before she turned her head up to me, pursing her lips inward. "Well, I heard some rumors about you."

Hell, I bet it isn't just a rumor unless...

"And what are these rumors that you've heard of?" I questioned her with an innocent smile. I could imagine how Ella the Devilla breathed out her venomous gossip to Quinn at lunch and brainwashed her to stay away from me.

"That you're a stuck-up cheerleader with a pompom head who almost slept with half of the school community. You are also searching for a Barbie doll every year to cheat on her while she's waiting every night to satisfy you on the bed?" she muttered in one swift, her eyes were glued into mine accusingly.

Ouch, that really hurts! That wasn't entirely true. First, I wasn't a stuck-up cheerleader. I was a hot and beautiful cheerleader. Second, I was an ace student so I don't have a pompom head. Third, I didn't sleep with half of the school because I was not a slut who wanted to hook up with everybody she sees within her radius. I had a status to keep so I wasn't stupid enough to let myself down just to be with those people who are the lowest in this society. However, the last was a little bit true. Okay, it wasn't a little bit untrue either.

I laughed nervously, gripping the bottle firmly in my hand and reminded myself to come up with revenge later for those who insulted me. "That's not true." I half-lied and then asked, "And where these rumors came from?" I gave her my puppy look which always working if I have something I need from someone... and I needed her to tell me the name that was undoubtedly on my mind right now.

"Some of the students," she replied subtly.

I hummed in response, pretending to think thoroughly. "Let me guess... Ella Gibson?"

She shook her head 'no'.

"C'mon, Quinn. You're new here and those strong accusations aren't going to come out from 'some student' unless if it came from those people whom you spent your lunch with."

She let out a deep breath and looked down at her hands. "It doesn't matter where it came from anyway."

I rolled my eyes. "Well, it does matter because they are spreading bad rumors about me which isn't true at all." I winced, getting upset at her inconsiderate comment.

Her hazel green eyes found its way to mine, making my frustration fade out like a bubble popped to nothing but heart-fluttering emotions. Once more, her gaze felt like I was bare naked but a soul, skinning all the camouflage I made to become my own protection. I could feel the sleeping temptation within me was about to awaken.

A temptation blazing like a fire, ready to burn all the shells that locked up my true self from all the people who tried to break me. Yet, they failed. They would never win against the barrier I'd put together for years.

So what was so special about this new girl that was now getting closer to shatter the crack that all my close friends and family made for me to let out all the pain created by my past?

"Sorry," I heard her mumble, saving me from drowning under her overpowering stare.

I pulled her closer to me and forced a smile. I realized she didn't mind me doing these sorts of things to her so it must be a good sign.

"It's alright," I said and kissed her cheek. She made no reaction from my touch and I found it strange how she was able to hide my effects on her. They would usually blush or shiver from my sweet contact or their eyes would contort in endless lust.

"If the rumors aren't true then why am I here with you?" she asked, smirking at me.

I was taken aback by her question but I instantly regained myself and pouted. "Because you're ignoring me."

"Then you could've talked to me properly instead of dragging me here. You made me ditch our chemistry class."

I ignored her statement and asked, "Is it because of the rumors you heard from them?"

Her beautiful pair of forest orbs twitched in guilt. "Yeah... Sorry."

Letting out a deep breath, I stared at her in worries that she might feel extremely bad about this lie but I instantly changed my expression, questioning why I was acting weird. She was still a stranger to me. Why had I almost let my emotions gave in easily to her like I was huge bold typography printed on a tarpaulin for advertising? An advertisement with a slogan 'Love me inside and out!' with my pretty logo on it.

Coping back, I spoke out without wavering, "Seriously, Quinn. They're the worst group in this school. Those bimbos are all trouble."

"Don't call them like that," she defended, scolding me like I was some kid who stole candies from my playmate. "Okay, I'm sorry if I judged you the sooner I heard those rumors but don't you think it's unfair that I'll believe your words against them without me getting to know them better."

"Well, you believed them without trying to get to know me better."

"That's why I said sorry."

"Sorry isn't enough," I demanded.

She frowned. "Then what do you want me to do?"

A victorious smile crawled in my lips which caused her to look at me in horror.

"Don't tell me you really want me to be your Barbie doll this year," she indicated, biting her lips in fear.

I burst out laughing and her frown deepened at my reaction. "No, Quinn," I said and then laughed at her again.

"One last question, Risa." She stared at me seriously and my laugh immediately subsided but inside my heart fluttered. Calling my name was the best melody that came from her lips. I mentally smacked myself out of that thought as I realized that I was starting to act like Tiana. Tiana who was in love with Bailey. Really, Arisa?

"If the rumors aren't true then why did you kiss me this morning?" she asked in curiosity.

I was stunned in my own seat, my hand around her waist trembled nervously and she was gazing at me attentively like she's going to kill me if I lied to her. I gulped, biting my bottom lip. My eyes were unfocused then I looked down at my own hand holding the bottle of juice which had already lost its coldness.

"I... I'm-" I started but my words stumbled as I felt her hand cupped my face.

And before I could even react, she broke the little space between us, and her lips softly touched mine.

I thought no one could break the shell I'd established for years but I didn't anticipate that the butterflies inside me would be the reasons why I finally could let go of the pain I caged with the truth.

The truth I hid for so long and the pain she successfully created.

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