Hermia

It's been a week and Sally had been hooking me up with guys, not that type of hookup but I mean legit ones.

She's been trying hard to find a boyfriend for me. She believes she's a born matchmaker and so thinks I'll also fall in love one day and with the guy she chooses. But I don't think so. On the second thought.

"That hot guy. Alex Nas. " she declares, wiggling her brows at me.

Heads turned at us in question including the hot guy in question. Sally didn't seem to notice or else she'd dive into self pity all day. I would've appreciated that.

Alex just passed by our lunch table, also turning to look at who just said his name. I rolled my eyes and faked a smile while Sally followed my eyes movement and waved at him.

Then she turned to me. "He's so hot! You should date him. "

I chewed on the burger really slowly to annoy her. I can't just roll my eyes else I'd have.

"Hermia. . ."

"No. He's not my type. "

She gave an exasperated snort. "Has anyone ever been your type? "

My brows raised at her. "Okay. So? "

"You're having a damn date with him tomorrow. Just leave it to me. I'll find a way to communicate with him. "

I shrugged indifferently. "You're so going to fail at this," and I continued to eat.

After lunch, we went our separate classes. I didn't see Sally throughout the day again. Maybe she failed and is sulking somewhere.

Well how wrong I was. I spotted her talking to Alex as she they walked up to me. Alex was glancing at me from the distant and I quirked a tufted brow at Sally in question. She wasn't bothering to look at me.

I wondered if she was finding a guy for herself or me.

"Hey, Hermia. " Alex greeted on getting to where I was at Sally's car since my own car is damaged and I need a new car.

"Hey man. " I sidehugged him, taking a chance to whisper a what at my crazy introverted friend. How the hell did she talk Alex into her shit?

"So, tonight? At Crooked Love Bar? "

My eyes widened in surprise. "Um? "

"Yes. Yes! Alex, she's agreed. Just a bit embarrassed I told on her again " Sally laughed awkwardly from behind him.

Alex smirked. "Okay. See you at Eight "

"Um. "

Immediately his figure vanished in his Toyota Camry car, I pulled Sally also into the car.

"Care to explain? "

She shrugged, giving me the innocent look. "I just left a letter in his locker in your name. Not forgetting to mention how hot you think he is. And you want to date him. " she said like a dialogue from a movie.

I slowly nodded at her, feeling like screwing her face. Okay. She told him he's hot. Getting him on Cloud 9 but writing that in my name was totally over the board. If she hadn't been my friend, I'd have shoved her head in the toilet.

"Say something. How was my idea? What are you thinking? "

I glanced at her and leaned in. "Well, ways of getting rid of you. "

She laughed. "You can't. Even if you want to. You know, this seemed like the novels I read. Have you read The Locker Exchange from Wattpad? "

I rolled my eyes. There she goes again!

"I hate those cheesy stories. They are unreal. "

"Said who? Study says these stories are mostly gotten from real life experiences written in fictional ways. Have you any idea about literature? "

"Spare me. You know I hate it. " I rolled my eyes and tossed the car key in the ignition ready to start driving.

"Don't please. "

"Yea I will. And isn't that what you thought of that brat. Whatever his name is, he should pay for what he did to you. You are a living example of how these cheesy cliche stories end so why are you supporting it now? "

There was an uncomfortable silence in the car. I still felt guilty for leaving her alone that night. Though I might not make effort for our friendship but that doesn't mean I don't care for Sally.

"That was different. He was a brat." she said lowly, that it sounded more like a whisper. "And Karma shall judge him but really I believe in those stories and I know I'll witness one someday. " she said ducking her head out of the window.

I glanced at her and smiled. "Fine. I know how happy you'd be if I agreed to your dumb idea but I'm sure you'll lose the dare. "

She turned her head at me and her big cute poppy eyes stared at me.

"Really?" she yelled.

I laughed. "Really. "

She suddenly caged me in a bone crushing hug.

"Huh. You're being weird. I wonder why I'm keeping up with you. "

"I should say that silly. " she laughs and pulls away, tucking fringes off her face. "I'll come over at your house. First let's hang out for a while. "

I nodded and we headed to a park. As always, we had fun and I earned a big teddy for shooting the bull's eye which I gave to Sally. We then headed to a theatre to watch Sally's new obsession Three Metres Above The Sky

I was quite indifferent to the movie though I agreed it made me emotional as they didn't end up together but then, I thought such true and toxic love don't exist in real life.

I always wished as a girl that I find a guy who would understand me and tolerate my bipolar habit and indecisive mood. Someone who would learn to love me as I am, accept my mistakes as my imperfection and isn't afraid to say it to my face if I did something bad. Someone who would love me at my worst.

But such guys do not exist anymore. And I don't want to be a girl anymore. Not until what I saw that night. Not when I saw the true reality of the love fairytale.

I'd seen the man I adored become a beast. I'd seen him who I always wished my future partner to be like turn into a worst nightmare. Something I've never even told Sally.

That I still get nightmares.

I pushed the thought out of my mind as we drove home. Sally was as always building a conversation. I understood she loves to rant because she knows I'm not really listening.

Also I'm the only friend she ever made and I don't make her feel like an introvert everyone thinks she is. She's comfortable with me and I'm at peace with her.

I feel like she's not someone who would judge me. I feel she understands me even if I don't understand myself.

We were perfect together and everyone else usually thought we were lesbians.

I pulled up at my house and sighed. "We're here. "

"Okay, I'll do makeups for you. Agreed? "

"No? "

"Please? "

"No. " I sternly replied getting out and treading along the sidewalk.

"For me? "

I stopped in my tracks and turned to see Sally's poppy eyes. She was still standing by her car, with pleading arms. I groaned.

"Fine. Just powder?"

"And lipstick. Blush? " she pleaded running towards me.

I shrugged. "Okay? Minimal- "

She hit me in the shoulder with one of her punches. "Aw, afraid Alex would think you like him to dress up for him? " she teased.

"Well I don't like him and that's the tragedy. " I rolled my eyes and Sally opened the door to my house.

She suddenly stopped laughing. I put off my shoe at the rack and peered at her in curiosity.

"Oh. " she whispered in obvious surprise. I was really curious to know to the reason behind it.

She glanced at me as if to ask me something. I also entered and whilst closing the door behind me, my eyes travelled across the living room.

It landed on a pair of glasses and freckled face. The same eyes I had been struggling to forget ever since.

"Aaron? "

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A! N:

Hermia: What a pleasant surprise. What brings you here, Mr. Simply Aaron?

Aaron: Never mind. Let the readers find out.

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