"Mom! How do I look?"

You delicately pinch the edges of your skirt, lifting it slightly, almost as if you're Margot Robbie living her Barbie life. With an elated twirl, you showcase your white long sundress adorned in a tiny pastel flower pattern. The dress hugged your figure gracefully, radiating a sense of feminine charm.

Mrs. Winters sits on the edge of your bed, smirking, nodding her head in approval. You've been doing a fashion show since three o'clock to your mom—of course, in private. Your dad shouldn't know about this kind of rebellion. Jumping in elation at your mom's thumbs up, you turn to look at the mirror, letting the sight sink in. There you are, in your OOTD a.k.a. Outfit of The Date—

What? Oh yes, everyone—excuse me—everyone! Can I have your attention please? I'm having a date.

I'M HAVING A DATE! FINALLY! EEEK!

Sorry, I'm just too excited. It's just—hard to contain.

So.. yes, I'm finally having a date.. without any interruptions whatsoever—thank. God. Rule #9 is erased! Who's the lucky guy? Well, it's the guy who slipped me that mysterious note, of course.

Done with the dress up, you skip to the window and yank the curtains open in a fit of haste. With the precision of an eagle-eyed detective, you squint at the boy next door. Wearing a navy blue shirt with black jersey jacket, he's caught in the act of fixing his hair with his cherished hair gel, executing sleek moves like he's in a shampoo commercial.

Suddenly, he spots you spying on his sacred hair ritual through his mirror—before he shoots you an evil smirk, dramatically turns, and races to the window—to give you the holy finger.

You respond with a disgusted face, also giving him the middle finger—you know, matching his level of maturity—to promptly slam the curtains closed, scoffing at the whole absurdity.

Oh so he's going on a date too, huh? It's so on.

As you make your grand exit through the front door, he opens his. Halting for a moment, you watch him stand on his porch beside you with loose light blue jeans and a pair of NMD, ready for a showdown. Competitive glares are exchanged, and you smugly spin your head forward, pretending to be absorbed in the scenery while secretly waiting for your date.

Unfortunately, the universe decides to play a cruel joke as a bike stops in front of you. Dread starts seeping through your skin as you realize that it's your date, wearing a pair of Balenciaga sandals junk off, a jogger, and a hot—hot pink tee. When he opens his helmet.. you can see spiky hair formed upon his head. Panic sets in as you realize that 'uncondescending' is not even close to describing this catastrophe.

You instinctively turn to Tyler in a hesitant manner. However, instead of the usual supportive ally, you find him jaw-dropped, suppressing the biggest laugh of his existence. Adding salt to the injury, he shoots out his tongue and gives you a smug expression, elatedly skipping down the stairs to his Ducati.

But that's not all, comparing your date's outfit to yours.. to your beautiful.. pretty sundress.. Realizing how the three-hour fashion show turned into majestic failure..

The amount of shame you withhold is really a sight to behold.

Tyler arrived at Bianca's house, confidently expecting a warm welcome. Especially after all the catastrophe he witnessed back on your—even just thinking about it makes his skin crawl, and he can't help but let out an amused scoff. Skillfully, he parked his bike in front of her porch. Nonchalantly resting the kickstand, Cavill smoothly opens his helmet, pomade hair still intact.

However.. he witnesses a bewildering transformation in her expression as she descends the porch. The initial joy that lit up her face quickly morphed into a 'what the heck' look. Perplexed, he can't help but wonder what the hell is wrong.

"A.. bike? We're on a date, right?" she exclaims, crossing her arms in front of her chest, clearly unimpressed.

"Bike—this is not—wait—" Cavill winces, shooting her his narrowed eyes before letting out a nervous laugh, asking, "some.. thing wrong—?"

"I already wore my sundress! Ugh let me change it first—" she huffs, marching back into her house. As Tyler stands there, bewildered, he can't help but experience a sudden flashback to a recent encounter.

'So it's the—damn, bro this is going to be a long night.'

Back home, the two of you comically arrive at the same time. You can't help but notice the dismay in his expression as he observes your transition from the sundress to a simple black tee and jeans. Scratching the back of his head, he hesitantly looks away. A sense of déjà vu washes over him, and it's undoubtedly not a pleasant feeling. Reluctantly, he takes the first step toward the stairs with you trailing beside him.

His feet stop right in front of his door the same time yours stop at your porch. His right hand hovers over the door handle, contemplating whether it's a good time to pry—after today's spectacle, arrogance is not an option. However, after a moment of hesitation, he decides to compose himself with a newfound pride—and turn to you. As if you're already expecting him to do so, you calmly walk to your door before turning your attention to your left—to the guy across from you.

Hands casually pocketed on his jeans, he responds to your challenging stare, "How's your date, pinky boy?"

"Oh, it was fantastic. How bout yours?" you boast with dignified expression, obviously lying with the bottom of your heart.

Raising an eyebrow and offering an undeniably smackable smirk, he strolls towards the railing and leans his hands on them, saying, "I could smell the lie, princess. Especially with what I've just seen. Oh and mine? It was super. She was hot,"

"Oh, really? Why are you home so early then, Your Highness?"

With a scowl on both of your faces, you both look away in unison—only to realize one thing. You hurriedly open your door before slamming them shut. Inside your bedrooms, the both of you slam your backs against your doors and simultaneously exclaim,

"We're so fucked."

Score
0 - 0

"AAAA!"

Startled by a familiar scream, Tyler immediately looks around to locate the source. To his amusement, he easily finds you 2 steps under, not far from him. Grabbing your date's collar for your life, you hide your face in his chest. A knowing chuckle escapes Tyler's lips, well aware of your hatred for horror movies, especially watched in cinemas.

Even so, your date still keeps talking about his extensive knowledge of horror films, making you more terrified of him than the ghosts. Well, even the moment you first meet downtown, it became clear that he had a gift for conversing–definitely not in the good way. Dominating the conversation, showcasing his achievements, hobbies—and what he perceived as a superior taste. Horror movies are categorized as superior tastes nowadays? Yeah, right.

Suddenly, a terrifying jump scare appears on the screen, and you can't help but let out a high-pitched scream, ducking behind the arm of your date. But then.. you feel your date's hand on your head—and you freeze in terror.

Not because of the movie this time. But you just fucking. hate it.

When someone ruffles your hair.

Time seems to slow down as you feel the sensation of his hands above your head—left.. right.. left.. right.. Each movement sends a shiver down your spine as you desperately try to suppress the urge to squirm away. The horror of the situation intensifies as you realize there's no escaping the dreaded hair ruffle, trapped in a terrifying ordeal that's far more terrifying than any jump scare on the screen.

"I diidddn't knoww yoou'ree suuuch a scaaaredddy caaat.."

His voice seems to distort, echoing in slow motion as if time itself has slowed down. With each word, his hand keeps rubbing the edges of your hair. Your face getting redder.. and redder..

"This isn't scaaarrrry, I tooold you allll abouuut those horrrrooor moviiiees I've waaatched befooorree riiight—"

And that's it.

"GOD. DAMMIT!"

Had enough of this egocentric asshole, you forcefully shove him away—shooting him a withering glare! He recoils in his seat, finally intimidated—for once—while you snatch your bag to your right shoulder. Hair already one of a lion's mane, you make your way toward the exit, the click of your wedges echoing in the tense atmosphere.

On your way out, the ghost reappears on the screen along with a loud bang. Tyler notices you jump in surprise, your lion-like hair bouncing as if electrified, but you quickly resume your brisk walk towards the exit. In contrast, Tyler's date leans her head on his chest, seemingly unaffected by the chaos. Tyler himself maintains a smug smirk, enjoying his sweet victory.

Score
0 - 1

"Come on! It'll be fun—roller coasters, games—I can—I can win a.. bear—unicorn—yeah! You know—that Despicable Me unicorn? I can win it for you!"

Tyler grins behind his matte black helmet, attempting to woo his date with the promise of the amusement park's magic. It's been an hour. Still, the girl shakes her head with all her might, folding her hands on her chest.

"Come on, Ty! I'm even willing to go on a date by a motorcycle—"

"For God's sake this is not just a—"

"I'm not into amusement parks!"

Not wanting to look at the girl again, he rolls his eyes in suppressed annoyance and turns his head. Cavill starts his engine, preparing to take off. However.. as his eyes landed on the entrance, he couldn't help but notice a familiar figure..

You and your date, each with a sugarcane in hand, eagerly head into the amusement park. At the scene, his irritation grows as he deliberately starts his bike not once, but several times, wanting to catch your attention on purpose. You look back, and by the time you notice him behind his helmet, a satisfied smirk painted across your face, then you enter the amusement park with an excited scream,

"Yeaaaah Roller Coaster of Death here we gooo!"

Tyler fumed beneath his helmet, unable to contain his frustration as he shouts,

"YOU—GET OFF!"

Score
1 - 1

This guy's hot. For sure.

Sapphire blue eyes.. auburn hair.. a decent smile with that squared jaw.. definitely God's favorite. You both engage in a light banter over dinner, feeling a connection. However, during a particularly amusing moment—he breaks into a grin.

You couldn't quite put your finger on it, but there was.. something about that grin.. that transformed his face from tolerable to.. outright intolerable.

Every time he grins, it's as if his facial muscles staged a rebellion against symmetry. His once decent squared jaw lost beneath those irregular stack of teeth. You struggle to keep a straight face as tears start to swell in your eyes. There's even a moment when you excuse yourself to the restroom, attempting to regain composure. However, on your way back to your seat..

Tyler strolls into a swanky joint with his new date, effortlessly guiding her to the seat with the finesse of a seasoned gentleman. Just as he's about to engage in some suave small talk, the ambiance is shattered as an unmistakable sound of broken glass reverberates through the room. Turning in the direction of the calamity, Tyler witnesses a boy—struggling to get up—only to be tripped over his own feet, and even manages to be spilled by a spaghetti on himself!

"Oh God."

Hearing a familiar voice, he spots you across the room. Your expression veers from perplexity to sheer horror when your eyes meet his, until you bury your face behind your hands. Not only feeling the secondhand embarrassment from your clumsy af date—but the one and only Tyler is also present to witness the spectacle.

Score
8 - 9

The guy keeps saying sorry to the whole room with his 'charming' grin. Meanwhile, a few onlookers struggle to contain their laughter, Tyler included, who's just barely holding it together. However, his amusement doesn't last long as he hears a cry coming from across his table. Reluctantly leaning his body to the table, with bewilderment painted on his face, he nudges his date's hand as she buries her sobs behind her hands.

"H—hey.. why.. are you crying—?"

"This is a junk food restaurant! I told you I'm allergic to junk food!"

Tyler's lips twitch, can't decide if he's more disappointed in him, or in the company he had chosen for the evening.

Score
8 - 8

You and Tyler slump onto your beds, staring at the ceiling in wonder. The entire experience left the both of you contemplating, and as you replay the events in your minds, you realize..

Boys and dates are not as I thought it'd be. They.. tend to disappoint? A lot? And every time they smile.. yes they're handsome and all that—but everytime they grin?! Why are they so ugly though? Not like Tyler though.. his grin is.. charming.

...

Wait, what?! Why am I comparing them to him?! Ugh ew.

Girls don't want to ride motorcycles for a date? That's outright degrading, man! What's wrong with cruising on a motorcycle for a date though? Em always had a blast riding with my Ducati.. she enjoys burgers..

...

Wait—the f—quit it, Cavill! Fuck but my pride's on the line here, I need to win—well, we need to win.

...

As he plays throw and catch with his favorite baseball, he contemplates. The rhythmic sound of the ball hitting his hand echoes through his room. Somehow, a flicker of determination flashes on his face. His jaw tightens, and his eyes narrow, focused on an invisible target in the distance until—the ball lands back on his hands. Gripping it tightly, he stops. In a flash, he stands upright, get off the bed and curse,

"Screw it!"

Music! Lights! On my cue—

Alexa, play Love of My Life by Queen.

As a couple walked down the aisle, the air was filled with the enchanting melodies of a wedding choir, creating a harmonious backdrop for their journey towards the altar. The bride, menacing in her black gown, glided gracefully beside her groom, who wore a white suit, a hint of nervous excitement in his eyes. With each step, the music swelled, reaching a crescendo as they reached the altar. The couple exchanged smiles, their grins shining brightly amidst the symphony of emotions..

Ladies and gentlemen, may I present to you,

Tyler and Taylor.

Perfect combination, aren't they? The King and Queen of River High—finally eloped.

Ok—eloped might be too much, why don't we just start from the beginning, shall we?

Taylor Hill.

Blonde babe, long silky hair, lean silhouette. Yeah, you can imagine it all. Beauty, wealth, popularity, all in one package. All except kindness. You know the drill. Just fit in a Disney Villain with looks and there you go, Taylor. She's the Regina George of our school and the entire school knows her name, well—milder though.

Long story short—yeah, sorry this one I'm so not in the mood to tell. After the dates he's been going, he told us they hit it off, yadayadayada. You also know how fast Tyler goes from one chick to another, right? But now, there you go, finally a girlfriend. Claiming her as..

The Love of My Life

And.. you know? He's been putting on a show, especially in front of Liam. Dominic looks proud of him though. Every corner is smeared with their PDA. Well, at least he's been doing his homework. Even though I think he's on the entirely different section from mine—

And how was my reaction you said? Oh, super cool. I mean, she's pretty.. she's popular.. Even though according to my standards—right, no baseless judgment, no more interrogations. Yeah yeah I know.

She seems.. approving of me as his bestfriend, though. She always goes like—"Emily omg! Let's go to the canteen together!" And he'd be like—swooning all over her.

However.. I also sense.. death glares? It usually happens at the canteen.. or whenever we just simply chilling on the school grounds..

Nevermind, maybe it's just my imagination—those.. are just my assumptions per se.

Whereas this..

Holding your phone, blood surging to your brains, you shout to his ears, "Ty! Come on! Don't let your bestie watch the newest horror all by herself! Rule Number 7?! If one of you doesn't want to do something alone, the other is obligated to go along—"

"Yeah shit I'm sorry! She's coming over in a sec—I'll catch ya later, sorry Em. Oh and have you found another date—" at the sound of a bell, he pauses, before continuing in a haste, "she's here! Later, bye—"

With the phone abruptly closed, you stand there, stunned, huffing in annoyance. Rushing to the window, you mumble, "Hanging up on me now?! What the hell he's been doing?! Is he fucking serious right now—?!"

You yank the curtains open only to witness him making out with Taylor. In a swift move, you yank back the curtains closed. Squinted eyes, crinkled nose, corners of your mouth twitching in disgust.. all that's left to say is—

Ew.

Yes, ladies and gents. Him being a loverboy is happening. Real as my dad's Yippee Ki Yays. Now tell me, how the fuck can I unsee that? Wikihow? The hell—I won't touch that shit!

"Em.. I'm sorry for the movie night.."

Tyler meets you in your spot, now on his knees, sugarcane secured in his hands. Raising an eyebrow, you scoff, "You broke rule number 7–"

"How about Sugarcane Sunday this week?"

At his suggestion, your eyes glint under the moonlight. Seeing your grin, he bursts into a cackle as he offers you the sugarcane like a large bouquet of bullshits. Feeling him coming back to you, hope starts filling your bones—

"I'm so sorry, Em.. I'm watching Morbius this Sunday—she's like—a big fan of Jared Leto—"

Just a second. To have it thrown back to the ground.

Gripping your phone, shaking violently in irritation, you grin at the window and shudder, "You know that movie got the lowest rating in history, right?"

You watch him sigh in desperation and suck air through his teeth as he fixes his grip on his phone, trying to appeal, "Better than Madame Web heh—"

You hang up. From across the window, you watch him let out a 'what the fuck?' expression, glancing towards your room and raises his hand in a gesture of confusion. Grinning in utmost delight, you give him a middle finger—before closing the curtains swiftly.

RRRAAAHH NEVER THOUGHT I'D HAVE A POTENTIAL VILLAIN ORIGIN STORY! And do you recall how many times he calls me Em?! He never calls me Winny anymore.. why does it look like..

She's dragging him away from me..?

Thank you for reading! Don't forget to vote, comment, and add to your library!

Check out some additional content on social media💖

Cecylia Costania @rcpcswrites

You can elevate your experience by also listening to songs I added to this story's playlist! Full Playlist on bio💖

The song that matches this Chapter's vibe:

Alexa, play Love of My Life by Queen.

https://youtu.be/2bqm4gRY3mA