Chapter 5 You never see me nice

[ESTELLA]

“Why did you say that?”

My lips tremble, I almost can’t make my words as my heart just wrenching. My tears melting down and I can’t even hold it.

"You heard me, Estella. I wish you've never in my life.

“I tried my best for you. I ever let my head injured to save you from that girl, but what is wrong with my concern you said something cruel to me?”

“Did I ask you to do that? Do I look like Damsel in Distress waiting for you to ‘save’ me? I love Silvia and only hater see that as something wrong.”

“I don’t hate you; and I’m not gonna do this if Silvia could behave herself and not playing with fire behind your back. Do my concern bothers you?”

“YES, IT FUCKING DOES!”

I swallow my voice painfully down my throat. Martin’s anger gets some of them looking at us. He pulls his phone out, shows the screen before my face. My eyes is wider slowly, but I almost can’t believe what I see.

'Hi, Martin! I make this video four months before your birthday, guess I a little bit excited before the time. You’re out right now so I can record this. I gather my courage, quiet long—but I just want you to know that ...

I like you, Martin.’

I admit it was me; but I’m sure that video is saved in deepest place in my laptop. So why on earth is that video can be in Martin’s phone?

'When my mom took me to meet the young master she served, I already fascinated by you. Not because you’re just … everything. But you just … like the prince of my childhood dream.

I don’t know what’s got our relationship be this cold, but thank you for being my childhood friend. We had a great childhood, right? And I actually so glad that Mr. Williams told me to follow you move to your own apartment—'

Martin shut it off immediately, looks so disgusted as if he will squeezes me out of shape.

"Ma-Martin, how did you get that?” I ask, completely confused and panic.

He answers sharply. “How is that possible, huh? Maybe because you’re the one wh school community!”

My hands trembling, like I’m running out of ways to keep my face up.

"What’s in your head actually? What the hell you think you are? Fucking main character of fucking romantic novel?”

"Martin, I don’t know who sent that video but that wasn’t me! I swear to God!”

“So this video sent itself to school community out of bored?”

I don’t know how to explain this to Martin, but this boy is really mad—he doesn’t care anymore people stops the party to watch him.

“Instead of wasting your time meddling in someone’s business, you’d better fix the way you keep your privacy to yourself so you’re not ruining our agreement!”

I never seen him look at me with this kind of disgust, like I was his nemesis since the first time. Is that how he sees me all this time? And I can’t realize it because my affection blurs it?

When Martin about to leaves, it feels like it’s the last time we talks. I clutch my phone while people must be talking dirty about me, and I believe Silvia is one of them.

I just think about it and deciding not to let Martin live with that girl. If Martin wants me to go, it’s okay. At least I grant my last service as his servant—the girl who taking care of him.

“Martin,” I hold his hand, “at least please listen to this record.” It doesn’t sounds like a plea, but my last sincerity.

But Martin just glances at my phone, grabs it and throws it to the pool.

"Can’t you just stop?” he asks right in front of my face, I can hear his guttural and low voice, like something warnings. While I just looking at the pool, crying my eyes to dry.

"Knowing you liked me was sick enough. I thought my words was enough to stop you. What makes you so insist, huh? What do you want from me?”

“I don’t want anything from you, just—”

"THEN STOP FOLLOWING ME LIKE A FUCKING CHICK TO ITS MOM, ESTELLA! Are you so fucking desperate looking for a new mother since yours was dead?”

My stare flares, like a sudden flame. My hand slaps him like a reflexes, my heart shatters.

"You can talk anything rude to me, Martin, but not to my mother,” I say with lower and deeper voice, holding back my anger.

My slap must be enough to tears his hella pride; everyone saw it anyway. The music stops, people whispering low, only seconds of him locks in the place with his face stiffs, before his eyes flames and he nudges me backward.

“How dare you!”

“Yes, I dare! I could do anything to shut your arrogance off but I never did that out of respect.”

"Out of love you mean!?”

“Yeah,” my voice wavers but I’m not planning to go speechless. I nudge him back, “I like you, I love you spoiled brat! I was so patience all this time you treated me like a trash, but you even dare talking rude to my mother—the woman who had been taking care of you?”

My force barely moves his shoulder, while his is enough to makes me stepping back.

“Why do I have to hold the shit out of my tongue? I paid her! Wasn’t that enough?”

“Paid her much didn’t make you buy her self-esteem! You think your money could buy respects, huh?”

“It does, tho! What you want to say?”

I try not to fall when his father comes and calls him.

“Martin, what are you doing?”

His friends stepping closer as the tension getting worse. It feels like an equal fight by the way Martin nudges me back everytime I do the same to him.

Martin almost lungs to me, maybe he’s about to hit me for real, but his friends stops him and protecting his image—while no one is behind my back but I’m sure I still equal to him.

“I thought you were just a spoiled kid who think your money can do many things, but what a shame, you’re worse than that,” I say, my tears flowing free but my stare sharp at him.

Martin scoffs and says, “And you fall in love with me. See how idiot you are.”

“You’re right, I’m an idiot. Thank you for this lesson, I have a reason now to stop. You’ll never see me cry again for you, Martin; you will never.”

I turn away and leave. They looking at me like I’m a loser walking down the arena with a defeat hanging to her neck. The worse—I fall into the pool.

Screw these eyes!

The low laughs still enough to shatters my self-esteem. Fortunately, the pool isn't that deep, because if it is, I’m not sure there’s someone would save me, but—

“Take my hand, Lady. Let me help.”