Segment: Confession

The Notice

Lyle's P.O.V

"Woah, hold up. She matched your drive? How the f**k did she, just what?" Jamie couldn't believe it as I do.

We walk towards our building. I did mention that he and I are the only first years so we have the same building. There are so many clubs that buildings are a necessity.

"I know, right? I really thought she'd say 'no'."

"I mean, you're quite active yourself. It's a good thing that you found a partner, I guess?" I shake my head in disbelief.

"It was a one time thing. But you should've seen her expression. f**k, she looked so-"

"There she is," Jamie cuts me off and pointed with his lips where Amelia was.

It has been days already since that happened, but I still can't believe that that happened. I mean, who would thought, right? She's Amelia Taylor and I'm just your President with no passing qualities except for s*x. I don't even know how to read a mood unless it's s*x we're talking about.

She was smiling and blushing while talking to Michelle. Michelle was also blushing as she listens to Amelia talk. Amelia's flustered look reminds me of that night. She looked so out of it that I think she was addicted to it.

"Bet you wished it was Chrelia." I roll my eyes and shifted my attention from Amelia to anywhere but her.

"Yeah, you're right."

"Well, if ever you and Amelia decide to actually get it on, just please don't do it in public." I smirk as I look at his worried expression.

"You know me, Jamie. I'm adventurous." he exhales.

"I know that's why I'm telling you, i***t. Anyway, I better get going. There's a special announcement right now, right?"

"There is, yeah. Though I don't know what it is."

"Me too. It's a first that they're not telling us about it first."

He was right. Normally Jamie and I would be the first ones to know because of the title we hold but this time seems different. Has this happened before? No, I don't think so. Jamie would know since he knows all the records the school holds.

"We better go."

"See you later then,"

"Alright."

We wave goodbye to each other as we separate ways. As soon as I entered the classroom, I was already being surrounded with girls. I was a bit taller so I could only look down and smile at them a little to not offend them.

"Well, hello," I say with my signature smile.

"Hey, Lyle, do you have plans this weekend?"

"Do you want to come over and play?"

"Let's go watch a movie, Lyle."

"Lyle,"

"Lyle,"

"Lyle, you're so handsome."

"Lyle, pick me."

"I'll do anything you want."

I opened my mouth to talk to them but someone beat me to it.

"Please don't block the way." I look behind me and there was Amelia, scowling.

Wasn't she smiling earlier with Michelle? Did something happen? Is she alright? Oh, right. I don't have anything to do with it. It was a one time thing. I scoot to the side and she walks inside the room, flipping her hair a bit. I got a whiff of her scent again, strawberry.

"Amelia is in a bad mood, isn't she?"

"It's rare to see her in a bad mood."

"She still looks beautiful though."

"If Amelia snatches Lyle away from us, I don't think I'll survive."

"Lyle, don't get swayed by Amelia's beauty, okay?"

I could only smile. I wasn't getting any of their sentences. They were all talking to me in chorus and I can't keep up. I could only awkwardly smile and chuckle.

"Ladies, please sit down." the teacher was finally here.

I heaved a sigh as soon as everyone left me alone and went back to their seats. I went to my seat to which was next to Amelia. I feel so awkward and flustered. I want to look at her, confirm that she doesn't know that it was me that took her virginity but if I look at her and she's looking at me, then that means I'll get caught, right? I mean, I have no reason to look at her.

Ah, my head is spinning just from thinking all about it.

"Miss President," the teacher called. I stand up, confused.

"Yes, Ma'am?"

"You and Miss Taylor are partners."

Say what?

Everyone was partnered with everyone else and had their tables joined. I couldn't stop fidgeting under my desk. I chew the insides of my cheeks.

"Alright, does everyone have a partner?"

"Yes, Ma'am," they all answered except Amelia and I. I gulp.

The scene that I wanted to capture with my phone kept on replying inside my head. My core was heating up. I wanted to do it again. I shake my head. No, think of Chrelia. Her cute face. Her bubbly personality. And her being a homophobic. Ah, I want to cry.

"Here,"

The teacher passes us a paper with our names on it. I look at the paper and there indeed was our faces and names there. Amelia looks at the paper over my shoulder, breathing on my neck unconsciously. I felt goosebumps on my skin.

"So-sorry," I bring the paper down in the middle of us. She didn't seem to mind me though and looked at the paper.

"So, your tasks are stated there. First years are needed to do thorough search, report and observation of what the higher ups are doing. Amelia, I want you and Lyle to go to JJ High since your father is also funding that school."

Oh, that was it?

"You need to go there for a total of two days and a day to write your papers, finalize and pass it to me. I expect a great paper from you, Miss Simon, okay?"

Well, that's to be expected. I am the president anyway, plus I'm the one being pressured here. Amelia doesn't need to feel suffocated as I am. There's no need to drag her in this.

"Yes, Ma'am." I reply with my automated smile on.

"Alright, the dates are there and the deadline. Please, don't be late. Dismissed."

I gather all my things and headed through the door. I didn't bother with the paper, which I know I will regret later. I walk not looking to where I was going when I was finally slapped in the face for not looking when I bumped into someone.

"I'm so sorry,"

The person's papers flew all over the place due to the collision.

"It's fine," I froze when I realizes whose that was. I look at the person and it was indeed Chrelia with cute clothes.

"I-I'll help you."

Crap. Way to go, stuttering like that, i***t.

I pick the paper up, hoping that our hands would touch, like in the movies but it never did. I guess she was conscious of my presence too. She made sure to establish a space between us, which hurt. I give her an apologetic smile as I hand her the papers. I made sure to not let our skin touch. That would probably gross her out.

"Thank you," she shyly says.

"Oh, no. It was my fault to begin with. Sorry about that,"

"It's okay, don't apologize." then there was awkward silence.

"Uhm, I should go."

"Yeah, yeah, me too." I gave her a sincere smile and she reciprocated my smile with her charming ones and went away.

I turn around, still looking at her as she walks away from me. I think that was our first proper conversation. I think my heart melted at how beautiful and kind she was. I feel my heartbeat pounding hard. It was so loud that I could hear it.

I should go before I get swarmed with women.

I make my way towards the club room and get the equipment ready for tomorrow's confession. It was a shame that I didn't get to hear Chrelia's confession but I guess this is fine. Just looking at her from afar is okay with me. I'm contented with that.

I open the door and noticed that I was the only first one here.

"Huh, neat."

I proceed to my seat and took out my schedule for the month. What with all the competitions around, can I squeeze that son of a b***h project? It says at the paper that it's two days. I look at my schedule intently, trying to find two days.

I hear a knock on the door, making me jump. I rub my forehead. I was too focused that I jumped. I clear my throat and told the person behind the door to come in. My demeanor changed as soon as I saw who it was. It was Mr. Taylor again. Is there something he needed from me again? I shift uncomfortably on my seat, bracing myself for what's about to come next.

"Miss Simon," his familiar low voice send chills down my spine.

"Good afternoon, Sir. To what do I owe the pleasure of your visitation, Sir?" I smile through gritted teeth.

"My daughter seemed to like your skinship," he looks at me, his eyes piercing through my conscious.

It's like he saw what happened. He was reading me so intently that I couldn't move in my seat or shift. I felt my finger twitch under his gaze.

"That's wonderful, Sir." I didn't know what else to say. He was basically praising himself that all my trainings didn't go to naught.

"I came here to offer you one thing, Ms. Simon." he took the liberty of sitting on the opposite end of the table, staring at me as he does so.

I felt so little when he looks at me, like I was being belittled. He knows I don't have any other choice than to agree or everything that I have will disappear. It wasn't an offer. It was a command coming from the head itself, the top of the hierarchy in here. He was god himself in here. And I, a powerless human being.

"I am listening, Mr. Taylor."

"I offer you three times more the price if you become my daughter's s*x partner."

I can't say no to money even if my pride gets trampled on. He is talking about it so casually that it made me sick and angry.

"Like I said, Mr. Taylor, unless Amelia said so herself that she wants it, then you have my answer."

He looks at me for a second, trying to break my resolute but I held my ground under his menacing stare. I could feel my hands getting clammy. He confirmed that I wasn't going to agree any time soon unless the compromise is met. He got something from his pocket, a small box with a picture of a phone.

He slides it to me.

"Open it," he says.

I did as he told me to. When I opened it, an app was already on display. It was a voice recording. I press the play button, my fingers shaking.

"Dad, who was that girl?"

"Sorry, sweetheart but I can't disclose that information."

"It's okay. But can I ask for her to be mine exclusively?"

"I will have to try and ask her myself,"

So Amelia was the one who wanted it in the first place. How is she so open about it to her father? I'm a woman, aren't I? Why doesn't Mr. Taylor think that it's improper like this? Doesn't he feel disgust towards me?

"Am I allowed to ask you something, Mr. Taylor."

"I believe you have every right to, Miss Simon." I take in a deep breath.

"Do you not care that I am a woman, Mr. Taylor?"

"Don't get me wrong, Miss Simon. I love my daughter with all my heart. The one she wants to have something with is none of my business as long as she's happy about it."

If he wasn't so demanding and rich, I'd think he's a great person. Oh, wait. He is a great father, just not a person.

"Alright then, Mr. Taylor, but I have conditions myself."

"Let me hear it." he didn't even take a second to respond.

"If she wants me to have s*x with her, any time, any day, any night, then I wish for her to send me a picture, proof that the room is dimly lit. But I can't really say any time, right, Mr. Taylor since it would contradict to my busy schedule the school has set for me."

He exhales.

"I see. I will tell my daughter to move to the dorms, since she already has a room that's beside yours, then that would be convenient."

The room beside mine was hers? No wonder it wasn't occupied.

"Okay,"

"I will also send my daughter your schedule. I will give my daughter a censored copy so she can't pinpoint who exactly."

He was following my words. As expected of someone like him. He's a genius himself so I bet his daughter is also a fast learner and really smart. I can't believe I ran into someone like them in my life. It's both a blessing and a curse.

"That would be much appreciated, Mr. Taylor."

"Do you not like it if my daughter knows that it's you?"

I was surprised by how gentle his tone was when he started talking about his daughter. He must really love his daughter that much. It's rare to find a rich businessman so caring of his child. Usually they'd be devoured by money.

"I'm sure that this time will pass, Mr. Taylor. I will be just a fragment of her memory." he hums as a reply.

"Our arrangement will take place as soon as I leave the room. Use the phone. That will be her way of telling you that she needs you."

"Have a safe trip, Sir."

"Let's meet again, Miss Simon."

Mr. Taylor stands up from his seat and opened the door, almost bumping into someone.

"Sorry, I'm sorry, Mr. Taylor,"

Clumsy Jamie. Tsk.

Mr. Taylor didn't say anything and just exited without a word. I slump in my chair. My whole body was so tense and so on guard that they're numb right now. I groan. Jamie takes a seat on one of the seats and examines me.

"Mr. Taylor seems to have taken an interest in you."

I scoff at his statement. If Mr. Taylor's visit is something, then it must be because he loves to torture me so much. He keeps on showing unannounced that my heart now is warily expecting for him to turn up any time and offer me yet another one of his ideas.

"I don't think so. What took you so long?"

"My class had a ruckus."

"Why?"

"Everyone wanted a piece of me, that's why." he was so proud that he was grinning.

"Right. Anyway, where are you assigned?"

"France," I look at his bummed expression.

"Don't you want to go to France?"

"I do but it's with Michelle."

Does he have something against Michelle? Did Michelle do something bad to him?

"Do you dislike Michelle then?"

"No, I just don't know what to talk about."

"Huh, then just eat her out or something." he glares at me.

"Michelle is a pure lady,"

"Hmm,"

I shouldn't be worrying about him now. I should worry about my competitions and that two days trip. Ah, I feel like dying with all these schedule piled up.

"You alright?"

"I'm beat."

"Yeah, you're busier this month, right? Do you have any time to do that?" I shake my head and threw to him my schedule.

"Who's your partner?"

"Amelia," I say begrudgingly.

"Oh? Her? Are you supposed to be destined to be together?"

"Stop that. I don't believe in such things."

I close my eyes. Just thinking about everything that's going to happen is making my headache even worse. What if I had something to do and Amelia texts me that she's horny? Ah, that would be so tiring. I'd have to reschedule everything again if that's what she wants.

"I really do think Mr. Taylor has taken a liking to you. I've never read or heard anything about him coming here twice in two weeks."

"This is regarding his daughter after all."

"What did he ask you this time?"

"He'd tripled my pay if I agreed to be his daughter's exclusive f**k buddy,"

"Woah, that's a lot. So, did you agree?"

"I told him that I need to hear it from Amelia and he gave me this phone containing their conversation about me being hers exclusively so I had no choice but to agree."

He fell silent. I open my eyes and saw him looking through the phone. He played the conversation and was in awe. He turns off the phone and he grinned at me, letting me see his white set of teeth.

"You're one lucky bastard."

"I'm unlucky. I think I'm going to die."

"By the way, your Quiz Bee is going to be held at JJ High so I think that saves you time." my eyes shot wide.

"REALLY?"

"You should probably secure your things, you know." he deadpanned. I shrug and smiled as I sink in my seat even more, relaxing completely.

"Yeah, yeah. Anyway, if Cameron catches you sitting there, he'd kill you."

"Oops, you're right. They're about to arrive."

We engulfed ourselves in silence as we wait for the others. One by one, they show up. We hold meetings every now and then to discuss what the student council has planned for the school and this meant that we're going to be busy.

"Good afternoon, everyone. So for today's agenda is next month's field trip."

I mentioned that this school is for rich people, right? Well this school flaunts its money by sending their students every three months to a field trip for three days and two nights.

"The President gave me the estimated funds already which I will distribute at the end of this meeting. Now our role is to ensure to still continue with the confessions and to accept any tasks the other students give us. s****l or non-s****l ones, but I am an exception as the founder of the school forbids me to engage in those activities."

"Were you the one who took Amelia's virginity, President?" Cameron asks, knowing what the answer was.

"This is something that the founder, Amelia and I have discussed. Please do not intervene if you still want to stay here." he looks at me nonchalantly and looked away.

"Understood."

"Now, be sure to post these fliers. I will assign each of you your classes to start a survey. For next month's trip, the students' get to pick where. The majority of the survey will decide for that class, understood?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

"Meeting adjourned."