My mouth went agape as he showed me the video. MARKIAAAAAAN!!!!!
"See? You confessed to me and I accept your love so...you're my girlfriend now." he said and flashed a playful smirk on his lips.
"That was just a dream!" I shouted and explained.
"But psychology says, our dreams are the product of our subconscious mind. The one we're thinking about and wanted to happen." he said and teased me by banging his hips on me.
"Stooop. That was just a dream. Stop assuming." I said and held my temple.
"Just shut up and walk away! Do not dare to lay any of your fingers on my sister!" I heard my brother shouted.
"Is that Yulo?" he queried and I nodded.
We went downstairs to know who my brother was fighting with. My eyes averted to a tall guy wearing all white.
"Mackenzie!" he called me.
"W-why are you with him?!" he asked as he saw Markian on my side.
"That's none of your—" I stopped my brother and faced Uno, "We're done. Let's go, Kyulo, Markian." I said and walked away.
I saw my brother glared at him. I have nothing to do with him anymore.
It was already 12 noon but the air was still cold. Since it's Monday, even if I had a little hangover, I decided to go to school. Markian already left. He was not studying at LUP anymore since he was advised to undergo some treatment until last month.
Since it's still lunchtime, I went inside EA (Eftychia Apolonia), my favorite restaurant. I went inside and ordered a pesto pasta and a coffee. When someone caught me eating this one, they thought I'm crazy. They thought pesto wouldn't be good with coffee but this is my favorite combination, really.
"I'm right, you'll go here." I almost puked my food when I heard his voice.
I immediately showed my fork to him, not bothered to look at him. I felt his presence behind me and so I stood up and walked towards the other table.
"Can I join you, ma'am. There's someone stalking me." I said and she lifted her face up.
My mood immediately went light as I saw Ms. Santos, the one who assisted me in the therapy center. Lucky me.
"Oh hi dear, Mack!" she greeted me. I nodded and smiled at her.
If you look at her, you won't notice that she's in her 40's. She has a pure black rebonded hair ending on her elbows, she has a tan skin which perfectly matched her whole personality.
I accidentally saw her plate and I giggled as we have the same order. Finally! I'm not alone!
"Since when did you like the pesto partnered with coffee?" she asked as she found it out too.
"Well, since I was a kid, haha. I never knew where I got it but I bet it was from my father. He loves to eat pasta, too." I addressed.
"What is your father's name?" she asked.
"Uh, why did you ask? It's Michale." I dictated.
"Oh, good name. Haha. I just want to know."
I turned around and saw Uno on his phone. The way he looked at his phone, it gave me chills. It seems like he saw something he didn't want to see or something bad happened.
"You've grown so much... " Ms. Santos said.
"Thank you, Ms. Santos! Uh, by the way, I gotta go. It's already half past 12." I said and she just nodded.
As soon as I left the restaurant, I felt the presence of a person on my back. I bet this is Uno. I just continued walking without even looking. As soon as I stepped on the school gate, I stumbled because someone slapped me.
As I turned around, I saw Gracey standing. Looking at me, obviously mocking me.
"Surprised? That's what you get on brainwashing my boyfriend's mind, slut!" she said and pulled my hair.
I just looked at her because it would just cause her more trouble. Even if it hurts alot, I just swayed on where she was placing me.
"Why could you just stop, Gracey?!" I heard someone shouted.
I averted my gaze and saw Markian, holding his bag and wearing our school uniform. "You gotta be kidding me, Markian. She would know about this!" she threatened.
"Go on. Go on and tell her. That's all what you know, after all. Following her stupid rules! I'm tired of you!" he shouted back. Gracey glared at him.
That's when Gracey let go of my hair. Finally, the teachers came and they invited us: Gracey, me and Markian to the Dean's office.
"What happened?" Mr. Nueva asked, the dean of the school.
"This slut brainwashed my boyfriend! And my boyfriend broke up with me!" Gracey cried, pretending that she's the victim.
Dean Nueva looked at me, and it seemed that he didn't even know that I had a relationship with his son. Uno said he told his parents about me but within 9 months, we never went to their house. "Is Ms. Santos' accusations true?" he asked.
"That's not true, dean. We met by accident." Markian defended me.
And I nodded to agree. "In fact, last night your son and Ms. Santos—" I stopped for a while as soon as I realized that my therapist and Gracey have the same surname. Pfft. They couldn't be relatives. Ms. Santos is a good woman.