Song recommendation: Love is an accident by Flyte

GRACE

LOVE IS SHIT
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"Love? Who believes in that shit?"

Michelle narrowed her eyes. "Why? Is there someone who holds a grudge against it?"

I stretched my arms in a sense to crack the lazy bones. "Nope, not exactly that but you know it's kinda cheesy and quirky? Well, at least for me."

"No offence, girl. You've never got to taste the essence of love, have you?" asked a brunette-wigged guy from across the canteen table.

Like I couldn't whack his head right away.

"Nay, Alex. I don't want it either. I would rather die single. Heck! But I have my man, Kim Taesu! Nobody in the world is born to be his competitor." A wide chuckle fluttered my lips as I unwrapped my hamburger.

"Fuck off, Grace. You're way too unromantic. That so-called prince of your dreams is sucking your ideology hard. Be realistic for god's sake!" Ashley shook her skull blatantly. Her ash brown hair was tucked behind her ears followed by her sharp orbital gestures.

I cooed, "Sorry but I'm anti-romantic..."

"Oh, shut up guys! Don't make a fuss right in the morning. You know her, don't you? Besides, James isn't some woman psychologist. So, stay out of it," Sara's demand landed in a furious tone.

A cheeky smile crawled onto my full lips while I satisfactorily munched the lunch.

James glowed up, "Wow! Being your only guy friend, I tried to help you. But look at you, you inconsistent brat! "

Sara always failed at being subtle. Oftentimes, she did try to show her considerate gestures, however, her blunt brain overtook her humble consciousness. And talking about love and affection, well if anybody tries to investigate her current relationship status, she has had over a dozen exes. So, it would be a pity if she was not allowed to show her over-experienced opinions.

Along with their hoarse voices, several others' tittle-tattle floated in the background, creating a chaotic mess.

Sara snapped, "Look who's talking! Calling me inconsistent when one couldn't even confess his feelings to a simple girl. Like, wow! What a damn shame!"

Jame's pale cheeks burnt with his heat. He banged his fist on the tabletop and yelled, "At once! Don't insult me regarding my courage and about Selena, I haven't given up on her yet. I'm just collecting my guts to confess real soon. It's...It's just that I'm a bit afraid of heading towards the senior sector."

Sounds of laughter vibrated in the atmosphere, a clear ringing laugh. Being startled, everyone searched for its creator and later four pairs of sharp glares landed over my physiognomy.

Was I being sarcastic? Hell yes!
Was I enjoying it? As always.
Any more questions?

Michelle fixed her curly honey-hued locks away from her spectacles before speaking, "What's with you?"

"I don't know... It's just funny...?" and I continued sniggering tactlessly.

Sara wrinkled her nose bridge since my boastful acts were adding gasoline or her conceited wrath. "What a brat," she huffed and aloud she said, "You find this too funny, don't you? You're pathetically asexual."

The creeks of laughter faded from my cheeks as I attired a dry look.

What's with her?!

"Okay? Is that a wrong thing to be? I'm just not interested in having a-"

"Girlfriend?" Mayra hedged, cutting me off in between.

I blinked at her sudden attack when my brain still processed what exactly my ears encountered a second ago. I desperately shook the bemusing clouds away and raised, "I- The heck are you talking about! I'm fucking straight!"

So much for fun...

Sara smacked her lips. "Tsk, look at you as if being lesbian or bisexual is a crime. You can spill if you're interested in girls. What's the big freak deal anyway? I'm bisexual too but you aren't my type at all."

Did I fucking ask her?

"No, it's not that. You're getting me all wrong here. I support every sexuality, seriously. But I am straight. Besides... you aren't my type either, Sara," I rolled my eyes and explained primly, dumping a malicious gaze at the opponent.

I have been brought up in the countryside, in the small town of Jim Thorpe, Pennsylvania in the northeast of the United States. My family moved to New York almost nine years back, when I was in elementary school. The only source of monthly expenses came from my dad who is a civil servant. Besides him, the other members included my mom, an ideal homemaker and a younger sibling separated by an age gap of six years.

Talking about my sister, Rachel had only spent a year at Penn's until the chaos of New York hit her nerves.

Michelle tried her luck on igniting the conversation by saying, " Okay? What about Jazz, the leader of Pinkverse? Weren't you swooning over her a couple of days back, calling her to be too sexy and- "

What the hell?

"Stop! You're getting too ahead of yourselves."

I collected my stuff in the backpack and commenced doorward, landing my feet in long strides. I just wanted to get away from those midgets. Right that moment.

As long as I remember I have never been recognised as bisexual. Well...not officially. I did like Stacy back when I was in eighth grade but that was just a minor crush. That can't compare me to being a lesbian or bisexual whatsoever, right?

In my opinion, I'm just being myself.

And being myself isn't wrong.

"Hey! Are you joining us this weekend?" Mayra's voice raced from the back, bringing my feet to half for a beat.

I replied indifferently without looking back, "Don't expect my presence. I got some other jobs."

* * *

The setting sun gave off its low-frequency rays of November. Deciduous trees looked almost naked with their branches sprung out like hundreds of limbs of some protesting mob. The wind was cool and shyly freezing. It caressed the hem of my skirt as the blurry orange beams from the sun created a silent silhouette on the asphalt street behind. A long hectic week full of classes and tuition drained me much but eventually, the weekend was here to greet in a day.

I scurried towards the neighbourhood. A pair of earbuds played pop music on my eardrums and soon I brought my feet to a halt in front of a gray canopy rooftop. The tiny devices left my ears, gesturing farewell with their iconic cute tones as I took them off followed by my slothful attempts to caper up the front stairs, carefully scrutinizing the moment as I kept making wild guesses as to what the owner of the lavish house might be busy with. A sweet aroma diffused in the air from the nearby bushes topped with little star-shaped purple bellflowers.

I clenched my fingers to hit the wooden door entrance. My knuckles produced three pairs of knocks and waited patiently for any response from the other side. I kicked in the air while slightly peeping at the curtains drawn beyond the glass windows.

After a minute or so, the door flung open revealing the pretty pale face I was appointed to.

Bhrea Allison, my dearest friend and sister, was a freshman at NYU. Originally from Indonesia, her interests mostly lay between horror movies and watching kdramas topped with a cup of cappuccino.

My lips stretched into an instant wide smile as I hopped in for a warm hug. "B! I missed you! Sorry, this week was a hell of a ride. God forbid, too many tests!"

She chuckled while patting my head.

"Oh c'mon...I ain't a kid! You're just so annoying." I postured my lips into a forced pout.

"Oh, am I supposed to welcome you with a gesture as perfect as the handmaidens do in the honour of their majesty from some royal lineage?" She raised a brow.

"You could be better..." I shrugged.

She giggled while shaking her head. "You did well, Tae. Come on in. I have something important to spill."

I swayed my skull to the side, my brown eyes striving to read the older's emotions. "Mmm okay...?"

Was it finally the time to get to know what kept her awfully restless for the entire past week?

* * *

I sat beside the sole proprietor of the house on a couch in the grand living room. My hands were folded upon my lap when I swam into some really deep thoughts.

Or at least I had to pretend.

The extremely serene homely environment only added sprinkles of suspense among the opulent bright walls surrounding us.

"So, what do you think about this?" She asked, her eyes widened, waiting calmly for a relevant response.

What did I think?

I cleared my throat and straightened my spine while answering thoughtfully, "Look sis, we cannot conclude that someone is a stalker without concrete evidence. Is there anything quirky about it?"

"Well clearly, it bothers me! If she isn't one, why do I feel something fishy about her?" Looks like she's about to have hiccups of anxiety. "Her personality is somewhat uncanny you know... like one of a kind, something different but in a bad way."

Okay...was I really getting a point out there?

"Ah, don't beat around the bush. Spill it straight! Well?"

Bhrea cleared her throat before stating, "What if she's a bad dude? What if she tries out something scary instead? What if-"

Grace trailed in, "Hey, hey! Calm your ass, I swear to god. Miss Bhrea Allison! Isn't that too much to blame for? What a damn shultz, geez..." I was bound to shake my head at the frantic one beside me.

"What? Don't you think it's something serious? Have you been stalked before?"

Was she being serious?

"Gosh, what do you want to prove here? Nay, I've never been in a dilemma like this. So what? Does that matter? I'm trying to help you out, is that not enough? No? Oh! What a pity!" I scoffed, imagining invisible fumes of fury dispersing from my partially heated form.

Bhrea threw out a pout, "No... don't take me wrong, Tae. I'm only seeking help from you. Help me out, pretty please? Let's get rid of this weird stalker, yeah?"

I totally cringed at the extra sugaring on her words. I shaped my posture and cleared my throat. "Alright, then do as I tell you. If you screw this up then I don't know. Trouble will salute you in no time, so mind that."

Although it made me think otherwise.

She gulped as a layer of terror traced her skin, giving her instant chills at the latest cold statement that escaped my mouth.

"Keep calm. And think it over."

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Here's the first chapter! Hope you'll like it! Please drop your thoughts and let me know :')