The quiet ones are always watching.

Observing.

Noticing.

Paying attention to the little things on everyone.

They notice everything but never get noticed.

I had superpower once...

I was invisible.

No one cared to get to know the quiet girl who sat by herself in lunch.

Nobody dared talk to the quiet girl who was always picked last for everything.

They didn't look back whenever the quiet girl got bumped in the hallway.

They saw past me and simply I wasn't there.

To them I was just the mute girl.

I was.

Through out the years I learned to observe every person who walked right passed me. They could have simply sat next to me for five minutes and never been seen again. I pay attention to the people surrounding me. Every single soul had a story without saying anything. I could just tell by just the way someone talked or by how they dressed or behaved. I took my time to learn how the human beings worked.

You know all of the stuff you were afraid of when you were a kid?

Those stories like the monster under your bed or the boogie monster inside your closet?

They're real.

The real monsters are out there watching us.

Some could say it's inside of us.

The quiet ones have a reason for being quiet...

They don't plan their murders out loud.

I had one objective today.

Get rid of her.

Serena whatever-your-last-name-is-which-I-don't-fucking-care.

And you ask yourself?

How come I'm the bad guy?

Ever since I graduated I believed that all the drama would be over. That I would be free from all the mother flowers from school. Instead though, It follows me.

I can't get rid of it.

For weeks now Rose and I have been planning strategies to expose Serena just like how we did with Ana. For some reason my brother can't seem to get a decent girl for once. Well I'm one to talk since I've been with all the bad boys lately.

I'm a like a magnet.

I attract bad boys.

And here I am trying to get rid of the bad for my brother.

I don't like her.

I don't.

I hate her.

I hate her.

I hate her.

And yes that is a lot of hate.

Hate is such a strong word.

But I love it in this case.

We all have a little bad in us. Heck humans are bad deep inside it's just some know how to hide it or control it really well. Either way humans aren't perfect. We all do sins just differently.

I know she is bad.

I just know it.

That one day towards the last day of my highschool days during the fire when she locked eyes with me, I read her eyes. She without knowing it revealed who she truly was.

I didn't need to get to know her to know she was trouble.

If I could get rid of Ana, how hard can this one be?

Really hard.

A few days ago somebody threatened Rose just because she was close to my brother during school and got to hang out with him after school. An anonymous text saying to stay away from Steve because he has a girlfriend. It was obvious Serena was feeling threatened herself by making one of her friends do the dirty work for her.

No one and I mean no one messes with MY friends nor MY family.

I'll find a way.

Somehow.

~*~

*Jose Tenorio friend request*

I looked down on my phone and saw that someone new was requesting me. I accepted the request and seconds later I got a message.

Jose: Hey I believe I know you from somewhere.

I saw his profile picture and for sure I knew him alright. He used to sit in front of me during art class in my junior year. We never spoke though. Well only one time when he needed me to pass him the markers sitting on the center of the table. He was called Chucky in school and he was really a bad boy always doing weed in the hallways and shizz.

Me: I know you. From highschool in art class. You were a senior back then.

Jose: Oh yeahhh know I remember you. You were the quiet girl.

Well I guess people did pay attention to me even when I was invisible.

Jose: Wow I never realized how pretty you were.

Mhm sure because I was invisible remember?

Me: Yeah I know.

Jose: lol confident aren't you? I like that from a girl.

Funny how people were now noticing my existing. We ended up talking for days and became friends. Though he seemed to be falling for me.

I had another super power.

I could lure men with just the bat of my eyes. It felt good to be the one controlling things now.

A few days ago I met another guy from Wattpad. I was writing when someone sent me a private message. Juan was calling me at the moment but it was midnight and so I decided to ignore Juan that night and pretended to be asleep. So I replied to the message instead from the stranger.

Would you like to write a story with me?

I never collaborated with someone and the idea sounded nice. He sent some description and ideas and heck they sounded good. We quickly became friends and that night we messaged until seven in the morning. His name was George and he was a good guy.

I just simply seem attracted to the bad guys though.

They were unexpected and it brought adrenaline inside of me. I found it more interesting for some reason. George was good though so I kept him as a friend. I was afraid at first though to be honest. I'm bad luck when it comes to friends and love. Hence why I was always a black cat. He though been helping me believe it or not with my Juan problem. I told him little of my story and drama and he managed to open my eyes a bit.

If you love two people at the same time, choose the second one because you wouldn't have fallen for the second one. Juan should have done that but he didn't.

George helped me see that.

I'm going to end Juan tonight.

I can't keep torturing myself that way.

*****

"Princess... I have something to tell you."

"What is it?" I waited for Damian to speak again. We were on video chat and the only thing I could see was his head down on a desk. Juan was calling me but once again I rejected his call. Even after he told me not to do it again, I felt he was the least of my concerns. Right now Damian was in Oklahoma working and tonight was his last night over there. Something was off today though. Something weird and for some reason I rather wanted to talk to Damian and figure out why I was feeling this strangeness coming from Damian.

"Let me send you a text." Damian said.

"Um okay?"

I

May

Have

Taken

More

Than

One

Drink.

I frowned.

"You're drunk?"

He slowly lifted his head and nodded slowly while placing a hand on the side of his face. His brown eyes were dark almost black and they were red on the white part of the eyeball. They were puffy underneath and he couldn't look at me directly.

"It was just one... But then it turned to two then three and well...I lost count."

I never seen or spoke to a drunk person before. I suddenly felt sad for him. I didn't know what to say.

"Say something princess..." He laid his head back on the desk.

"Why?" Was all it came out from me.

I wasn't happy. That I did know.

"I....don't know....problems."

"What type of problems?"

"Just problems. I'll tell you another day."

"Do you trust me?"

"More than anyone Princess. But I can't think straight. Everything is...blurry...I'm dizzy."

"That's what you get for drinking..."

He gave a short laugh and groaned. Only God knows how badly drunk he was. I afraid to be honest speaking to him like that. I had to be careful what to say. This was all new to me.

"I'm just going to bed now..." I slowly trailed away.

"Your mad at me aren't you?"

To be honest I wasn't that mad but more like disappointed in him. I just wish I could help him.

"Just a little." I whispered.

"I'm sorry." His voice cracked.

"Okay."

"I really am. Please forgive me Princess."

"Don't worry...I forgive you."

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry..."

It hurt me to see him that way. His happy self was gone and there was nothing I could do to help him.

"I'll talk to you in the morning. I hope you feel better."

"I don't want to be alone. I need you."

"You're drunk though."

"I know...I know but still. Please don't leave me."

"Okay I won't." I whispered. "Take a shower though maybe that can help you."

"Okay."

I expected for him to hang up the call but instead he got up from bed and went to the bathroom.

"Um what are you doing?" I felt my heart start to tighten.

"I'm going to take a shower just like you told me so."

"Oh um okay then I'll leave you to shower then and call you back or something."

"No Princess don't go. Don't worry you're not going to see anything." He nervously laughed. "I'm just going to put you here on the sink. I'm going to take a quick one okay?"

"Um okay."

He settled his phone on the sink and left from sight. I could hear in the background as he turned the water on and him pulling the curtains of the shower. I just awkwardly stared at the door in my sight and patiently waited for him. Twenty minutes later I heard the water turn off.

I believe the next part wasn't on purpose though for me to see. He came into view and was putting his shirt on.

Well struggling to.

For a brief second I saw him shirtless and finally he managed to put his shirt on and came towards his phone and picked it up.

"Okay Princess I'm done."

"Um how you feeling now?" I asked, feeling my cheeks burning for some reason.

"A little better now." He got out from the bathroom and headed back to bed. They were at a hotel from the looks of it and I could see some of his work friends already asleep. He got under his covers and gave me a small smile. "I'm sorry you have to put up with me like that."

"It's okay. Just...just try not to do this again."

"I promise I will change." He saddened.

We ended talking all night until eventually he fell asleep.

"Damian?" I whispered.

He was quietly snoring and I couldn't help but to smile at him. All anger was gone from me and I watched him sleep until I feel asleep as well.

Just something about him makes me stay.

And for him I stayed.