Real identity

I don't want to be alone and yet I have to be alone, just because I am a Transparent Girl.

Flashback#

"Hey, pass me the ball!"

"Alright! Here's the ball!"

Laughers and giggles filled the whole place.

I stood there waiting for someone to pass it to me. It was supposed to be a game of passing, passing the ball from one person to another. And yet, there I stood, waiting for someone to pass the ball to me.

"Can I have the ball, please," I asked politely.

They stared at me as though I had just said something shocking.

"I just wanted to play with everyone, can't I" I added on.

Still, everyone stared at me with bulging eyes. Why? Why do they treat me like that?

"Because you're a monster!" one of the children screamed and ran away, hiding behind his friends.

I am a monster?

"Summer, what have you done?! Have you threatened them with your fangs again! I have no choice but to kick you out of this school right now! Come with me!" the teacher dragged me out of the classroom.

I threatened them with my fangs? I am pretty sure I had been polishing them everyday to make sure they didn't grow out.

So why did they still so afraid of me?

Why can't I be friends with them?

And that's why I decided to just stay normal as a Transparent Girl. It is better this way. No one will realize who I really am and I don't have to undergo such torture again.

I just wished for my life as a vampire to end off sooner.

I am a real living vampire.

Flashback end#

I woke up in a jolt with cold sweats dripping down, drenching my pillow. I looked at my surroundings, right I am still in my room with Dylan by my side biting on to his soft toy, deep in sleep. It would have been great to be able to stay young and innocent forever.

Could I still be the innocent and happy girl I am in the past?

Erm... Maybe...

Could I still be able to make new friends?

I hesitated and replied myself in a deep sigh.

No, except one.

One untrue friend who will walk away from me if he knows my real identity. Well, that's what I think I am going to expect from someone like Ryan. He will probably announce to the whole world that I am a vampire and the scientists will come looking after me, trying to do some weird experiments on me.

That's what happens to my twin brother.

He died pitifully under the filthy hands of the scientists.

Ryan, would you stay by my side?

Would you?

Marry or not 3

I hopped out of the car with Dylan in my arms.

"Really thanks a lot for the trip," I said.

"What for, we are going to be a married couple tomorrow," he reminded.

Yeah right, I am going to be a wife in less than an hour's time. Much more, the wife of the most wanted guy. Should I feel happy.

Yes, I should and I am right now. At least, I don't have to worry about not having enough money in the future. I can get a job.

I can't ask for anything more.

Ryan is just a sweet person. He knows that I will reject his offers if he were to give me a lifetime worth of money and such.

"No matter what, I really thank you for your hard work," I said.

"You too. Don't tire yourself up. Doll yourself nicely tomorrow!" he chuckled.

"Yeah, I would. Be shocked to see the new Hollywood hot actress in front of your tomorrow," I giggled.

He nodded and grinned before driving off.

I watched his car left the until it was out of vicinity. I sighed and looked up, staring at the navy blue sky.

Am I really prepared for tomorrow?

Marry or not 2

"Ah... I am so tired..." Ryan literally slumped against a tree, sitting leaning against the trunk. I found myself a comfortable seat and sat down next to him with little Dylan in my arms, sleeping.

"Right..." I yawned.

"Want me to take you back home now?" he asked.

"After you explain to me about everything," I chuckled. That's the main reason why he is here, isn't it?

"Right, I think I should really explain to you," he said. "Well, its just that my parents are forcing me into an arranged wedding with Amanda from our school."

"Yeah, so why? Is she not beautiful?" I asked.

"No, she is beautiful. But I can't accept her," he struggled.

"Why can't you? I thought guys like beautiful ladies, unlike me," I said coolly.

"Says who that you're not beautiful. Haven't you seen the guys in our school oogling at you? They had already had a nickname for you," he said, resting his head against the trunk.

His neck looks tasty.

Should I try to take a small bite?

"They call you the Ice Princess," he continued.

Thanks god that he said something to distract me away from his edible-looking neck.

"Really, then I should have really look beautiful to them," I chuckled.

"And scary too! Ice Princess are meant to look cold, unapproachable, unfriendly and yet strikingly beautiful," he said, his face is close to mine again.

"Really? Well, I heard that there also this nickname going around the school about you crowed by them as the Ice Prince," I laughed.

"Ice Prince? We should have looked like a couple to them," he grinned.

I blushed immediately. This is the first time I am talking to someone unrelated to me for so long and also a talk about gossips.

Is school life always this fun?

Is this what that is lacked in my life?

Why haven't I noticed it earlier? Why haven't I made some friends even sooner?

I am so stupid.

"What're you talking about? This is only the first day of school!" I shot back.

"Yep, and this is the first day we met and yet you are blushing so hard already. Hang on, the part where we kissed twice today is even harder to believe. You know, I haven't kissed someone before you," he grinned.

"What?!"

Are you seriously kidding  me?

And here I thought he is some playboy!

"What what? Is it that hard to believe?" he whined. "Do I look like some playboy to you?"

"Absolutely," I smirked.

"You're blushing," he said, poking my cheeks.

"I'm not. And you can't possibly see if it is red in the dark," I argued.

"Well, I can feel it. Can't you feel the sparks on electricity running down your spine each time I touched you?" he asked, looking at me.

Those sapphire eyes.

Don't look at me with those sapphire eyes. They will let all my secrets out.

"Alright, I shall not bug you on it and continue with my story. Now, no more interruption okay?" he narrowed his eyes at me.

"Aye aye, captain!" I answered it to the tune of Spongebob Squarepants.

He chuckled a little.

"Where did I stop? Oh right. And I don't wanna get engaged to her. I don't like her. I don't want her to be tied down with someone like me. She doesn't deserve me. So, I argued with my parents and-"

"Stop!"

"What? Didn't I said no interruption?"

"No, I just want to make clear something. So, you are just trying to be the saint here?"

"Something like that."

"And where do I come in?"

"I am just about to get to that part," he said. "No more interruption this time. Erm... See! Its your fault for making me not know where I stopped at! Oh, I remembered it now."

He cleared his throat and continued his story.

"So, I argued with my parents and they said that if I could find myself a girl that I like and who likes me back, they will gladly refuse this proposal with Amanda's parents and let me marry the girl I love. But the time they gave me to find my partner is only a month, starting from the last last last week. So, theoretically speaking, I only have four more days to Friday, the dateline. And I became anxious-"

"And you came looking for me," I cut in.

"Yup, I came looking for you because you are one of those minorities wearing the grey uniform. And I thought that you might be willing to marry me for money. Turns out that you aren't that type of person. So, I got slapped..."

"I know the rest of the story." I placed a hand in front of his mouth.

"Right!" he smiled.

"And your point here is?"

He gave me a smile.

"I was just wondering if you could help me out, as a friend. Like just marry me to trick my parents into believing that we really love each other so that I can be saved from the arranged marriage," he said. "I promised I will divorce with you in a month afterwards. If you want something to prove this, I could ask my family's lawyer to type out a document stating that you are allowed to leave the household after a month," he put his hands up in surrender.

"And what is the deal?" I asked.

"Deal?"

"Yeah, deal. You know, you can't just ask me to help you do something that is really wrong right?" I asked.

"Oh right. What about you and your brother coming to live in my house for the entire month? I know that your sister and her husband is going to be out of town until the next month. Your brother's school fees and all your meals and everything will be prepared for you. You don't have to work part time after school for a month and afterwards, I will ask my manager to help you arrange another part time job in my company," he said.

"Great deal!" I said without hesitation.

Who would turn down such a great deal?

"Really?" he asked.

"Of course. And it is just going to be a month," I smirked.

"Well, thank you, my wife," he said, kissing me on my hand.

"Shall we get going now?" he asked, carrying Dylan off me and standing out, heading to where his car is.

This is going to be a great month!

A prince in dream

Now, let me address this issue properly.

Number 1: I am in the garden plucking out the weeds as a punishment.

Number 2: For some reason, a sweet guy came in with my brother in hand.

Number 3: That sweet guy kissed me.

Number 4: That sweet guy is none other than the famous billionaire Ryan Stevenson who just so also happens to the the number one most wanted guy according to all the magazines.

And I was captivated by his kiss, his sweet scent.

Well, where should I began describing from? Right, the setting of the scene.

The garden was beautiful, I should say. It was like a magical fairytale garden that all girls would want to live in or have in their future home. The fences are pure white and the flowers blooms even at night. It was a full moon, a beautiful setting where you would expect a werewolf come howling at you.

Well, that was what I thought about it.

And I should move on to talk about the kiss. Right, the AWESOME kiss.

When he pulled apart from the gentle and romantic kiss, I almost felt like pulling him closer to me and kiss me again. But he would think of me as a complete weirdo or some psycho. So, in the end, I chose to resist the temptation and breath in gulps of fresh air.

"Haven't kiss someone so passionately before?" he chuckled as I clutched the pieces of fabric covering my chest and engulfed in deep breaths of air.

The kissing part was good but the aftermath was not. I was suffering from extreme lack of oxygen.

"You're the first I ever kissed," I admitted.

Well, you can't expect more from a Transparent Girl right? In fact, being able to kiss someone at 16 is already a miracle.

"Really? That's hard to believe. Should've told  me earlier. Then I would have made that kiss even better and sweeter," he licked his lips seductively.

Am I just dreaming or is he just downright sexy?

Either ways, I just feel like stripping off his clothes now.

I am really a psycho.

"What're you here for?" I asked, resuming to what I had been doing all the while earlier.

"To bring your little brother to you? You said that you are worried about him," he smiled, standing close to me.

"Apart from that, I mean. You aren't the type of person who would just come to bring my brother to me and end the story like that," I said, wiping off the sweat on my forehead with the back of my hand.

"And you know exactly why I am here for. I told you this morning right?" he replied, squatting next to me and plucking out the weeds in the garden. "Ouch!"

"Hey! What're you doing?" I took his hands and saw the blood oozing out from his delicate hands profusingly. Such delicate hands are just not meant to do such things.

"Helping you of course," he pulled away from me and continued to pluck out weeds.

"But your bodyguards..." I said.

"They aren't here. I told them not to follow me," he said while plucking out the weeds. "Ah... There's still so much left. When will we be finished with this?" he asked.

I smiled.

Where on Earth can I find a guy as sweet as him?

"Sum-mer, I want to help too!" Dylan waddled towards me.

"Alright, alright! Haha! You'll help too!"

And where on Earth can I find a little brother as sweet as Dylan?

Don't we look like a happy family?

"Ka-cha!"

I thought I heard the clicking sound of a camera and turned behind to look.

Strangely, no one was there.

"What's wrong?" Ryan asked.

"Nothing. Maybe I was hearing things," I chuckled awkwardly.

If only I had went forth to check things out.

After school

"Hey," I turned back when I heard someone calling.

I was busy pulling out the weeds in the garden. It's already eight and I am still on this even though two hours had passed.

"Yes?" I replied.

I was stunned when I saw who is here.

"Sum-mer!"

There is only one person who I know who will call my name with much difficulty.

And that's my little three-year-old brother.

I swoop him off the ground into a tight embrace and kissed his cheeks.

"Dylan! Why are you here?" I asked.

"That brother over there brought me here. He said that you are still in school," he pointed to Ryan.

Ryan waved at me a little and I smiled back. He is really a thoughtful and sweet one guy.

"Well, I see. But the next time someone says that they are bringing you somewhere to meet me or Kaithlynn, you cannot follow them alright? You can only follow me, Kaithlynn, your teachers and Michael, alright?" I said. Michael is sister's husband.

"Then what about that big brother over there?" he pouted, pushing himself and jumping down to the ground, hugging Ryan's leg.

"Well, I guess you can. Ryan's not a big bully. He is a nice guy," I said, blushing a little at what I just said.

"Sum-mer, your cheeks are red. Do you like big brother too? Because Kaithlynn says that when you see someone's face is red, it means she likes someone."

What the hell is Kaithlynn teaching Dylan!

"Look Dylan, dont listen to what Kaithlynn says-"

But I was cut off by something.

Something soft and sweet was on my lips, massaging it. It felt good to the point that I was almost addicted to the feeling. Then, something wet wetted my lips, poking at it gently asking for entrance. I gladly opened it and it slid it immediately and massaged my tongue.

Is there even such a massage?

Curiously, I opened my eyes a little to apprehend the things in front of me.

What I saw was a pair of closed eyes so close to me as if someone is going to or is kissing me.

Kiss.

Kiss..

Kiss...

What the hell am I thinking about?

To my mum in heaven,

I am sorry but I had actually kissed the same guy twice in a day and I actually thought that he felt sweet and tasty.

Am I a psycho?

Becoming best friends ever

I breathed in a deep breath before opening the door the our homeroom.

"Relax, nothing is going to happen. I can just use my authority to scare the hell them off," he patted my shoulder.

"Thanks very much," I said sarcastically.

I placed my hand on the door knob and turned the knob slowly.

Relax, everything is going to be alright. The teacher is not gong to notice a Transparent Girl.

I opened the door finally and dashed to a nearest empty table, hoping that the teacher did not notice me.

"Well well, I suppose the two up there are Summer Carlson and Sir Stevenson," the lecturer down at the stage said,

Oh right, I forgotten to say that this school is for the rich and a classroom just meant a luxuriously decorated lecture theatre. Everyone got to wear uniforms.

There are three types of uniform, the white, blue and grey, according to their society status.

Normally, only one person in each year is given the white uniform but this time, there are five.

Me? I just so happen to be the minorities wearing the grey one.

Right, because I came in with a scholarship.

"Miss Summer Carlson, care to explain why are you late?" the lecturer asked, pushing up her spectacles.

She can see me?

"Want me to excuse you from this? I can do that," Ryan whispered into my ear.

"I don't think I need that. I will just accept whatever punishment she has for me," I moved away from him. We were seated at the last row of the small lecture theatre.

"Well, Miss Carlson," she said.

I swear I saw a hint of sarcasm and anger in her eyes.

"I have no excuse," I said bluntly.

"Wow!!!" the guys in our class clapped and whistled for me.

"Aren't you brave?" a guy sitting next to me, lifted my chin up while he inched his head forward.

"Let go off me!" I exclaimed.

You serious? Doing such a thing in school, during lesson time, with a teacher in front who doesn't seem to care a thing about that.

"Why? Don't you enjoy doing this? A grey uniform? You must have gone fucking with that Stevenson there for money right? I can give them to you too. How much you needed? And I will gladly give you double and make you feel even better than that Stevenson," he sniggered. His face was dangerously close to mine.

Please, don't let him kiss me.

Please, someone just save me.

"That's enough for now, Parkers," Ryan covered my mouth with his hand.

"Mr. Parker. Can I continue what I am going to say?" the lecturer asked.

"Go ahead. I am done here," he answered.

He was wearing a white uniform, like Ryan. Another super rich guy.

"Right, Miss Carlson, you are going to serve detention after school standing in the sun and pulling out weeds in the garden. You may leave the school when you are done," she smirked.

Is this how the system works in this school? The rich can do whatever they wanted and escape from punishment?

"I get it," I said dully.

"Hey you sure? The garden is really big," Ryan nudged me.

"But what can I say? Even if I have to stay until morning, I still have to get it done," I said. "But, I am more worried about my little brother. There is no one at home to help me look after him. Sis is put of town," I said.

"What about your parents?"

I froze a little.

"My parents.... They died a few years ago," I stuttered.

"I'm sorry, I didnt mean anything," Ryan apologized.

"Nah... That's something long ago," I put up a brave front even though it was clear that I am broken from the inside. Mum and dad died when I was only ten.

"I see," he said.

An awkward silence soon dawned between the both of us.

I give you only a minute

"You said it, only a minute," I said. "When a minute is up, I will just turn my ass and walk off."

"Fine, ten minutes then." he chuckled.

And I laughed along with him.

"Ringggggggggg!"

Great the school bell just rang. And the both of us are late on the first day of school.

"Seems like we have to wait until we serve our punishment before we can have a serious talk," he said.

"And what if I don't want a serious talk?" I chuckled.

"I guess I shall force you to listen to me? Like half kissing you and half explaining to you? I know you love me kissing you," he said jokingly.

For some reason, I was able to talk to him really fine and easy.

"Really? I thought you had bad breath. Oh god, now my mouth seems to stink a little," I breath into my cupped hands and sniffed it.

He laughed.

"Really? Then I shall kiss you more to make your bad breath go away," he looked at me with perverted eyes.

"What's with that logic?" I chuckled.

He suddenly held me tight to him and I chuckled again.

"What's with you suddenly?" I asked.

"What's with me? I am just going to run to our home rooms and prepare to get scolded by our teacher," he said.

I rolled my eyes at the thought of it.

"How many minutes late are we now?"

"You really like to talk about time. We're around ten minutes late," he bumped his head gently onto mine, rubbing our nose together.

"Ten minutes? Sounds like something else," I chuckled.

"Enough of talk now. My princess, which class are you in?" he asked, holding up my hands to his lips for a gentleman's kiss.

"1-1," I answered.

"Wow, some class as me," he said.

"Really, then shall we hurry up now? We are fifteen minutes late already," I said, pulling him on his wrist and draggin him along with me.