Paradoxical Love

Chapter 17: Predicament

"Reyler. I want you. Now." Matilda's heart pounds harder I could hear her synchronizing with mine.

I had nothing else to do, rejecting her is too late. I had nothing else to gain but to watch Matilda as she relentlessly partakes my neck like a vampire that hasn't tasted blood for decades. She pulled and hugged me even tighter as if there was no tomorrow.

"Matilda, not there..." I couldn't forcibly push her aside because I told her she could ask me for anything, I never imagined she could use her card right away.

Whether I like it or not, she instigated caressing my collar bone down to my chest, undoing my buttons as she prepares to relish me deeper than she already had. I decided to push her away as she was overdoing it pushing me to my limits, although for some reason, she looked down, halted from what she was doing on my body silencing herself from her moans.

"Matilda? Are you okay?" I'm puzzled, having no clue what she's up to; she's staring right on my chest, I could still sense the coldness of her kisses.

Now all of a sudden, I got a serious look from her as she slowly closes the buttons of my polo shirt. She almost ripped apart my uniform while assaulting me, now she seems like a withered vegetable that has lost its appetite for life.

"Reyler... Tell me." I got nervous. The tone of her voice suddenly deepened, the kind of enticement that I can't comprehend, enough for me to sweat in buckets.

"What is it?" Even though I struggled to get ahold of the situation, I still couldn't help but blush perhaps at the closeness of our faces to each other. But, I was no longer bewildered, and there I was speechless when I realized what she was looking at on my chest.

"Who... did put a hickey on your chest?" Matilda asked in a very stern demeanor, only the sound of a broken plate seemed to ring in my ears. I was paralyzed by her question. I completely forgot about the hickey that my sister accidentally buried in my upper-middle left breast below my collar bone this morning.

Of the many people who can see this, why is it that Matilda was the one who saw it? How unfortunate I am today. Why didn't I put up my guard and why did I completely forget that it was still in my chest? Questioning things as they are won't do me good, clearing the misunderstanding is my current top priority.

However, what do I do now? She might think I have another woman. But I'm aware it's possibly what she was believing now that she lost interest in physically assaulting me earlier ago. I should cleanse my name and fix this madness.

"Matilda. I can explain it." This is too uncomfortable I was shivering in place, I can't seem to construct a proper description in my head, and there is only one thing I am certain; my doom is imminent and she'd definitely hate me for this.

"Reyler..." She called my name, faced her head-on, I won't run away nor chicken out, I will tell her the truth. I hope she doesn't think I'm a womanizing bad boy, it'd tarnish my name that is already slandered. They can call me in any insults they can probably imagine, and no matter what they throw at me, I would never accept being called a playboy or the sorts, it certainly offends me to a degree that it goes against my values and pride.

"You are... you're just mine!" Matilda declared those enticing set of words from the bottom of her heart. It was my first time that I heard her raise her voice. She's always poise and reserved, I never could have imagined I can ever see this side of her. It was obvious from her furrowed eyebrows that I angered her and such, aggravated the circumstances.

Without any remorse, she crossed the line and pressed my lips with her warm, yet cold-bearing sadness swirling within her solemn kiss. All I could do was accept everything she has to offer as she squeezed me tightly as if the sun would never rise again.

"Matilda control yourself!" I broke this sensational mood between her as she held her reigns, the slight slaver of hers' parted between our lips like a string of webs, it almost made me faint for a second. When the small hand of the clock passes on twelve, It was only then that I realized I had made a mistake in clearing these clusters of tied-up misunderstandings.

"Is she the one who gave that to you?" A vague trace of disgust was written on her wince. I can't seem to comprehend what she was hinting at me about and at the same time, I can't ignore her when she's trembling acting her best to not let me see her in such a state.

"Who are you referring to?" I really had no idea, we're deviating on our initial problem at hand.

"The girl you hugged on the rooftop..." Matilda told, she somehow hid her face under her long hair after breaking off of her charismatic figure.

"Girl...?" Rummaging within my head, I found that it was Sattela she was speaking about. Closeness aside, we are definitely just friends; but I doubt she'd ever believed me when things moved to a chaotic turn.

"Are you referring to Sattela? She's just my friend." I explained as I convince her it's a misunderstanding.

"Th-Then why did she hug you while she was crying?" Matilda's voice wavered for a moment, she's definitely going to break as she desperately pushing her palms on her chest, an inclination showing she's getting hurt.

"That's..." I reclined on the wall, wanting to tell her what Sattela went through including the bullying, and also about the part she's my childhood. Then for me to clutch things up, I wondered how I can tell her that the hickey on my chest was from my sister.

"Saturday. Come to my house after our dismissal, we'd rendezvous on my home whether you like it or not." Matilda slammed the door upon closing it. I'm quite sure she stepped out after getting jealous, enough for her to walk away.

Now carrying a new problem, how do I fix this misunderstanding in the first place? I still have an appointment with Helenia exactly at dismissal today. I was so unlucky I'd want to cut classes for the rest of the time.

I'm not in the mood to study for some after our feud I went out of the council office so that I could think of a solution to this predicament. Though spending the time all by myself as I get the space I needed is important, I should have a life re-evaluation session where I learn my past mistakes every now and then.

Maybe the gentle breeze of the wind from outside might lift up a certain melancholic weight in my chest, I hope her duty as the Student Council President won't be affected just because I can't bring her the truth.