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Caught A Heather

Caught A Heather

Princyana

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Bellamy Quinn Mayer, daughter of a well-known businessman and woman. Her life is unfortunate because she's being controlled by her parents. Even so, she chose to understand them because she's hoping that the time will come and they would do the same towards her. She had a hard time moving on from her dark past that nobody knew except a few. She was in her miserable state until she met Jan Keane Scott, son of a well-known businessman. He showed her the love and care she has been longing for. They faced everything together but what if their parents and their pasts are already the ones whose hindering them to be together? Would they choose to stay in torn or let go?

Chapter 1 Glance

I woke up early in the morning to jog outside and to refresh myself before the start of our class next week. I wore a pair of leggings with a stripe going along the seams which made my legs look so long as I'm running. I also styled it with a simple sports bra to let my bottoms be the hero of my look.

I fixed my earphones and higher the volume of the music I am listening to. I tried my best to forget all the memories that would just ruin my mood for today. As much as possible, I want to have a rest. Physically, emotionally and mentally.

Instead of enjoying my summer vacation, all I did was study because that's what my parents want me to do. They said I need to study this and that to know our business. At the age of nineteen, I am still dependent on my surroundings. Why? Because they see me as a model, so I need to be one. They find me attractive, even if for myself I am not.

I stopped midway when my phone beeped because of a notification. It's a comment from one of those followers of mine.

"You're a heather," I read what it says.

My forehead creased and my lips slightly protruded.

"Am I?" I asked myself.

This is not the first time someone would tell me about it. Many of them were noticing me from the start. They saw me as heather because I'm gorgeous and attractive they said. They also said that I have a good personality, know how to approach people, and exactly know how to befriend them.

I will not be humble enough to deny that I am kind. Yes, I am kind. Because that's what my grandma taught me to. Be kind to everyone even if that person doesn't deserve it. Why? Simply because everyone deserves to be treated that way. But do they deserve that? Somehow I am kinda confused about what my grandma taught me. Some people would do bad things to you without conscience. But after that, you still needed to be kind. Why would I? Do they deserve that? But no matter how my brain stops my heart from caring, I always ended up caring.

My soft personality reflects the personality of my grandma. She already passed away just a year ago. She's always my savior, my hero, and my love. In my darkest times, she's always there as a lustrous star of my night. Because of her, I learned how to forgive people. Because of her, I managed to collect the pieces of myself. She taught me the meaning of life. She taught me the value of love. I learned to love because of her, but also ended up breaking myself when she passed away.

The sun is slowly rising. I am running fast and quick so that its light won't be able to touch my skin. I am afraid of brightness, I am afraid to watch the sun rising. Because it represents a new day which everybody loves but I hate, I rather don't know why.

A new day for me means new stress, new pressure, and new pain. I'm not like this before, I even loved watching a sunrise when I was a kid. But I don't know. All of that changed because of one memory. A memory that keeps me from darkness and hated the morning of tomorrow.

A memory that blocked me from forgetting, and that was the harder fight I need to endure every day.

When I reached the park, I noticed that I am not even sweaty. What can you expect? I didn't bother to show myself under the light of the sun. Instead of heat, I just made myself colder.

I came out of the tree to let myself welcome the wind blowing as well as the heat coming from the king of the morning.

I smiled when I realized that I still feel nothing. How can I appreciate the vibrance of the morning when no one sincerely wants to be with me? Heather, huh? I thought they are the ones who people want to be with?

I sighed. Why am I even thinking about it? Besides, I am not yet in the right condition to interact with someone right now.

"Miss?" A baritone voice from nowhere filled my ears.

I just said in my thoughts that I am not in the right condition to interact with someone now, right? Why can't I have peace even just for a while?

"Miss, you dropped your handkerchief," he said.

I slowly opened my eyes and saw a man standing in front of me. He's wearing lazy attire with his glasses on.

Wait, he's kinda familiar though.

"Did I see you somewhere...?" I hesitated to ask.

He chuckled and fixed his glasses.

"Nice seeing you again, Bella..." he said.

My eyes widened a fraction when I realized who it was.

"Pierce!" I greeted.

He was my classmate last year. We didn't get along that much because as much as possible, I don't wanna have friends. I completely don't want them anymore because I once have those friends who stayed before just for the popularity. And because of being innocent at all times, I am being advantaged.

"How are you?" he asked and motioned me to sit on the bench just beside the swing.

We sat there and continued our conversation.

"I am fine, how about you?" I asked.

He shrugged. "Still into you," he jokingly said.

Both of us laughed at that, but I'm a bit embarrassed though. Uneasiness is always there when I'm with people, that can't vanish so easily. Then again, I always need to gather myself and strengthen my core for I don't want to be judged. You know me, I'm a person who's afraid of judgment. So as much as possible I'm trying my best to be perfect. Because being perfect means no judgment for me. Or that's just what I thought?

We continued chatting with each other until I had to bid my farewell for I still have other errands to do.

"It's nice seeing you again, Pierce." I sincerely said.

He laughed. "Still the soft and kind, Bellamy. How can I move on if you're being like that?" he jokingly asked.

I chuckled. "Try to look on the other girls and you'll see the beauty on them," I advised and give him a tap on the shoulder before leaving.

I jogged back to the house and when I stepped on the mansion, maids immediately come towards me to give me a new towel.

"Thank you, Ya..." I said.

"Breakfast, Quinn?" She asked.

"Just bring it to my room, please..." I said before going to my room.

I took a bath for an hour and it feels so refreshing. After bathing, I left the bathroom wearing a white robe. The food is already there, I am not yet hungry though, I just forced myself to eat because I don't want to waste food.

After that, I dressed up myself. I have nowhere to go. I just needed it to feel that I'm beautiful and fresh. Most of the woman wants to dress up beautifully because it somehow gives them a lighter mood on a day. Fashion kinda reflects us, women. It makes us more confident and gorgeous every day.

I then proceeded to the study room to prepare for our class next week. I started reading and highlighting the book my mother bought.

Honestly, I am not that smart as you thought. But I needed to be on top, always. That's why I'm studying my ass hard, in that way, I'm sure that my parents would be genuinely proud of me. Do you know the feeling of being pressured in everything that you'd do? That's exactly what I'm feeling all my life, even worse than you imagine.

I studied for two to three hours and stopped when I feel dizzy. I rested on the terrace for an hour to breathe some fresh air. My thoughts wandered until they made my headache. I was about to enter inside when a luxurious car caught my attention, it's just one street away from our house. I don't know what's gotten into me why am I suddenly have the interest to look for who it was.

I did not disappoint when I saw a man exiting the car. He's wearing a sunglasses, white t-shirt which revealed his muscles and veins, and a pair of black tight pants which hugged his legs perfectly. Even just from afar, I can already tell that the man is good-looking.

I saw how he took off his sunglasses before roaming his eyes around. I didn't take off my gaze at him too, I don't why. I stared at him intently. I am still enjoying watching him when his gaze suddenly stopped on my spot. My eyes widened in friction and quickly turn my body against him so that he will not notice that I also stared at him. But he already saw me, right?! So it means he also caught me staring at him!

Even when I am not looking at him already, I can feel that he's not yet leaving his gaze on me. His stares were like daggers attacking my back.

Gosh, you made a wrong move, Bellamy.

With that, I decided to leave the terrace and enter the study room like nothing happened. But one question is still playing on my mind.

Who is he?

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