UNVEILING DESTINY'S SURPRISE

As I opened my eyes, a throbbing pain in my head immediately greeted me. To make matters worse, I discovered that I couldn't move an inch or even turn on my side. Something seemed to be holding me back. Suddenly, I felt movement next to me, and a knot formed in my stomach. With widening eyes, I beheld the sight of my companion, who was wrapped around me, his nakedness pressing against my waistline. My mouth flew open in shock as I struggled to process the situation. I gingerly removed his arm from my body, terrified of waking him up and facing the consequences of our intimacy.

When I removed his arm, I experienced a range of conflicting emotions. On the one hand, the urge to escape from the disturbing situation made me feel relieved - I was finally taking control of my own safety and well-being. However, the physical sensations in my body were nothing short of distressing. I felt an intense, searing pain in my private parts that radiated throughout my entire body, leaving me shaking and rattled.

Despite the intense pain and discomfort I was experiencing, my first priority was to get out of there as soon as possible. I knew that I needed to act quickly, to avoid waking him up and potentially putting myself in greater danger. As I made my way out of the room, I felt a deep sense of anxiety and fear - it was difficult to shake the feeling that I was being watched, followed, or pursued.

Looking back on that experience now, I still can't believe that it was real. The whole thing feels like a hazy, surreal dream - one that I want to forget as quickly as possible. I try my best to move on with my life, to focus on the positive things and leave the past behind. But no matter how hard I try, those memories keep haunting me - a constant reminder of the darkness that exists in the world........

CHAPTER 1

“Hey CL, remember it's the first day of school today, what time are you there?”.. "AYA's opening language to me was when I answered the phone, no hi! Or hello, nothing at all. It's first day of school and, as usual, we need to get up early again because the vacation is over. It seems like the day is going so fast, it's like the vacation has just started and then school starts right away. Why are you always so lazy to wake up in the morning?

"Ouch…What's the matter AYA, can you say hello! First, the opening words, right…you'll beat mom if you scream on the phone. My class starts at 9 o'clock, girl h.e…l. l.o”

" It's 9! Are you sure about that CL, ha! What time is it for god's sake CL 8 'o clock sister are you still sleeping.".

As I sit here in my dorm room, I can't help but feel so far away from everything. It's like I'm in a completely different world from the school that I'm attending. Despite being so close to my dorm, I can't shake this feeling of being lost and disconnected. Yesterday, the pressure of the first day of class got to me, and I even considered going all the way home.

Speaking of home, let me tell you a little about myself. My name is Candice Louise Pamilar, and I go by CL for short. I'm an 18-year-old graduating student at St. Harold University, where I'm currently pursuing a Bachelor of Science in Accountancy. I come from a family of four, with two older siblings who have always been my role models.

Growing up, my childhood friends gave me the nickname Candy, which stuck with me for years. But as I got older, I started to prefer using my initials, which is how I started going by CL. It's funny how simple changes like that can make such a big difference in how we see ourselves.

Despite my initial misgivings about being away from home and school, I'm excited to see what the future holds. I know that this is just the beginning of a journey that will take me to places I never thought possible. And with my family and friends by my side, I'm confident that I can tackle whatever challenges come my way.

When they say that it is more social to listen to CL compared to candy, I cannot help but wonder about the intricacies of social dynamics. As a cheerleader in St. Harold square, I have been quite identified throughout the university. Being a leader has made me famous but has gotten me many enemies as well. My strictness in choosing members and managing the group has earned me a few bashers. It is a common fact that widespread fame often leads to a fair share of criticism and negativity.

Furthermore, I have always been an active participant in various school contests, even charm contests like square princes and princesses. When I was chosen as the representative of our department for the charm contest, I was taken aback. I have never felt passionate about charm contests or felt the need to participate. However, as a responsible student, I took it as a challenge and tried my best to represent our department with dignity and commitment.

It is interesting how society values certain things over others. Listening to CL is considered more social than listening to candy. Candy, in this context, may refer to pop music or any other genre that is not considered 'trendy.' But why is this the case? Why are we inclined to judge people's social value based on their music preferences?

In conclusion, being famous in school is not always a bed of roses. It comes with its fair share of challenges and obstacles. However, it is essential to stay true to oneself and participate in things that spark joy and passion. After all, it is better to be known for something you truly love and enjoy rather than something that does not resonate with your inner self.

As a young girl, I found myself at odds with a particular classmate who went by the name of AYA. The reason for our conflict was rooted in her love of being the posh and perfect "square princess," while I was more content to blend into the background. Admittedly, AYA had a lot going for her - she was tall, stunningly beautiful, and had this natural charisma that drew people to her.

But to my mind, the fact that boys were always chasing after her was a testament to her lack of substance. She seemed to be far too invested in being popular and liked rather than developing deeper connections with people.

Another issue was that she had a habit of being overly friendly with guys, which led to rumors about her being promiscuous. I sometimes disliked how she missed the opportunity to build real friendships with people by only wanting attention from the opposite sex. AYA often missed him as an interpreter which signified the kind of inconsiderate behavior she exhibited at times.

While some folks believed these rumors and held a low opinion of her, I knew AYA’s true nature. Our friendship was primarily predicated on her spending time with my friends and me. It was only with us that she could truly let down her guard and be her authentic self.

As for me, I didn’t go out of my way to be fashionable or trendy. I’ve always been content in white clothing and I wore my natural brown, curly hairdo with pride. In contrast, AYA loved to experiment with different hair colors, constantly changing her look to... well, who knows, really? I didn’t understand the appeal of dying her hair every couple of months, but I guess that was just part of her persona. Despite our differences, we found a way to make the friendship work, and for that, I will always be thankful.

She's always been the one to initiate entering beauty contests, and we happily follow her lead because it's always a fun time. We never take it too seriously, and we don't get too caught up in the competition. It's all about having fun and enjoying each other's company.

As much as we love the thrill of the competition, we also have a little inside bet going on. Whoever fails to place in a beauty contest has to treat the other two to free lunch and dinner for an entire year. It's a friendly wager that adds an extra level of excitement to the contests. And it also motivates us to do our best and try to avoid being the one who has to pay for all those meals!

Personally, I have been fortunate enough to win the campus princess title for three consecutive years, starting from my freshman year. It's a great feeling to be recognized for your beauty and personality, but for me, the title also comes with a sense of responsibility. I want to use my platform to make a positive impact on the campus community and inspire other young women to be confident in themselves.

As for my friends, AYA is the one who always stands out in the beauty contests. She's talkative and loud, and her confidence radiates on stage. She's never afraid to be herself and just have fun, which is what a beauty contest should be all about. And although she hasn't won any titles yet, she always manages to make a lasting impression on the judges and the audience.

In the end, beauty contests are just a fun way for us to bond and create lasting memories. We don't take them too seriously, but we always strive to do our best. And regardless of who wins or loses, we always have each other's back and continue to share laughs and good times together.

The day started off on a positive note as I was able to make it to my early morning class on time thanks to AYA's approval. However, there were times when I could appreciate AYA's loud and naughty behavior. But there were also times when AYA's behavior crossed the line and caused me to lose sleep. No matter how much I begged AYA to stop talking on her phone, she never seemed to listen. It was a frustrating situation to be in and often left me feeling helpless.

Thankfully, my professor was understanding of my situation and was also able to make it to class on time. Our teacher Martin, on the other hand, was still as strict as ever. He had a no-tolerance policy for students who were late to class, and his reputation as a terror was well-deserved. Despite his strict demeanor, I was able to have a successful first day in his class.

During lunch in the canteen, JM started talking about our classmates Kyle and Jenna. It was no secret that Kyle was my ex-boyfriend, and hearing about him and Jenna's public displays of affection was the last thing I wanted to hear. It made me feel like a pervert for wanting to avoid the uncomfortable situation.

All in all, navigating through the ups and downs of college life wasn't always easy, but with a little bit of persistence and understanding, it was possible to make it through.

As the two friends stood outside the classroom, AYA's impatience started to show through. She was annoyed with her friend, JM, for not being able to pick up on the subtle hints that were being dropped by the guy they had just encountered.

"Come on girl, just let him go. He's just trying to show off so that you can get his information and add him on CL," AYA said, her voice laced with frustration. JM, who was always a bit slower at picking up on cues, looked at her bewilderedly and asked what information she was talking about.

AYA rolled her eyes and let out a sigh. "Hello earth to JM! The guy was practically drooling over you! You're so beautiful, I don't know if you're even from this planet. And to top it off, you're a Dean's Lister - it's no wonder he sees you as a potential doctor!"

As AYA continued to tease JM, the latter's eyes widened with surprise. It wasn't every day that someone paid her such a glowing compliment. But AYA, being the ever-jovial friend, couldn't help herself from teasing and ribbing JM a bit more.

The truth was, JM was not always the quickest on the uptake. In fact, oftentimes when someone cracked a joke or made a witty remark, the joke would pass right over her head. But once she finally grasped the meaning of the joke, she would burst out in laughter, much to the amusement of her friends.

And so, as AYA and JM stood outside the classroom, retelling the encounter with the smitten guy, their laughter echoed through the halls. Despite the teasing, they both knew that they could always count on each other for a good laugh and a fun time.

"JM's been telling tales so that you could rat me out and give Kyle the green light to replace me. But don't think for a second that I'm without him. And as for Kyle, he's well aware that you saw everything, so naturally, he's curious to know my reaction."

“Hey there, ladies…” I turned to see Aya's scowl as she announced Kyle's arrival. The basketball captain, renowned for his skills on the court and his looks off it, was the heartthrob of our university. He was my first love and ex-boyfriend, and while I adored his sweetness, his controlling nature made the relationship suffocating. The final straw came during a monumental argument that led to our downfall.

"Good day, Kyle," JM responded with a polite smile. "Greetings to all. May I talk to CL for a brief moment?" Kyle inquired, addressing me.

"Indeed, provided that she is returned," AYA remarked with sarcasm, revealing her distaste for Kyle. AYA used to be kind toward Kyle, as he had initially harbored feelings for her. As for myself, Kyle had flirted with me for two years.

Following our arrival in Kyle's car, I queried, "What shall we discuss?" I refrain from talking with him any further, not out of resentment or envy, but out of respect for his current girlfriend. Additionally, I am acquainted with his current partner, who exudes elegance and affluence. Above all, I aim to avoid complicating or misunderstanding our relationship.

It's been a month since the break-up, but it feels like an eternity. Everything seems to be moving slowly, and I just can't seem to get back to my routine. Kyle and I had shared so much in such a short span of time that it's difficult to let go of the bond we had built. While AYA may have claimed that what we had wasn't love, it's hard to lessen the impact that Kyle has had on my life. I still miss him terribly, and the void that he has left in my life seems to be growing day by day.

One of the things that I miss the most is the little gestures that Kyle would make. He was always concerned about my well-being and would go out of his way to make me feel special. I remember how, during the days when I was busy with my research, he would send food to the library or the practice every now and then. It was a small gesture, but it meant the world to me as it showed how much he cared.

Kyle was also always there for me, no matter what. He would wait for me, even if I got home late, and always made sure that I was comfortable. He would drop me off at home, even when he had to go to school early the next day. When he had free time, he would spend his day at school just to be able to take me home. It's these little things that made him so special to me and it's hard to let go of all of that.

Accepting that Kyle is gone has been a tough pill to swallow, but as AYA had suggested, I need to move on. Even though it's easier said than done, I need to try. I'm hopeful that with time and effort, I will be able to heal and move on from this heartache.

Although he's irresistible, I can't ignore the fact that he's a bit of a playboy. Perhaps it stems from his high school heartthrob status, which attracted scores of admiring fans, all vying for his attention. He was known for indulging in playful flirting with his admirers, even so far as to lock lips with them at times, without a care for onlookers. Every time I had the nerve to bring up his questionable behavior, he would become defensive and claim that those flings meant nothing to him, that I was the only one who mattered. He swore up and down that his love for me was unwavering, and that no other woman would ever hold a candle to me.

It's hard not to notice Kyle's reputation as a playboy on campus, as everyone seems to know about it. I've never been someone to judge, and I don't let it affect my interactions with him. However, I can't help but feel a bit suspicious of him sometimes.

One particular instance sticks out in my mind. We were in the middle of an argument, and when I tried to walk away, he insisted that we go to his condo. I was hesitant, but he was so insistent that I eventually caved. Once we were there, he forced me to have sex with him and then declared that I was his alone. It was a possessive and unsettling display, and it left me feeling uneasy.

Kyle tried to justify his actions by saying that it was just for security reasons - that he didn't want to have to look for anyone else. To me, that reasoning seemed shallow and unsatisfactory. Being someone's possession is not an attractive prospect.

Despite all of this, I do still recognize Kyle as a playboy. I've known him as the hearththrob and crush of the town, and I don't fault him for enjoying his popularity. However, I do wonder if his actions reflect a deeper insecurity and need for control.

In contrast to Kyle's outbursts and possessiveness, I prefer to ask questions and have open discussions. I don't feel the need to rush at anyone that I'm talking to, and I believe that open communication is key to healthy relationships.

He asked me why I wasn't showing any suspicion towards him and doubted if I loved him. He thought I might be saving my virginity for someone else, which is why I continually refused his advances. Our argument escalated when he tried to force himself on me in his car, causing me to break up with him over the phone that day. He didn't respond to my message, even though he read it, and after three days of no communication, I discovered he had already found a new girlfriend.

His girlfriends come and go like passing clouds, with such rapid pace that it's almost impossible to keep up. And yet somehow, I found myself caught in the crossfire. That fateful day, I was whisked away to an event I never would have attended on my own accord. A shiver runs down my spine as I recall the memory.

"CL, please, just one more chance," Kyle pleaded, his usually confident demeanor reduced to that of a lost puppy. "I don't love Jenna. She's always clinging to me like a vine. It's you I miss, It's you I love."

I scoffed at his audacity. "Have you lost your mind, Kyle? Do you hear yourself? Honey?" I let out a bitter laugh. "Don't forget you have a girlfriend. This isn't some romantic reunion, I only agreed to meet you to use your car. We have a big problem on our hands - someone may have seen us. It's time to let go of us, Kyle. Jenna loves you, and I'm sure you love her too. Our chapter is over."

"CL, I want to make things right between us. I love you and I promise to change for the better. I won't complain or disrespect you anymore. Additionally, I'm willing to end things with Jenna. "

"Kyle, you're being unreasonable. Are you really considering breaking up with the person who loves you? Do you want to get back with me just because things aren't going well with Jenna? You need to grow up and not mess with people's emotions." After getting out of his car, I thought about how things could have been easier if he didn't end things abruptly. Will he find someone new and come back to me if it doesn't work out? Despite him being the reason I didn't sleep with a stranger, I still need time to process everything.