Busted For Real

May's POV

I woke up to the beeping of my alarm clock. The snow last night was so terrible that I prayed it would be over once I wake up. And once in my life, my prayer just got answered.

I slowly sat up and stretched my arms.

I was about to get off of bed when I noticed a folded piece of paper right beside my pillow. Without a moment to waste, I quickly opened it and read.

Who knows, it might be Santa's letter saying what I would be getting this Christmas.

Or not.

No matter how much I wanted to spend hours gazing at your cute sleeping figure, I got a soccer team to manage early in the morning, and I think 35 minutes is long enough hearing you mumble in your sleep. Which is adorable by the way.

And thanks for taking care of this very charming prince of yours.

P.S. I left you bacon and eggs on the table. Don't be late for school! 'kay?

I puffed my cheeks out.

How could he stare at me sleeping and hear my sleep ramblings for thirty five long minutes?! Why would he do that? Seriously? It's not one bit appropriate!

Despite the freezing weather, I felt something warm.

Just what in the hell.

And why would I expect something from Santa? I'm already way past child years to believe he's real. And even if he was, my name would be written in red-ink-boldly-italicized-underlined-with-five-star-naughtiness in his naughty list.

After panicking where he could have went under that heavy snow yesterday, I found out that he was just resting in my room because apparently he was worried why I came home late. Why he decided to wait in my room instead of just resting in his own though was something far from what I could comprehend.

And I could comprehend a lot of things pretty well, osmosis, theory of evolution, quadratic functions and etcetera.

He said something about making him feel more rested, which just all the more prove that he's really a big open pervert. And to top that off, he wouldn't budge so when I thought that I would just sleep on the sofa he got up and told me to sleep with him because it would make him feel better. He even added that it was a 'punishment' for getting home late and making him worry.

'Punishment'.

Yeah right.

What? You would rather sleep on the sofa than make me feel better? What kind of a wife are you?

Initially I argued of course, I may not be the smartest girl on this planet but it doesn't take to be a brainiac to know just how illogical was his reasoning. Me sleeping with him does not equal to making him feel better. He was just teasing me, as always. He was giving me the puppy eyes so eventually I agreed.

As if arguing about it would get me anywhere.

It was our first time sleeping together. I mean we've slept together before, not just on the same bed.

It was really unfair.

He was so comfortably snoring in while I barely even had a wink.

How could I sleep when I could just feel him breathing so close to me for Pete's sake?!

He tried to wrap his arms around me a few times, whether that was intentional or really without a doubt intentional, but I just had to push him over.

A lot.

And am I supposed to get used to this? Because I don't think I could ever get used to this. Not until feeling his breath down behind my neck wouldn't feel like the most embarrassing thing in the whole universe.

But on the bright side, I'm not late!

So after taking a warm bath and scarfing down my bacon and eggs, I headed out to school as fast as I could.

Aside from what happened last night, my thoughts would occasionally be about Brendan. Despite winning that soccer match against Drew, he still let Drew get the position of being the club president.

He could have just passed it on to any of his members. That would have been a much responsible decision.

I don't know if you'll believe me but he really was desperate to beat me. Because he thought that you liked soccer players, especially big shots like me. So he wanted to be one by replacing me as the soccer club president as a start.

It must have been that. So in a way he did it for Drew, and maybe for me as well.

This is also the reason why I don't really have friends and why I suck at communicating. I keep on moving and I find it useless to keep friendship if I have to keep on jumping from one country to another. But I don't really mind having no friends. I love my father and that's all that really matters to me.

He did so much to everyone around him, to his father, that he didn't even think of his own happiness. He really is something.

He also said that I should stop being such a worry wart about him and start looking for my own happiness.

I hope he could find his own happiness one day.

When I reached my classroom there were about more than half of the class present despite being early, and if that wasn't surprising enough, Dawn arrived ahead of me to think that she's even a bigger not-morning person than I am.

"May!" The cheerful blunette called out to me. "Did you just read the school bulletin?"

Oh boy, please don't tell me someone just transferred here again.

"What is it?" I asked and sat down beside her.

"Drew just took over the soccer club!" She exclaimed.

"Oh, I see." I nodded knowingly. I twisted my head searching for him inside the room but there was no sign of him.

"You're not surprise?" Leaf asked behind me.

Then I immediately realized my huge mistake.

I instantly looked back at her. "Really?! How did that happen?! I- I mean you know m-me, I don't read the school bulletin." I panicked really bad and tried my best to look as surprised and astonished as I should be. "I thought Brendan was the president of the club. Yeah? What happened to him?"

I must have looked pretty dumb, well I've always looked dumb, but I thought it was worth the shot. Maybe they wouldn't suspect that I already knew something about it and thought that I wasn't just interested or anything just like the usual.

"Come on Maybelle." Misty replied casually. "You're better than that."

Apparently not.

Both my lying and acting skills were both beyond pitiful.

"You know something about this don't you?" Misty sharpened her gaze at me.

"Know something about what?" I gulped.

I knew I should have been more careful with whatever I would say but ever since keeping a lot of secrets from my friends, I've become more careless with each passing day. I honestly don't know how long I could keep this up. I know I would be better off telling them the whole truth soon, not just now.

I'm not ready.

"When we parted ways the last time we went shopping, I secretly followed how you went back to school." She added. "Then you got out with Drew and went home together. In an apartment a few block south."

"There's something you're not telling us." Misty raised an eyebrow.

Okay, so whether I'm ready or not, telling them the whole truth soon just suddenly isn't an option anymore.

Darn it.

"You and Drew are already dating aren't you?" Leaf smiled slyly.

"You're already living together?!" Dawn gasped.

Even with the cold season, I felt a bead of sweat trickled down the side of my head. It would have been easier telling them that we are dating, but the thing is, we aren't. It is something far more advanced than just dating.

Heck we didn't even have a date yet!

I sighed and decided to just tell them everything. It sucks but I just had to do it.

I could no longer keep this a secret from them, my sanity couldn't take much more. And my lying skill couldn't save me this time.

"So what excuse are you gonna make up this time Ms. Maple?" Misty raised an eyebrow at me.

"Spill the beans!" Leaf and Dawn followed, grinning with anticipation.

"It's, uh, it's a long story." I chuckled and twisted a hanging lock of my chestnut hair.

"We've heard of that before!" The three of them answered together.

"Yeah, uh, I thought so." I sighed for the second time. "Please don't tell anyone about this." I followed and inched my chair closer to them.

"Especially you." I tried my best to form my buried-miles-under-dead-serious gaze at Dawn.

"I promised!" She grinned.

No, she's clearly not.

"Really! I promised! Tell us the juicy stuff already!" Dawn followed.

Since the party was coming, we didn't have any classes. So for the entire morning, I became a storyteller. Now I know how Grandpa must have felt telling me and Drew his war stories. It was the only bonding session we three get to experience alone a long time ago. He would tell us his stories so Drew and I would fall asleep every night.

Though I believe it was because of the boredom, not the excitement, of it that I'd always fall asleep.

I basically told them everything, starting from that oath our grandfathers did way back years ago and how it was passed to us, how we were successfully married by that well-played plot my grandfather had planned, how we got to live together in an apartment room to the part with what I got to do about Drew suddenly taking over the soccer club and about Brendan and why he's no longer around the campus.

I expected them to flip over, well yeah they certainly did. Especially the part where I told them about waking up and seeing him in his boxers, that time we slept together and the part where he kissed me.

Of course I didn't say that I begged for it, unlike what Drew told my mother. I asked, I didn't beg. There's a huge difference there excuse me.

I apologized to them for keeping it a secret for so long and not sharing about it during our secret sharing last week. Miraculously, they just let it slip by.

It was really embarrassing telling them everything that happened. I didn't even know how I lasted. They promised they wouldn't tell anyone. Well hearing them say that is one thing, but making sure they stick to that is another thing.

I was expecting to feel relief now that I don't have to try really hard about keeping it a secret anymore, it was one of the perks of having a few trusted friends. But knowing Dawn and her attitude, I'm not too sure about feeling relief anymore. I felt more anxious than relief.

I'm afraid I might have to try harder now. I have to keep a finger pressed on her, like I really have to put some kind of tracking device on her so I could monitor her all the time.

They wouldn't believe when told them it would be a long story, jokes on them. I even had to continue telling them after our break.

"So he took over the soccer club for you." Leaf said as we walked down a set of stairs. "He really is a sweet guy after all."

"If only he wasn't such a big pervert though." I replied, I subtly fanned my face.

"He's just teasing you May. That's how boys communicate with love." She said in a matter-of-fact tone. "I wouldn't mind being married to a guy like that."

Lunch break just ended and Leaf and I were on our way to the toilet.

"You know certainly a lot huh." I replied as we walked along the hallway of the lowest floor. "Being with both Gary and Red must have given you a lot of experience about boys." I chuckled.

"Must be." Leaf chuckled too. "Gary is a lot like Drew, but Red is different. He's serious and very much mature. They're at the both ends of the spectrum. And I'm the only one who gets to pull them both together." We both laughed. "Whether they like it or not of course."

"Wow you're so cool!" I replied.

"We've been friends since we were really young." She waved her hand showing that it wasn't such a big deal. "Maybe if you both weren't separated for seven years then you could have been better at handling his perverted attitude or his narcissistic comments."

"Now that I think about it." I replied thoughtfully. "Yeah that does make sense."

"You know Gary, he's flirty but it doesn't work at me at all. I'd just laugh at him." She added. "I just got used to it."

I haven't thought about it before but Drew came here a year after his parents did. I wonder what made him stay at LaRousse alone for a year. It couldn't have been about Brianna since she was already here last year. I should have asked this sooner! Why did I just think of this now?

"Hello? Earth to May? Are you there?"

My mental ramblings came to a halt.

"Y-yes! I'm here!" I answered.

"You spaced out. We had already passed the toilet." Leaf replied.

I scratched my head awkwardly. "We did? Oh we did. Sorry, I just had a thought."

"About what?" She asked.

When I was about to answer, the school intercom interrupted us.

MAYBELLE MAPLE. MAYBELLE MAPLE OF CLASS 3-A. PLEASE COME TO THE SCHOOL CLINIC RIGHT NOW. THANK YOU.

Leaf and I exchanged looks before dashing out to the clinic.

I must have taken my troublesome prowess to the next level because I was never called to the school clinic like this before. Has it become the new faculty or the principal's office?

When we arrived we were surprised to see a nurse because we never knew our school had a nurse before.

"Are you, by any chance, Miss Maybelle Maple?" She turned her head around and smiled at me.

And then came dashing behind us were both Misty and Dawn.

"Yes, did I perhaps cause any trouble?" I answered as we all got inside the room.

"It's about this boy that got injured." She replied and went on ahead. Injured? She's not talking about Drew right?

She gestured us to follow her so we did. When we came to the farthest bed, I saw Drew lying on it. I could barely notice his breathing. It was as soft and cold as the snow yesterday.

Then on instinct, I instantaneously ran pass her and knelt beside the bed and examined him.

"What happened?" I asked and looked at her. My breathing became noticeable and erratic.

"He dislocated his right shoulder." The nurse responded. "I believe it happened during a practice session that turned rough."

"Practice session that turned rough? What? B-but how.."

"It was a commotion within the club and its members. I don't know the details but there seemed to be a problem about its management." The nurse came over to my side, she has a sweet voice. "But don't worry. He's fine now. The extreme pain he felt earlier knocked him out."

A commotion? A fight? I knew it would be trouble taking immediate place of being the soccer club captain.

"Really? Is he really fine?" I asked as Leaf, Dawn and Misty stood at the opposite side of the bed near the windows.

"Yes, rest assured." She smiled as she answered my hopeful look.

"Thank goodness." I heaved a sigh of relief and laid my head on the bed near Drew's hand. "I knew he wasn't feeling better yet. And now he had a fight. What a doofus."

"I'm the new nurse here by the way." I looked up at her and blinked a tear from my eyes. "You can call me 'Joy'."

"So we won't be seeing Sir Brock anymore?" Misty asked. "Thank goodness."

"Oh no, no. I'll be working here starting now with him." She chuckled. "He's on a sick leave today due to a bad cold."

"Oh." Misty got disappointed. "Okay. I don't really like him and the way how he ogles girls. Yuck."

"Really?" Joy laughed.

"Yeah you should be careful." Misty replied. "Better yet you should just leave right now!"

Leaf intercepted and punched Misty's shoulder. "Don't listen to her Nurse Joy. She's bonkers."

"I'm totally not bonkers!"

"Yeah, yeah you're not." Leaf chuckled and rolled her eyes.

"But why was I called?" I asked as soon as I recalled how my name was mentioned by the school intercom.

"Oh sorry about that." Joy chuckled anxiously. "I didn't mean to do that but you see." She paused as she looked at Drew. "When he was brought here by some of his club members, he told me to call you and let you know what happened." She breathed for a minute and darted her look sideways before continuing. "And since it's my first day today, I barely knew anyone so I panicked and misused the intercom." She bowed. "I'm sorry for the embarrassingly false alarm."

"Oh please don't be." I frantically waved my hands in front of her. "It's good that I came here immediately."

"Don't worry, apparently this girl is already used having her name announced by the intercom." Misty cut in and jabbed a finger at me. "Though usually it is to the principal's office or the faculty office but we never heard of it being the clinic before so we came here right away too." She snickered.

"Hey!" I glared at her and clipped my hips. "That wasn't necessary! You totally are bonkers."

"I am not bonkers!"

"It sure was surprising to hear her name by the school intercom." Leaf followed. "Again."

"Now you're teaming up on me." I muttered. "Unfair."

"Unfair? You're the one with the love life here!" Dawn cried. "You're unfair!"

"Ahh!" Nurse Joy clasped her hands and looked at me. "So you are this boy's girlfriend?"

I immediately felt my cheeks toast up. "We-well, n-not, not really." I stammered and did whatever with my hands with the hem of my skirt. "I mean yes. Yes. I am."

"She is actually his wife already! They're married!" Dawn announced like it was some big advertisement on a billboard at a busy highway.

"Dawn!" I glared at her my sharpest glare. "You promised!"

"Oops. I forgot." She paused and covered her mouth. "Sorry!"

Then we heard the door creaked open. We all turned around and saw a familiar redhead. She looked surprised. Well who wouldn't? It was a logical and perfectly sane reaction. Though not as surprised as Nurse Joy was.

"Oh god, Brianna.." Misty muttered behind me.

"I knew it." I saw her bit her lower lip that blood trickled down. "I knew you two were already married." It was the last thing she said before she slammed the door behind her.

Well there goes my last bit of hope for everything to be damn alright.

Wait. She knew it already?!