Fifteenth Vow: Flashbacks V

"As I recall, you were changing then." Catherine playfully slapped his arm. "Is that the only thing you remember? Sheesh."

"That's not all, you were wearing a pink bra too." Victor laughed when she gave him a sour look, then got up. He grabbed her by the waist and made her lie down with him. "Okay, okay, I'll stop."

"Why were you changing in the first place?"

"My uniform was soaking with sweat and I felt sticky in it. Good thing, my P.E. clothes were still there." She explained briefly. "You know, looking back, even when they hurt me, I don't think they deserved everything. Heck, one of them committed suicide."

"You shouldn't waste your time in thinking irrelevant people Rosie, they got what they deserve, if you ask me." He hated those girls with passion and anyone who caused her pain.

"You really hate them, do you?"

"You have no idea."

The flashback's final outcome.

One of his guards gave him a full narrative about the whole thing. The girls. How everything went off proportion. The entirety of the chaos that ensued. He scanned the contents of each fugitive. It was full of interesting dirt to rub on them. "You are excused now." The guard left after bidding his master goodbye.

"Lovely. Now, time to ruin someone's life." He chuckled maniacally. "Ah, I hope tomorrow comes soon."

He knew what to do. Everything will be like a classical tale with Chopin's requiem playing. He would always fetch Catherine every morning. They would walk or sometimes ride his bike. They would only ride a car if they needed to.

Victor liked her holding unto him as he pedaled through the streets or when she would make jokes and share some thoughts as they walked.

The little things keep his chaotic personality at bay. He would show all his colors to her. His angry, sad, happy, worried, destructive looks, he knew Catherine would never leave him and would accept him nonetheless.

"You're wearing some shiny lipstick today, who are you dolling yourself up for?" His comment made her blush. Even when he said it jokingly, anger boiled at the pits of his stomach.

"Can't I beautify myself? It's not shiny lipstick. It's a lip gloss. Mom bought it and I like the shade so here they are." He sighed with relief. "You're already pretty with or without makeup and yes, it suits you very well. Makes your lips look plumper."

She squealed in happiness. "Really? I'll wear it every now and then." He simply smiled at his adorable darling. He nudged his fist on her head and messed her hair up. "For a minute there, I thought you're trying to impress your crush."

"Oh Sean? Have I told you about him?"

Victor stopped on his tracks. "Sean? Who is he? Have I met him? What does he look like?" He bombarded her with questions. Now, he is mad. He still held back because he wouldn't like it if he scared her.

"Stop being so jealous. He's just an upperclassman. I saw him playing piano once and it was beautiful. He played some classical piece." She held his arm and continued to walk.

"I can play piano too, you know." He rebutted. "Even better than him, I bet." He grumbled whisperingly. "I heard that Rovanovich!" She laughed at her best friend's cute envy.

"I won't replace you and I believe I let you know every day. Besides, I'm over him. Just a passing thought."

'Good. I guess Sean will live today.' He smiled from ear to ear. He loved it when she would say sweet things to him.

After a few minutes, they reached the classroom with everyone busy gossiping. "What is happening?" She felt the curiosity in the air. She approached one girl from their class. Victor sat on his seat.