The Goddess and the Ogre

"What the heck?!" Yvienna shouted, her voice echoing with frustration.

Her eyes scanned the girl from head to toe, a glare fixed on her face. Yvienna raised a single eyebrow in response, her gaze casually drifting down to the girl's blouse, now marred by a stain from the ruined cake. Her eyes shifted to the girl's hand, where she was desperately clutching the plate that once held a perfect dessert — now a broken, ugly mess. 

"Oh my goodness! Look! I'm a mess now! It's all your fault!" the girl screamed, her voice laced with anger.

Who was this girl to shout at her like that? Yvienna's temper flared. She clenched her jaw, her fists slowly balling at her sides. She was about to turn and walk away, but before she could make her exit, the girl grabbed her arm, her grip firm and insistent.

"Don't touch me!" Yvienna snapped, irritation dripping from every word.

"Don't you want to say something to me?!" the girl demanded, her tone accusatory. "Remember, this is all your fault!" Yvienna's eyes narrowed, her frustration mounting. She yanked her arm free, crossing her arms over her chest. She wasn't going to waste time on someone like her. 

"First of all, I wasn't the one holding the plate with the cake," Yvienna replied coldly, her eyes glinting with a sharp edge. 

"And second, I don't have time to talk to someone like you. My time is too precious, unlike your face." She rolled her eyes as she turned away, but the girl blocked her path.

Yvienna glanced around, noticing all the customers in the café were staring at the two of them. The sudden attention made her feel a rush of frustration. 

"Say sorry to me!" the girl demanded. "Why would I?" Yvienna shot back, her voice dripping with disdain. 

"For your information, you're the one who bumped into me. And let's not forget, you bumped into a goddess." The girl's face twisted with rage. 

"How dare you?! You brat! You're so pretentious and ugly!" Yvienna's eyes widened in disbelief. 

Ugly? Her blood boiled at the insult, but she couldn't help the smirk that formed on her lips. She leaned forward and grabbed a strand of the girl's hair, twisting it between her fingers. But as she gazed into the girl's eyes, something about the curiosity there made her pause. The girl's trembling hands caught her attention — she was scared.

"What are you doing?" the girl stammered, her voice quivering.

Yvienna ignored the question, gripping the girl's chin and forcing her to meet her gaze. She studied her face intently, her smirk widening. 

"Am I ugly?" she asked, her voice smooth and taunting. The girl hesitated, eyes flickering with uncertainty. Yvienna tightened her grip on her chin, feeling the girl's pulse quicken under her fingers. The fear in her eyes was almost satisfying. Wasn't she the tough one?

"N-no, you're not," the girl stammered.

"Really?" Yvienna pressed her voice a mockery of sweetness. "I thought I was ugly, just like you said." The girl shook her head quickly, her face flushing with embarrassment. Yvienna shoved her away, her smirk deepening as the girl quickly scrambled to distance herself. 

Turning away, Yvienna made her way back to her table, but the stares from the other customers felt almost suffocating. She glared at them, irritated. "All of you, stop staring at me!" she barked.

The eyes of the onlookers quickly darted away. Yvienna glanced at her best friend, Tiffany, who was watching her with a curious expression. 

"Let's go, I want to buy some books," Yvienna said, her voice now quieter. Tiffany nodded enthusiastically, standing up quickly. Just as they began to walk, Tiffany called out to Kyle. "Come with us, you want?" she asked, a teasing note in her voice. Kyle nodded, and Yvienna sighed, already bracing herself for whatever nonsense was about to follow. 

"H-hey! Yvienna, wait!" Tiffany shouted, a hint of excitement in her voice.

The trio moved through the mall, the hum of voices and the soft echo of footsteps surrounding them. Yvienna's gaze flickered over the crowd, but she couldn't help noticing a girl staring at Kyle. Her stomach churned as the girl boldly asked if she could take a picture with him. Yvienna's brow furrowed in confusion. Why was he so famous? Was it just his looks? 

"Thank you," the girl said, flashing a bright smile as she walked away. 

Yvienna shook her head and quickened her pace. When they reached the National Bookstore, Yvienna's attention was drawn to the rows upon rows of books. She paused, glancing sideways at Tiffany and Kyle, who were both looking at her with curiosity.

Her eyebrow arched in silent question. What was their deal? Tiffany took a step closer, lowering her voice. 

"Are you jealous?" she whispered, her eyes twinkling with mischief. Yvienna's face flushed with heat, but she quickly masked it with a sharp glare. 

"What the hell are you talking about?" she shot back, irritated. 

"You walked away so fast when that girl asked Kyle for a picture…" Tiffany teased. Yvienna placed her hand over Tiffany's mouth, silencing her with a quick but firm gesture. 

"Lower your voice and stop that nonsense, understand?" she hissed, her face still flushed with annoyance.

Tiffany nodded, and Yvienna glanced at Kyle, who was eyeing them both with curiosity. Rolling her eyes, she turned and strode into the bookstore, eager to escape the teasing atmosphere. Her eyes scanned the shelves, looking for something interesting. Then, suddenly, a familiar book title caught her attention. Her favorite book — the one she had been dying to get her hands on for months!

She tiptoed toward the shelf, her heart racing as she reached for the book, but just as her fingers grazed the spine, she heard a voice from behind her. 

"Oops, sorry, but I got it first," Kyle said, a mischievous grin on his face. Yvienna's face darkened. This was ridiculous. 

"Give it back to me!" she demanded, her irritation bubbling over. She lunged forward, trying to snatch the book from his hands, but he raised it higher, out of her reach.

"Gosh!" Yvienna muttered under her breath. She was about to make another attempt when Kyle suddenly lost his balance.

Boosh

Before she could react, Yvienna found herself tumbling onto him, landing on top of his chest. She froze, her face inches from his, and her breath caught in her throat. His eyes — they were mesmerizing, almost hypnotizing. She couldn't look away. His long, perfect lashes. His strong nose. His lips — pink, soft, and so close that she could almost feel the heat radiating from them.

Her heart thudded painfully in her chest. She couldn't help but stare at his Adam's apple as it moved with each breath he took. And then, when she finally met his gaze, something in her chest fluttered. His eyes were warm, soft… and for a moment, she forgot to breathe.

Her mind snapped back to reality as he reached up, gently touching her cheek. His touch sent an electric jolt through her, and she could feel her pulse quicken as his head moved closer.

Her throat went dry. Was he really going to kiss her?

"Hey, hey, hey! What are you two doing?" Tiffany's voice broke through the moment like a splash of cold water.

Yvienna quickly scrambled to her feet, her heart racing. She coughed awkwardly, trying to mask the heat rising to her face. Tiffany stood there, her face split into a teasing grin.

Kyle stood up next to her, and Yvienna quickly averted her gaze, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. 

"Here's your book," Kyle said, holding it out to her. Yvienna glanced at him, her expression guarded. She didn't take the book, but instead folded her arms across her chest, her gaze unwavering. 

"I'm not taking it from you," she said coolly. "It probably has germs from you, ogre." 

"Ogre?" Kyle chuckled. "Why'd you call me that?"

"Because you're ugly," Yvienna replied, her voice flat as she refused to look at him.

Kyle smirked, leaning in slightly, his gaze playful yet intense. "Really? But I remember you were staring at my face for quite a while earlier…"

Yvienna's face flushed, but she quickly rolled her eyes and turned away, muttering something under her breath. She wasn't about to let him get the satisfaction of a reaction. Without a second glance, she stormed off, leaving him standing there.

"Aish! I hate him! I hate him!" she silently fumed, her frustration boiling under the surface.