My Man 7

‘What?!’ she flinched and then face him. ‘What make over?’ she glared at him.

‘I told you, you need this make over for Clarisse’s party. You should look presentable and…’ he sighed. He can’t say the word ‘beautiful’ for he fear she might get offended. He looked intently at Cybil. ‘At least you look presentable at her party.’

‘Oh so I HAVE to change myself for her, is that right?’ She asked sarcastically but deep with in her, Cybil knew the answer. She rolled her eyes. ‘Fine! Presentable it is but I don’t want to undergo any make over.’

‘But in order for you to look presentable you NEED this make over.’ He said without looking at her. He turned his car left then minutes past he pulled over. ‘C’mon.’ he said. He got off his car and hurriedly walked at the passenger side and charmingly opened the door for her. ‘Let’s go inside. They’re waiting for you.’ He said while beaming her with a grin.

She stubbornly leaned at her seat, crossed her arms over her chest, glared furiously at him and the she said. ‘NO. I’m not going anywhere and I can’t allow you to change me for your own selfish reasons. That’s bullshit!’ she angrily then she pushed her glasses up, looked furiously at him and then continued. ‘The hell I care with you guys! Don’t change me to the person I’m not. This is me. You have to take it or leave it.’

BJ’s grin dramatically faded. His brows slowly met at the center, his jaw clenched and his warm gaze a while ago suddenly became icy. ‘You are MY GIRLFRIEND so you should care-’

‘But I’m NOT your girlfriend.’ She interrupted. She reached up to pushed her glasses. ‘We don’t have a relationship. I mean this relationship isn’t real. I was stuck with this…’ she thought for the right word to use. ‘MESS to repay my debt.’ She sighed then looked straight ahead. ‘I told you just can’t order me around. If I’ll say no…’ she looked at him sideways. ‘I mean it.’

BJ stared straight. ‘But there’s always an exemption to the rule.’ He said and weirdly his irritation suddenly subsides. He sighed. ‘No matter what, in Clarisse’s eyes you’re MY girlfriend and you can’t change it.’ he said seriously. For a moment they were quiet but it was BJ who broke their silence first. ‘And as your boyfriend, I forbid to swear in front of me. It’s not proper for a girl to have those words in her vocabulary.’ He said. ‘Come on. We have limited time.’

Cybil didn’t move a muscle. She was just sitting on the passenger’s seat and stubbornly raised her head in a clear statement of defiance.

BJ sighed and without a word he carried Cybil in his arms. She shrieked and instinctively, her hands wrapped around his neck. BJ secretly smiled.

‘BBBRRREEENNNTTT!!!!!!!!!!!’ Cybil shouted on top of her lungs. ‘Put me down this instant!!!’ She tried to break free but failed. Instead of letting her go, BJ only tightened his grip and pulled her closer. Helplessness aroused, she tried to pinched his nose, his cheek and poke his eyes. All her attempts failed and then she remembered something. ‘If you don’t want your nose to BLEED, put me DOWN this INSTANT!’ she said still shouting.

Instantly BJ followed her orders. ‘Okay… okay… you needed not to be THAT violent. Jeez…’ he shook his head. He saw Cybil looked angrily at him. Unconsciously, he stepped back and braced himself for an attack.

‘You jerk!’ she said and gave BJ a right straight hook.

BJ didn’t duck or move at all. He simply blocked her attack and then he immobilized her hand. She tried to pull her hand but BJ’s grip was too tight. Another fist was flying towards his face but this time it was her left. The same result as the first one, BJ was able to block her attack. ‘Not this time.’ he said smiling charmingly at her. He was so please seeing her murderous look. ‘You’ve used the same attack before and I’m not that damn not to notice it.’

Cybil stared and suddenly though of something. She seductively smiled at him. Seeing her smile, BJ’s grip loosened. With both hands free, she touched her glassed then slowly she reached up to BJ’s neck and then pulled his head closer to hers.

BJ swallowed audibly and was looking intently at Cybil’s cherry red lips that were only inches away from him. Her smile was seductive, inviting and urging him to do the act. This is a kiss!

Cybil’s smiled broadened as she saw BJ’s eyes were slowly closing. He was really into it now! She thought silently. She felt his hand starting to wrap around her waist. NOW!!! With all her strength, she hit his abdomen with her right knee causing him to kneel on the ground weakly. The force she used was enough to weaken his stamina. ‘Don’t you dare touch me again…’

Cybil stopped herself from wincing. She felt uneasy being the center of attention to three well dressed guys who was studying her for quiet sometime. They were the ones in charge for her so called make over. One was in charge with her crush courses in ‘acting appropriately and being a refine young woman’, the other two will took care of her wardrobe and her hair and make up.

‘The ugly glasses should go.’ He said after a long moment of staring her. He stood up then took off her glasses.

‘But I can’t see…’ she said. She raised her hands in front of her to try point out her dilemma. She was myopic and at the same time she had astigmatism. Without here glasses, she can’t see and read objects far from her and with astigmatism, the object she saw appeared to be too small or too big than its normal size. She was useless without her glasses and she didn’t like to use contact lenses as a substitute.

‘It is better if you can’t see than to look ugly, you know.’ He said simply.

Cy snorted. ‘In my profession, it is BETTER to look ugly than to have a LAW SUIT.’ She said and took her glasses from the guy’s hand.

‘I don’t care! Whatever you’re reasons the glasses still going.’ He said and then continued to study her. ‘Jet black hair didn’t suit the chiseled skin color-’

‘I agree!’ BJ shouted not from them. He was just observing them do some ‘magic’ on Cybil.

‘Is jet black your natural hair color?’

‘Yes.’

‘No!’ BJ contradicted. He stood up and moved towards them. He gave something to the guy.

‘Perfect!’ he said and beamed Cybil an amused smile. ‘I’ll do it.’

BJ nodded. ‘Put a side bangs and put some volume on her hair. Emphasize her facial features.’ He said then thought of something. ‘Do some treatments… hot oil or something… I don’t know just do something to emphasize her straight hair.’

‘Could you be more gay?!’ she asked BJ seriously. ‘No! Don’t touch my hair!’

Cybil sighed as she remembered the past two days she’d undergo her make over. It was the most tiring and the most frustrating two days she’d ever had in the past nineteen years of her life. What made her wonder was how BJ successfully used his charm in persuading her to agree in his request.

‘CYBIL?’

She blinked and then looked at BJ. ‘W-What?’

‘We’re here.’ He said while looking straight into her expressive amber eyes. The result of Cybil’s total make over surprisingly astonished him. The girl was good in concealing her beauty! Or she just didn’t know she possesses such beauty. Whatever it was BJ was so pleased with himself. He just turned the geek into a beautiful young woman and he was so proud of it. ‘Let’s go.’

She sighed and then she surveyed her surroundings. For the first time she noticed her environment. ‘You got to be kidding me!’ she said audibly to herself. Cy thought Clarisse was throwing a small party but it turned out to be the opposite. She’s throwing a huge part and by the looked of the people attending it, Cybil was sure it was an exclusive and invitation only party… or something. She sighed. She hated this kind of gatherings especially parties exclusive for the elite and privilege people.

BJ get off his car and slowly walked towards the entrance of the Hamilton’s Hotel. It was where Clarisse’s party held. ‘Most of the people here tonight are business tycoons and mostly they’ve done business with us.’ He said without looking at Cybil. ‘So I think it’s natural for me to introduce you as my girlfriend and besides Clarisse- Cybil?’ he looked at his side. ‘Where is that girl?’ he asked himself. He started tracing back his steps and found Cybil still sitting inside his car and was staring blankly at the hotel’s building.

For a moment he pitied her. This could be her first time, he thought silently. He moved towards his car and opened the door for her. ‘Cybil…’ he called in a low and somehow tender voice. He touched her cheek using his hand. ‘Let’s go.’

Cybil lightly flinched and finally her eyes were focused towards him. ‘Oh…’ she said distractedly. She then simply removed his hand and then said. ‘I-I’m sorry.’

He step back, giving her enough space. ‘It’s okay.’

Cybil got off the car and fixed her gown. While doing it, she noticed BJ was giving her an appreciative look. ‘What?’ she asked.

His lips slowly form a lopsided grin and then he looked straight in her expressive eyes. ‘Nothing.’ He then took her hand and interlocked his fingers with hers and said. ‘I’m just proud of myself. Just look at you now.’ He studied her for a moment. ‘You look surprisingly beautiful!’

Cybil snorted. She tried to pull her hand. ‘I feel normal. I mean minus the glasses, nothing seemed to change.’ She said seriously. ‘Will you please let go of my hand.’

BJ shook his head. ‘You mean you haven’t seen yourself before we left?’ he asked but he didn’t wait for Cybil’s answer. ‘Those guys were busy pleasing me…’ he trailed off. ‘Well let’s go. Clarisse is waiting for us.’ He led her to the hotel’s hallway.

Leaving without much of a choice, Cy started walking with her hand still interlock with BJ’s hand. They entered the hotel. Cybil guess it was a seven star hotel. Well the Hamilton’s were known to own a five to seven stars hotel. They headed for the elevator.

Cybil stopped abruptly as she caught a glimpse of someone’s reflection in the mirror. The reflection was staring straight at her, shocked was written on its face. The reflection she saw had very expressive amber eyes that Cybil loathe for years. It had auburn hair, the hair color she thought she’ll never ever see again. Oh my God! She thought. This isn’t happening! Cybil moved towards the mirror and unconsciously touched it. No way! This can’t be happening…

‘Like it?’ BJ asked while smiling charmingly at her. He was standing next to her. ‘I told you, you looked beautiful!’

She blinked. ‘I hate it!’ she said straightforwardly at him. ‘What did you do to me?’ she whispered. ‘I told you not to change the color of my hair.’ She said while staring straight at her reflection. She was wearing a baby pink gown with a very deep V neck neckline. For a moment she was conscious with her normal B-cup breast. The evening gown had visibly showed her small figure. Her hair wasn’t tied but they curled it into sexy and sophisticated big locks and surprisingly it had shaped her face. She was wearing a light make- up but what bothered her much were her eyes. They emphasized it using eyeliner!

Cybil didn’t really know how to react. For the first time in seven years, she saw her old self, the Cybil that she hated, the real her that she had been trying to forget. For the past she had been trying to hide her real self for selfish reasons and she thought she will never see this side of her. ‘Oh my God!’ she said loudly while touching her hair. She didn't know what to say to herself. Whether, welcome back Cybil it had been years since I saw you like this or would it be, I'm back.

BJ smiled and said. ‘Why hate it? You looked more beautiful now than your geek look.’

‘But I’m used to that look.’ She said without thinking. She gazed him through his reflection.

‘You’re USED to that look?’ BJ repeated. ‘You mean you actually don’t look that way... dressed that way?’

She blinked. It was then that she finally realized the meaning of her words. She cleared her throat. ‘Let’s go.’ She said then she turned her back and started marching away from BJ.

BJ stared silently at her. He then sighed and shook his head helplessly. Cybil was the only girl he had met that was so hard to read. She was secretive, cautious and mysterious about something. It was as if she was holding a big secret and she was afraid to let anyone know about it.

‘Good evening Dr. T.’ she greeted her surgeon and grinned at her in a familiarity. ‘I never expect to see you here.’

Dr. Killian whirled immediately after she heard such familiarity in Cy’s greetings. She frowned as she saw her. ‘I’m sorry Miss. Do I know you?’

Cybil was a bit surprised hearing the doctor’s reply. For these past months that she was assigned to scrub inside the doctor’s theater, Dr. Killian and Cybil surprisingly become close friends. Although the surgeon had this reputation of being so strict, she had high standards with her subordinates, to the point that she chose her scrub nurses and medical interns and being an idealistic inside her theater, she still was, is and will be the best cardiologist in there hospital. She can perform miracles and can revive a dead person. As a newbie Cybil feared Dr. Killian but as she scrub in Cybil found out that the surgeon wasn’t that bad.

Cybil looked intently at her then all of the sudden she remembered something. ‘Oh yeah I forgot.’ She said while laughing softly. She first cleared her throat before she continued. ‘Jet black hair in a messy ponytail,’ Cybil saw the surgeon was frowning even more. ‘Ms. Vienna’s spoiled and only trainee for a year now and the RC’s youth representative for our chapter, that’s me!’

‘K-Krizia?!’

Cy smiled as she saw Dr. Killian’s reaction. ‘I’m also called Cybil.’

‘Oh my God!’ the doctor said while laughing she even hugged her. ‘Is that really you?!’ she asked after she pulled back. She then gave Cybil a thoughtful look. ‘You look stunningly beautiful! What happen? When did this happen? How? Why?’

Cybil burst out laughing. ‘I used to look and dress this way but I got tired so I changed it with the geek look I had the first time we met.’ She lied. ‘And now-’

‘Let me guess, you also got tired so you decided to change it again?’ she said matter-of-fact. The two lovely young ladies stared each other then suddenly burst out laughing.

‘You girls having a good time?’ someone asked behind their back.

Cybil turned and found herself staring with a pair of beautiful grey eyes. She noticed the guy was looking tenderly at Dr. Killian.

He moved closer to Dr. Killian and slipped a possessive hand around the surgeon’s waist and pulled her closer to him.

‘A little.’ The surgeon said smilingly sweetly at the guy. ‘Oh by the way, Krizia this is my,’ she looked tenderly at the guy. ‘fiancé Klive Emil Thompson. Klive this is Cybil Krizia Wilson my scrub nurse and the Red Cross representative the one I told you before.’

Klive looked at Cybil. ‘Oh yeah I remember.’ He smiled at her then extended his hand. ‘It’s so nice to meet you.’

Cybil took his hand then smiled. ‘Same here, Mr. Thompson.’ she said formally. She studied the two couples in front of her and can’t help to smile. In Cy’s point of view the two were perfectly matched. They both looked happily in love with each other and they both looked contended having each other. Wow! I guess there’s still such thing as that, she thought meaningfully. ‘Dr. T-’

‘Ms. Killian, Mr. Thompson,’ Clarisse interrupted. ‘A lot of people were looking for you guys.’

‘We were talking with Ms. Krizia here.’ It was Dr. Killian.

Carisse’s head snapped immediately at Cy’s direction. She studied Cybil thoroughly. She cleaned up good, she thought silently. ‘It’s a waste of your time to talk with this uneducated bitch.’

Cybil’s mouth flew open. Uneducated b-bitch… she repeated silently. You’re the bitch. She thought as she moved towards Clarisse to attack her. But a strong hand gripped his arm making her stopped walking. She looked at the owner of the hand, it was BJ. Her anger doubled seeing the jerk.

Dr. Killian giggled helplessly. ‘I’m sorry but- an uneducated bitch?!’ she said still laughing. ‘Krizia, an uneducated bitch?!’ she cleared her throat and was trying so hard to compose herself. ‘I’m sorry Ms. Hamilton, I don’t mean to offend you but Krizia is not uneducated nor a bitch.’

‘Dr- I mean Ms. Killian, please…’ she said pleading. ‘Don’t.’

She shook her head. ‘No!’ she then shifted her gaze to Clarisse. ‘I guess you two had poor introductions with each other. Well, Ms. Hamilton, this is Krizia Wilson, FINISHED with flying colors in her degree in Bachelor of Science in Nursing last year at the age of 17, she’s in for her Master’s Degree and was now majoring Perioperative Nursing and is currently the Red Cross youth representative for more than a year now.’ Dr. Killian said proudly.

Clarisse was shock and her jaw literally opened upon the surgeon’s revelation.

Cybil looked down and winced. She was not used to carrying her own chair and bragged her achievements to everyone nor wasn’t she expecting Ticiatriz would do such thing. ‘It’s weird how you know almost everything about me.’ She said after recovering her embarrassment. ‘A-At least my educational background…’

Ticiatriz chuckled and then said. ‘Let’s go. I want you to introduce with someone.’ She said totally ignoring Clarisse’s presence.

‘You’ve finished college at the age of 17?’ BJ asked. They were in his car. He looked at the review mirror. Cybil was sitting in backseat. 'Amazing!'

She removed her shoes and then stretched her legs on the chair. She snorted. ‘I was turning 18 three months after my graduation.’ She said simply. ‘Ouch…’ she said and then gently massaged her feet.

'How many time you've accelerated?'

'Five times...' she said while massaging her feet.

‘Whoa!' he said in amazement. 'You also graduated with flying colors?’

She snorted. ‘It does matter anyway. The important part was that I graduated.’ She said while combing her hair with her fingers. ‘Can you please pass my purse it’s at the passenger seat.’

Red light, BJ stopped the car and reached for her purse. ‘C’mon tell!’ he was just plain curious. ‘I’ll not hand over your purse if you don’t tell me.’

She rolled her eyes. ‘You’re acting like a child!’ she said. ‘Just give me my purse.’ She snatched her purse from BJ’s hand.

‘Oh C’mon! Just tell me.’ He sighed. ‘At least I know something about you, as my girlfriend. I find it weird that I barely recognize my own girlfriend. How she was when she was little, how she react with different things in a different situations… things like that. If I haven’t seen your picture in your wallet, I really don’t know how you looked like years ago.’

‘It’s because I’m not your girlfriend, remember?’ she said simply without looking at him. Then suddenly his words penetrated her brain. ‘You took my picture?!’ No wonder this guy suddenly insisted to change my hair color, she thought.

He smiled. ‘Come on tell me… if it’s not that a big deal, then tell me!’ he though of something. ‘I’ve heard that your so smart, so that means you graduated as a cum laude in your class? Am I right?’ When he wanted something, he’ll never stop until he had it, that was BJ’s principle. It was more on, what BJ wants, BJ gets. ‘Cybil! Just spill it out already! Were you a cum laude of your class?’

She shook her head. This guy could be persistent… and annoying at times, she thought. She sighed. ‘Summa…’ she said then she took her inhaler from her purse and took her medication. After taking her meds, she returned the tube and there she noticed BJ were staring at her from the review mirror. ‘Brent it’s green.’ She said referring to the traffic light. He didn’t move. ‘Brent!’

‘Yeah… sorry. ’ he started the car’s pace. ‘Cybil I’m just wondering. If you’re the Summa Cum Laude in your class, why you still work at the RC?’

‘What’s wrong with me volunteering at the RC?’ she said. ‘Besides have I told you not to ask me personal questions?’

‘It’s not my fault you answered it.’ he whispered.

‘Good morning Cybil.’ BJ greeted her the next day after she said a sleepy ‘hello’.

‘What now?’ she murmured.

‘Being my personal assistant slash my servant official starts as of… this moment. So wwwwwwwwaaaaaaakkkkkkkkeeeeeee uuuuuuuupppppppp….’ He shouted through the next line.

Involuntarily Cybil removed her phone from her ears. ‘Will you give me a break?!’ she said shouting.

‘Wake up! Wake up! Wake up! Wake up! There are a lot of things to do! WWAAKKEE UUPP!!’

‘Okay… okay… Jeez you’re worse than the twins.’

Later that day they arrived in a mansion. She pushed her glasses up. No matter how BJ argued her, she still wearing her glasses instead of her contacts. Contacts were making my eyes dry, she protested when BJ point it out. ‘Wait, this is your house?’ she asked. ‘You got to be kidding me! I’m going to clean that huge place, all ALONE?!’

‘Of course! What you expect me to do, help you out?’ he said sarcastically.

‘Hmmm… now that you mentioned it-’

‘No way!’ he protested immediately. ‘Cleaning the house is girls stuff so count me out.’

‘Well excuse me, Mr. Reynolds.’ She said sarcastically. ‘You’ve made those messes so you better help me out or else…’ she raised her right fist.

BJ knew pretty well what she meant by that gesture. ‘Fine then.’ He said and walked towards the front door of his house.

Cybil smiled. She sure knew how to make him follow her orders and to that she deserved a pat on her shoulder. The spoiled jerk was afraid of her fist!

Not long that Cybil started cleaning his living room, BJ suddenly materialized in front of her. He was a bit tensed for something. ‘You can leave now.’

‘What?! But I’m not yet done cleaning your house, in fact I’m not done cleaning your living room.’

‘I don’t care, just leave.’ He said. he hold her arm and forced her to stand up. After succeeding doing so, he then dragged her towards his back door. ‘Use this door then sneak out slowly towards the gate.’ He sighed. That is a bit harsh, he thought. ‘Forget it, just wait at the back door SILENTLY and you can resume cleaning the house right after she left.’

‘Hey wait. What’s going on?’ his gripped tightens when she tried to pull his hand. ‘Let go of me you jerk!’

‘Shut up!’ he looked towards his front door. ‘Clarisse will be arriving in five minutes and she hate to see girls hanging around my place. Please…’ he said in a pleading voice ‘If you don’t want to ruin everything, just do what I say.’

‘Fine…’ she said. Clarisse is so special to him. I can’t blame the guy, she though. She slowly walked towards the door.

‘BJ?’ a faint voice called from the front door.

‘Shit! She’s here. Hurry up!’ he dragged her towards the back door. He opened the door for her.

‘BJ? Where are you?’

‘Wait a sec Clarisse. I’ll be there.’ He shouted and accidentally he pushed Cybil to the grounds. ‘Wait here quietly.’ He said then he ran towards his front door to greet Clarisse.

Cybil silently moaned as she felt some pain. She almost kissed the ground but she managed to use her elbows as her shield. She slowly sat on the ground and inspected her elbows. ‘Brent you’re such a jerk!’ she said as she saw her right elbow was bleeding. She touched her glasses up then stood up and tried to fixed herself.

A loud lighting strike making her flinched and shouted in her surprise. She looked up at the sky. ‘This isn’t good…’ she said as she saw dark thick clouds were forming in the sky. The air became suddenly cold. ‘Oh shoot! I left my coat inside.’ She inspected her pocket, hoping that she had carried her wallet with her but she didn’t. ‘How can I go home? This is my worst day ever!’

Cybil heard a car’s beep at her back. She whirled around and found the green eyed driver shouting her murderous look. ‘Get out of the street!’ he shouted.

It was then that Cybil realized she was walking in the middle of the street. It was starting to rain. ‘I’m sorry, Van.’ She said and immediately went to the safe side of the road.

Van pulled over. ‘How did you know my name?’

‘Duh! You’re the best blocker in the tournament and you played for the most famous school here in town, how on earth will I NOT know you?’ she said trying to give him time to guess who she was. But Van didn’t show any signs of recognition. ‘Seriously Van, it’s me.’

It took him a little bit longer to finally recognize her. ‘CYBIL?! Is that you?’ she only nodded at him. he studied her for a moment. ‘What are you doing here? What happen? Why are you soaking wet? And why are you wondering the street alone at this weather?’

‘Ask the Jerk who live a few blocks from here.’ She said furiously. She shivered from the cold air she felt. Her lips were pale and her shirt and pants was totally soaked. After the rain started to pour, she decided to walk towards their house. It wasn’t a good plan but that was all she could think of.

Van hurriedly got off his car, put his coat around her shoulders and he opened the passenger’s door for her. ‘You’re going to get sick!’ he said while touching her elbow.

She immediately flinched and withdraw her elbow. ‘Ouch…’

Van looked at her elbow and frowned. ‘What happen?’

‘Ask your BEST FRIEND…’ she said and then she climbed inside his car. She than face him and put her hand to his cheek. ‘Thank you so much Van. This means a lot to me and if you need anything I’ll be glad to help you too.’ She said smiling at him.

He touched her hand that was on his cheek and he slightly turned his head towards it. He lightly kissed her hand then smiled at her. ‘I’m not like BJ.’ He said. ‘But since a beautiful lady offered me help, what about a date? If…that’s okay with you.’ He looked down. ‘I mean… you can decline if you don’t like to. I-I not forcing you to come with me... it’s just that… it’s nice if you’ll come but if your busy-’

‘Van,’ she interrupted. ‘I’ll go out with you.’

He looked up. Happiness was written all over his face. ‘Are you sure? I-I mean-’

‘I’m sure…’

BJ saw everything. He was standing not far from Van’s car. He ran after Cybil the moment Clarisse bid him goodbye and he found out that Cybil left. He was worried about her after the rain poured. She didn’t have her coat with her and so was her wallet. But the scene he saw awhile ago made his blood boiled and forget about his worries. He never felt so betrayed and cheated in his whole life. To think it was his best friend who caused it and his so called girlfriend. It was the first time he ever felt those feelings that he had no idea how to handle it…
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I'm so sorry for the delay., these past weeks, I have to make my research and I can't write because I can't concentrate well..,, my research topics kept on popping inside my head every time I tried to write..,, so sorry...

Please...please...please leave your comments., your comments are the only reason I keep posting new chapters., I really don't know why you like my story but still thank you..,, I'm really looking froward for your comments..,, I guess I've talked a lot so I'll better shut up now...hahahahahahaha..,,It's been quite a while..,,enjoy reading and hope you like this chapter., I guess it's my longest one yet..,,hahahahahaha....