The Vows Of Vengeance

Isabel Morgan

"Ring, ring, ring."

"Shut up!" With my eyes still shut, I mumbled.

"Ring, ring, ring."

I smacked the alarm once again to turn it off, but it continued to sound. I put a pillow over my ears to block out the noise. However, it continued to ring.

I glared at the alarm clock while sitting upright on the bed.

Delaney entered my room as the door abruptly opened. She gave me a startled expression, obviously surprised that I was awake and not expecting her to yell at me.

"Good Morning." I continued to welcome in an irate manner.

Shaking her head, she just remarked, "Get ready, we're late."

With a nod, I rose from the bed and headed for the bathroom. For college, I dressed up. I hurried downstairs for breakfast after giving myself one last look in the mirror.

"I'm late." Picking up a sandwich, I said.

I was given another one by Margot, who said, "Take another one as well."

After accepting it, I shoved half of the sandwich into my mouth. As I was walking to the 8 am session, I called my mother.

"Morning, Mum," I said Hello.

"Good Morning, are you ready?"

"I'm late."

"It's 8 am already."

"I know."

"Since you are already late, why not video call me?"

"No." She changed the call to a video call before I could end it. I grabbed it. "Hey, Mum."

"There you are."

"You've seen me now, can I go?" She yelled just as I was ready to end the call.

"Wait!"

I motioned for Margot, Abby, and Delaney to proceed while remaining motionless in my spot. "Yep."

"I have been noticing a thing for a few days now."

"What?" Not understanding what she meant by saying, I questioned. I walked slowly at first.

"You are dressing up too much these days... for college."

"No, I am not."

"You are."

"I am not."

"You are."

"Are we really fighting over this?" She is correct, so this time I gave up. For college, I'm dressed up too much. I overthink things before getting ready for college. These days, I am more aware of who I am.

"Is it for him?" I was surprised by that.

"Mumma!"

She grinned. "It is him."

I bit my lip and said nothing.

She merely gave him a headshake. "If he really would've liked you, he'll like you the way you are naturally... You don't have to change yourself for him."

"Mumma, that's simply a saying. Everyone desires a beautiful woman.

It's accurate. Really, it's just a saying: "Be yourself, and he'll love you for who you are." When someone dresses up and looks good, everyone is drawn to them.

"Then that's not love."

"Mumma, I don't love him. It is really a matter of liking. I'll miss the class if I don't go now." "Nearly running," I said.

However, he also doesn't like my dressing up. He's simply so challenging. He doesn't respond appropriately to my texts, and I'm afraid to say "hello" in person for fear that he won't respond or that things would get awkward. My conversations with him have been awkward. Incredibly embarrassing. 'See, I found you' is what the monkey reel I sent him says.

It's embarrassing, I realize. I am aware.

That's why I haven't gotten married yet.

The guys who show interest in me are simply my friends, and I desire the one who doesn't care about me.

Horribly unhappy.

I was panting severely from all the running when I finally made it into the classroom. The entire class turned away from the teacher to stare at me.

What I detest the most is this. And as if I were Miss World, they simply won't take their eyes off me. I don't desire a lot of attention.

I like him because of this. He simply glances at the newcomer out of the corner of his eye before turning back to face the instructor.

"May I come in?" I questioned the instructor.

"Please take your seat," he nodded.

I went inside.

He sat as usual, looking directly at the teacher's lesson.

When I eventually found my companions, I was searching the area for them. As I approached them, the teacher said, "Ms. Morgan, please take the fourth bench."

No. Sh*t.

I was standing next to the fourth bench when I glanced over my shoulder.

I've passed away.

I've passed away.

He sat on the fourth bench. In addition to usually taking the fourth bench, he was the first person to arrive in class.

I must now sit next to him.

Once, after glancing at me, he stepped aside to give me a seat. I glanced in the direction of my insane buddies, the three of them seated. As they observed my situation, they were laughing.

'You're dead,' I told them, and sat down next to him.

I sat there fiddling with my fingers, feeling anxious. My heart was pounding so hard that I thought it might burst at any second.

He.

Briggs, Sebastian.

My crush.

He was just a regular man when I first met him at the start of my fourth semester, but as time went on, my feelings for him grew. Since he is so uninterested in me, I have made numerous attempts to stop this emotion, yet it persists.

I can't concentrate on my work. I can't perform anything correctly. I can't get him out of my head. I can't help it, even if I detest it.

He's the man I've always desired. I find his mannerisms attractive. He's quiet.

I can't even begin to describe the thrill I get when he responds to my text.

I'd like to be friends with him, but I can't. He's not the type of guy who would remember you, text you first, or value having you in his life otherwise. I felt like I was annoying him every time I texted him. As a result, I stopped contacting him, yet he never leaves my thoughts. Little things remind me of him.

And I am aware that he despises me.

Despite repeatedly contacting me, I am positive he hasn't even saved my number on his phone.

Everyone claims he doesn't hate me, but I know he does, even though Abby claims he doesn't.

Why am I feeling so cold all of a sudden?

Well, well... Take a look at this person.

Butterflies, meet your stomach.

I prayed for these strange sensations to end as I closed my eyes. This is not how I want to feel.

My heart is pounding wildly. My hands feel freezing despite being hot from all this stress.

I grabbed my phone because I couldn't take it any longer. Additionally, our group had a ton of texts.

Not surprisingly.

Abby: There's love in the air.

Margot: La la la

Del: La la la

She even failed to remember us.