Scrapped 4.1: Teaching Others

Her father would always pat her on the back and give her motivational talks. Well, not really motivational talks, more like the 'advice' he learned from his father.

'If a girl says no, that means yes.'

She shook her head. She wouldn't stoop so low as to follow in her brother's footsteps. He listened to their father more than she did and grew up to be arrogant and sly. She laughed at the thought of him ever getting a girlfriend, seeing as the way he treated her and her sister, no one in her family thought that. Even her father, who praised him as his life and joy, wouldn't give him a glace when a girl her father was fond of came around, it was Clara.

'Clara, I'll tell you how to get a girlfriend.'

Honestly, when he first said that she was surprised. As she grew up, her sister fell out of her father's heart, specifically because before she went to the military she got a girlfriend.

Well, no one in her family liked her at that point.

Her mother and father would always say, 'That 'white crackhead' manipulated your sister!'

She believed that for a bit, but she slowly became numb to whatever her family said. Mainly because she had fallen for a 'white crackhead' too. A boy whose blond hair and green eyes shined in the sun. His triangle face held a smile every time she looked at him.

She smiled as she walked down to the ground floor. She missed him. She would always watch him from afar but she never had the courage to approach him. He was the one who approached her and became friends with her, and she fell for him more.

He was the light in her world. He was the person who made her want to wake up every day. He was the person who made her want to go to school. He was the person who made her stop cutting. He was the person who made her stop looking at her father's gun.

Did he think she was lesbian? Well, she wouldn't blame him, everyone thought she was. And she played into that. It was the closest she would ever get to having one over her brother, and she really didn't care who she dated, in the end, they were just humans, easily replaced and easily manipulated.

She was a bad person. She didn't deserve him. So no matter how much she loved him, no matter how much people told her he liked her too, she didn't want to confess. Why would someone so perfect, so beautiful, love her, a being who used others for her own benefit?

She didn't need family or friends now, she just needed herself. She played the arrogant boy for so long that she had it down to the tee.

"How much time do we have?"

[20 minutes.]

Well, it was enough time for her to win over that girl. She cracked her neck, ready to find this girl.

[You know you could just use your skill...]

"Ha! What's the fun in that?" She loved a good challenge and even then, her pride wouldn't allow her to use cheap tricks like magic. She needed to win this girl authentically, how else would she show her father how manly she was?

She noticed her blond hair swaying in the wind, and she smiled.

[Well, now aren't you the pedophile?]

"I have no sexual interest in the same sex. Besides, even if I did, I'm not going to be like my cousin and touch little children." She huffed, making her way to the girl, "I just need to get her phone number right? Then I'll stalk her for a few days, get on her good side, and then betray her."

[Seems like you know what to do.]

"Listen, when I was younger I would always stalk and take note of what my brothers and sisters did so I can be like them," She began making her way to the girl, "I think I know what I'm doing."

[Then, I'll leave you to it...I'll check in a week, okay?]

"Whatever." She smiled and grabbed a drink.

"Yeah, I should get home, my brother is calling me, ugh..." The girl moaned, and turned around, bumping into Clara as she walked up, "OH!"

The alcohol spilled onto her blazer and the glass fell out of her hands, shattering onto the floor. The girl stepped back before beginning to apologize, her eyes wide as she tried to scrub it off with the napkins on the tables.

The people around only moved away. This happened a lot, so no one really noticed the glass as the staff began cleaning it up.

"Are you okay?" She whispered, tilting her head, "You didn't get hurt, did you?"

"Oh no! I just...I'm sorry this must have been expensive!" She gazed at the blazer on the man. It was one of those blazers she'd seen in those stores she passed by in the mall. Once, she walked into the store and looked at the prices and realized many of the blazers and dresses had more than a 5-digit price tag.

On top of that, this blazer looked clean and silky soft. It was lined with a golden pattern and the buttons seemed to shine in the purple light.

She was afraid she'd be made to pay up, and she didn't have money. She heard about some girls becoming 'Toys' for the wealthy whenever they couldn't pay up a past debt, and she never thought it could happen to her. But it was just her luck that this man was behind her when she tried to run back to her house.

"I'm sorry, I don't have any money..." She muttered, looking around to try and find an escape. But no matter where she looked, she couldn't sneak into the crowd as everyone had moved away from them.

"Ha, what are you talking about?" The man chuckled and she gazed up. He had bright orange eyes and slicked-back brown hair. His face was sharp and feminine, but it held a sense of manliness. Suddenly, her heart thumped as she watched him smile, "You don't have to pay. It was an accident. It doesn't really matter."

"..." She was speechless. This club was full of rich folk and they were all arrogant. If any person addressed them like this, they'd get their life cut off, especially since this was the place many awakened and skilled hunters went to, "Oh no...I feel bad I-"

"Heh, it's okay, I know you didn't mean it." She felt his orange eyes on her and she looked away. He began whipping the alcohol off of his selves, "If you want, you could give me your number."

He smiled, his sunset eyes making her nervous.

"You look pretty cute, " He laughed. She turned beet red and puffed her checks, "Don't worry, you don't have to, I'm just joking."

He was about to turn around before she grabbed his white button-up.

"I'll give you my phone number." His brows lifted.

"You know I'm a stranger to you, right? Who knows, I could be a crazy stalker." He smiled, "You shouldn't give your phone number out."

"I...I want to give you mine." She mumbled, pulling her phone out.

"Ha," He pushed his hands through his hair, and she blushed. He looked so cool, "Sure, I'll bite."

He pulled out his phone, passing his phone to her and she blinked.

"Well? Put it in." She clicked on the messenger app, glancing through it and noticing he didn't have any other person added, and she smiled. Why was she smiling? She didn't know, she just was relieved he didn't have another girl in his phone. She tapped in her phone number and passed it back to him, he glanced at it and smiled.

"Your name is Lucy?" He chuckled, "You have a nice name. My name is Calvin, but you can call me anything you like."

He stuffed his phone in his pocket and slyly smiled.

"It was nice meeting you," He turned around, "I wish I could stay and talk longer but I have to leave, have a nice night."

He chuckled again, waving as he walked upstairs.

'...'

He was beautiful and so cool. He looked like he was rich, and on top of that, he seemed interested in her. All of the things she wanted in a man.

"Whoah..." She smiled, "I hope I'll see you too..."

To be honest, Clara didn't know what she was gonna do. She had 20 minutes, probably enough time to think and mull over a plan, but she didn't want to do that. She needed to be fast and do it well. So she winged it.

Luckily, Lucy was a girl who fell for a man easily, but that was the problem.

Clara's eyes furrowed.

She reminded her of someone. Someone she didn't want to remember. Someone who trusted someone they shouldn't have.

Oh, how they shouldn't have trusted him.

But now, she doesn't care.

So she wouldn't harm Lucy in that way. It would be best for both of them if she just stuck to stalking.

Clara gazed around. In her victory march she had walked up to the third floor, smiling and chuckling to herself. She barely even noticed that she was moving.

Shit. She always did this. Got all up and over her head, then slammed right into the ground.

"Damn...I need to get down to my car." She turned around, backtracking towards the stairway. However, before she could head toward the second floor, she spotted someone. A girl. Huddled up in the corner of one of the rooms, 'Crystal?'

"GET UP!" A man screamed, "I bought you! So YOU will follow what I say!"

She turned her head, watching through the crack of the door as the girl was thrown onto the sofa.

"STOP!" She screamed, her voice full of anger and-