Prolouge

Prologue

"What's your name?" The interviewer asked as she stared at me, intensely.

"Abella Ricafort Casten." I answered immediately.

God, I never thought that I would do this. Am I out of my mind?

Why would I do this anyway? It's embarrassing! It's annoying me! It's so boring! I shouldn't have agreed to him. That- grr. I will sue him after I'm done with this shit.

I was back on my track when the interviewer asked... again. "What's your age?" She asked, now looking down and analyzing a paper. It's probably the list questions that she'll ask to me.

"18." I straightened up my sit, placing my both hands on my lap.

What's the point on doing these things? I mentally rolled my eyes when she asked a question again. How long this suffering would take? God! It's annoying me! This is killing me softly!

"What's school do you belong? What's your grade and section?"

Of course in our school, you damn woman. "Casten University, Gr. 12, Section B." I answered, bored and annoyed.

She cleared her throat, probably noticed that I'm shitty annoyed. "Please be patience, Miss Casten." A tone of impatient was evident in her voice.

I'm the one who should be impatience, woman. I think I'm not going to survive within 10 minutes of sitting here.

"Who are your parents?" She asked, now in more relaxed tone.

I mentally rolled my eyes. Just read my bio and let me get out of here. "Mr. and Mrs. Nickfort Casten." I answered dryly.

She cleared her throat once again. "And... what is their job?" Bitch do you really need to know that?

"Yes, Miss Casten. It's important." She said as if she read my mind.

Fuck, you can just check out my student record rather than wasting my time."My Dad is a business tycoon and a school owner." I'm really fighting the urge to get up from my seat and give her a black eye.

"How many times you've got into detention?" She asked. And how many times you'll ask about my personal life, woman?

Is that really important? If yes, don't ask me. Ask the guidance counselor instead. It's not my duty to memorize how many detention I've got.

"I can't remember, but I've always got into detention 10 times a month." I mentally rolled my eyes, this is making me sick. And how much time I've already rolled my eyes mentally today? This is suffering, it's his entire fault.

I looked at her when she was about to open her mouth. Just so you know, I can kick you out in my school when you annoy me one last time. "This is the last question that I'll ask to you, Miss Casten." She said, informing me that I can go out in this hell soon.

But then, my little celebration was intruded by an annoying witch. "But it's going to be a hard one." That's it. I cannot handle this anymore. I cannot handle her shitty croaked voice! Her fucking evil presence! I cannot handle this hell anymore!

I was about to stand up and ditch this ask-me-to-annoy-me interview, when I heard her question that made me stay and completely shock.

"So this is all about how students have changed into becoming a better version of them. Do you mind sharing it to us? Who changed you? And how this special person changed you?"

Changed me? Did I really change?

And that thought hit me. Yes, I did change. Because of him, I wouldn't be like this, realized all my shits and become a better version of myself.

Did I?

Yes, I'm still moody and a swearing machine but I did improve myself.

I wouldn't mind sharing to them how we've met, how we pissed each other and most importantly, how he changed me and how we became like this.

It may not be romantic, cheesy, unique or exciting like what you've thought but our story was one of a hella rollercoaster ride.

"Sure." I smiled, genuinely and told them my story, our story.

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