She Accepted Divorce, He Panicked

Scarlett's POV

In his sorrowful gaze, I shake my head subconsciously. But I can't utter the word "no". It's hard to lie, especially when the lie won't trick anyone. Not me, nor him. With a bitter smile, he lets go of my waist slowly.

He was the one who pushed me away. He wanted it so badly, and finally, when I did it, he was also the one giving me this sorrowful look, making me feel guilty as hell. "Action!"

Just at the moment where I'm dying of awkwardness, James Deep shouts. I quickly turn to the scene, and Sebastian walks up to my side.

Samuel and Aria -- Sebastian and Ava -- talk in the hallway just like how they used to in my memory. Except this time, she isn't the one stealing such a moment from a dark, jealous sister, but the actual girl who was saved--

Samuel walks in with his football pals in laughter and talks, his eyes bright and his smile clean. When he passes Aria, she lowers her head and dodges his eyes. He stops, staring at her with a curious look.

"Do I know you?" Aria finally asks, her face blushing a little. Amilia gives him a polite smile, but her sparkling eyes shout out her secret -- she just ran into her long-time crush on the first day of high school, a senior hot guy who is still in his football outfit. She paints the genuine girl with a non-harmful secret well.

"I don't know, you tell me," Samuel lands his long arm on the top of the locker, bending a little to look at the girl on the same level, his eyes clean with a shred of curiosity, "Do you have a yellow princess dress whose strip is broken?"

"I'm sorry," He laughs at himself right after the blunt question, "What an odd question to ask. You just...reminded me of some ancient memory is all."

"It is an odd question alright," Aria smiles at him, leaving with her books, "and yes, I do have one!"Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

"What?" Samuel mumbles but she is already far. He cocks an eyebrow, staring in the direction where she left, his pals nudging him with mocking laughs but he doesn't care.

Hiding on the other side of the locker is the mean sister. Instead of a vicious face, she looks more sad and pitiful as her eyes dart between Samuel and Aria. But no one notices her.

The scene ends.

"How do you like the scene?" James Deep comes and asks me. I open my mouth to no words. I can't object to anything. The scene is perfect, including the little Scar. That was exactly what it was like. "Were you there?" Sebastian suddenly asks.

I was. Except it wasn't his reunion

with Ava first day in high school, it was him and me. And our reunion didn't end up with me telling him about the dress, but Ava telling him that was the mean sister she had tote him about.

And he looked at me with despise in the following years to come.

"I'd expect you to remember the moment when you started hating someone," I put on a harmless smile, mocking. I don't know why it still hurts, but I certainly won't let him know anymore. "What? No, I meant the dress," Sebastian grabs my wrist in haste, his tone anxious as his eyes search for the truth in mine frantically, "How did you know about Ava's dress?!" Shit! I forgot. That's a secret that only he and Ava should know about.

The little yellow dress with a strip broken. That was the dress I was wearing when he saved me. It was Ava's dress. She "gave" that to me pretending to be a good sister. That was the first and only day when she acted like a real sister to me, only to trick me into trusting her and entering the woods with her friend.

I think she really wanted to lose me that time. Because that was also the first and only time where Jack Fuller punished her for real. She didn't

know he kept me around for her net

back then, and she burst into tears with her broken yellow dress.-- the evidence I provided of her crime.

That was when Sebastian came to the house.

She was scolded for "helping me", and I was grounded for a month for "getting your family worried".

"Were you the girl who I--" Sebastian narrows his eyes, seemingly shocked at his own suspicion.

"Ava told me about it," I blurt, dodging his eyes. "Did she not tell you? She showed me the video of you proposing to her."