[ALSO KNOWN AS "MATCH MADE IN HELL" ON WEBTOON ORIGINALS]
He's. . . hot, popular, and proud.
She's. . . plain, eccentric, and persistent.
There's nothing common between them except that they hate each other. Not good, right? But why is he determine...
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ღ Finding Cinderella- 20 ღ
-Tristan-
I hadn't slept much these past few days. Ever since the piggyback ride, my mind had been divided between Kylie and Cinderella. I couldn't keep calm because I was honestly not sure if I would be able to handle the gnawing truth about them that was slowly making its way to the surface.
Fingers snapped in my field of vision, and I blinked several times.
"Earth to Tristan. Earth to Tristan," Grey chanted at my side. His voice sounded so far away because I had my earphones on and punk music was playing.
Meanwhile, the rest of our group was scarfing down half of my lunch like flies, and I made a half attempt to swat their hands away. I remembered the time when I used to run off with Kylie's lunch and she'd get so mad she'd start stringing curse words together that made no sense. I wanted to smile at the memory, but it didn't work.
"What?" I grumbled as I felt a nudge from Justin.
"Dude, quit sulking."
"I'm not sulking. I'm thinking."
He let out a curt laugh, almost like a scoff. "Yeah, right. Anyway, wanna come with us this weekend—"
"Yeah, yeah," I cut him off so he wouldn't bother me anymore.
As I increased my phone's music volume, I was transported back to a deep part of my mind. And all I could see there were different versions of Kylie in different timelines. When she was fourteen, in her ripped jeans, and slanted baseball cap, smiling at me. Kylie in ninth grade, in an oversized jacket, her hair in braids, and she was humming Mario Kart Love Song while we were walking home together. Kylie in tenth grade, almost crying when for the first time she told me that she hated me. Then the present Kylie... in a white ball gown... no. No, no.
She couldn't possibly be the masked girl. It was absurd. I knew Kylie hated to doll herself up, let alone attend formal dances like the Valentine Ball. Aside from that, she was reckless and stubborn whereas Cinderella was shy and graceful.
Those two were complete opposites.
But then again, I felt they were the same person.
I wanted to give it all up, but I had to push through the uncertainty. Doing this one last thing might be worth a shot.
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