So, it turns out that making a scene and stealing the daughters of a priest makes you famous. All the kids, especially the few dudes in the school, looked at me with a kind of reverence.

  On top of that, both Kylie and Robin became super weird since that day. Being entirely new to love, I could not make heads or tails of their actions. But what I what the extra attention did make me happy.

  Looking back, if things had been different, maybe I would have settled there, followed in my Pop’s footsteps, become the captain of the guard, and started a family with the two.

  But fate had a different in mind for the young me, and it all started from the attention I received from the little bitch.

  One day, I was waiting outside the mansion in my usual routine. I was expecting the usual haughty attitude and the occasional command to get me to do something.

  Nothing this time. All I got was a side eye before she jogged past me.

  “Wait!” I had been so confused with her behaviour that I stood around longer than I should have, allowing her to move a considerable distance to the school.

  I booked it after her; one of my abilities activated, and I was beside her. She, for her part, was studiously looking forward with not a single gnce my way.

  But, given she was not being a bitch I just tagged along behind her like usual.

  Things got much weirder from then on. On the one hand, she lost her prickliness and now avoided me whenever she could. She also became a lot less haughty, and people started actually approaching her.

  She also started dressing nicer, which obviously caught everyone's attention.

  Then there was me, who was still adjusting to the attention of two girls who showed more and more affection each passing day. As someone who only got the thing from my parents, I was addicted to the happy feeling it gave me.

  I trained harder when they were involved and tried to show off as much as possible. I even managed to beat my Pop once. Granted, it was a fortunate hit, and he was daydreaming about the maid more than usual. Granted, I instantly got swept the match after, but he had to get serious, which was all I cared about.

  On that front, my Pop was still unable to wrangle the maid, which was surprising given that the longest it took him to woo a woman was a month at most. Even my mom fell for his charms after all.

  About a year passed, and I became fourteen. I could now beat my Pop in about one out of four matches.

  Kylie and Robin have become a part of my daily life, and I am ashamed to admit it, but as a teenager, they riled me up once or twice.

  They were transitioning from girls into women, and the developing parts drew my eye.

  I almost did something terrible, but the act made me think about their past, so I took my problems to my Pop and mom.

  It was the day I learned about birds and bees, and I felt a boiling hatred for the priest. But he had left our vilge so that anger went into training and trying to control my stupid feelings.

  The person I went to confide in about the whole thing was Charlotte. The bitch with the haughty attitude.

  The biggest shock of my life was how mellowed Charlotte became over time, especially to me.

  I became curious about why she became increasingly approachable. My anger toward her died over time, even more so when Kylie and Robin started approaching her.

  “Okay, what gives.” I blurted out one day as we were coming back from school.

  Our house was in the opposite direction, and there were always chores to do around the house, so Kylie and Robin never joined us.

  She turned to me with a tilt to her head.

  “What do you mean?”

  With no venom in her tone, her words and expression were so unbearably attractive that I had to sp myself to remember who I was talking to.

  “Why did you sp yourself?!”

  She said, looking visibly distressed at my sudden action.

  “Dont worry about it. Instead, tell me why are you being nice?”

  I asked determined to get to the bottom of her change.

  Her eyes narrowed, then widened as understanding came upon them as she gave me a sly grin. There was also something behind that grin that made me feel sad but I did not know why at the time.

  “Curious?”

  “Duh.” I answered with my hands.

  “Not telling.”

  She answered before moving forward with a skip.“Hey! Why not!” I answered stunned behind her.

  She turned with hands on her hips.

  “Because, we don’t really know each other.” She answered with a grin.

  The retort I had ready died in my throat.

  It was true, despite knowing each other for close to a year at that point I did not even bother to get her name.

  “Fine. What is your name?”

  This made her confused.

  “What? Why do you want my name?” She asked.

  “Your right, I don’t know a thing about you so lets start. What is your name? Mine is Simon.”

  I answered with my arms crossed.

  Her eyes narrowed.

  “You work for me, right?” She asked quizzically.

  “Yeah?” I answered, knowing what she was about to say.

  “Then why don’t you know my name?” She asked, eyes still narrowed and now full of accusation.

  “It was not important to my job, so I never bothered. Besides, you were very mean.”

  I answered with a blush.

  “Good point.” She answered with an understanding nod.

  “Charlotte. My name is Charlotte.”

  “Well, miss Charlotte. Do you want to be friends?”

  I asked.

  She smiled at me, one I don't think I could ever forget.

  “Sure.”

  Her answer was quick, and she hopped back next to me.

  “Well, friend, let us go home.”

  “Yeah, let's go home.”

  So it started, the friendship between the outcast and the enigma.