Chapter 33: Chapter 33

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Xyna

It's been 1 month since Agatha left.

When she left, Dwyne was always with me. By my side. By that we became closer.

And I'm also starting to feel this weird feelings! Every time I see him I get stunned and my heart seems like very happy. And eery time he smiles, my heart's pounding like crazy. And until I go to sleep he is still on my mind. Like what the heck is happening with me?

This happens everyday, every time he's with me. And it's really a bad thing. Yeah, a really bad thing. I don't want this unfamiliar. I know what and where it will go. I don't want that to happen!

We are here in the kitchen—to bake. We just thought of doing it because we both don't know how to bake, so we still even need to watch Youtube just to know how to do it.

We now put the mixed ingredients in the baking pan and put in the oven.

Our goal was to make a medium size chocolate cake.

“Xy!” Dwyne called me so I looked at him.

When I looked at him, he suddenly touched my cheek with his hand filled with flour. What the — this man!

“Argh! DWYNE!” he ran away while laughing—a victory laugh, grr.

I brought a bag of flour and chased him.

I throw him a bunch of flours, but he always avoided it. So I thought of a plan onwhat ways I can revenge on him.

'Aha! I know how!'

I'm good at acting, Dwyne. Sorry not sorry but I'm going to use it to you, since you made fun of me first.

I pretend to hit my feet and fell on the floor. “Ouch!” I screamed pretending to be hurt.

I sat down carefully on the floor and seemed to be holding my foot while whimpering.

Success! He approached me.

“Xy! Are you okay?” he asked me with a worried expression. Wait, he's worried about me?!

Suddenly my heart beats fast. My gosh! Here we go again. If only can I shut this feeling out me, easily. I might to do it now.

Why is this happening to me?

“Xy? Are you okay?” he asked me again that brings me back to reality.

“A-I'm fine.” I said and stood up. He suddenly grinned and suddenly threw the flour at me causing me to cough and rub my eyes because the flour still got into it.

“You, Dwyne! Get ready for me!” I screamed fuming with anger. This man, really is...argh! Now because I'm feeling this weird feeling on him I will just let him do whatever he want to do!

I went to the kitchen and picked up the butcher knife, knife, and forks. No it's not like that, I will just use it to scare him.

I left the kitchen frowning. He was giving me a mocking look when I entered the salas again, I grinned evilly and show what I'm holding. His eyes widened and suddenly become pale and sweaty.

“W-What's that, Xy? T-That's not a good j-joke, put it down.” he said, looking very afraid. Ha! He's actually a coward one, huh? And does he really think I'm going to use it on him? What am I, a murderer?

I threw the fork at him, but I had no intention of aiming it on him. In case that I accidentally aimed it, I know he would be able to avoid it.

“I-I'm sorry, Xy! I-I just want to t-tease you” he said, still looking afraid?

“It's not funny!” I said and glared at him.

“I'm sorry! Forgive me, please, huhu” but I did not listen to him and chased him until I caught up with him. I pinched his ear hardly.

“Ah, ah! Ouch! Xy! It hurts! Take it off!” I just ignored what he said.

“Just wait, I will just get even” I went to where the flour was, while still holding his ear, he complaint. I want to laugh at him, because his face was so epic, hahaha.

When I got the bag of flour I took a lot of flour and threw it in his face.

Reason for him to cough too and rub her eyes. I let go of his ear.

“You're really mean to me, Xy!” I just raised an eyebrow at him. “Ha! You started it—!”

We stopped when we smelled something like burning.

Dwyne and I looked at each other.

'Wait. Don't tell me ... '

“The cake!” Dwyne and I said in unison? We immediately ran to the kitchen and turned off the oven and then took out the cake inside.

“Oh, It's really burned”

“It's your fault! Of you didn't just think of stupid things and made fun of me, this wouldn't happened!” I pretend to blame him.

“Why me? If you didn't chase me to get even, this wouldn't happen to!” he defended.

“What the—” to my annoyance I suddenly threw an egg at his head. Laughing, I ran to my room to take a shower.

Before I entered, I looked at Dwyne's wrinkled face.

“By the way, just take a bath at the bathroom in the kitchen! While your clothes, I don't have extras for boys! So you'll wear that until you got home!” I said and entered my room.

I immediately turned to C.R while still smiling like crazy. I took off my dirty clothes, and turned on the shower.

I was still humming while taking a bath...still smiling.

But I stopped and suddenly thought of something.

I'm not like this! I don't laugh that much. I didn't feel this kind of...happiness. Overwhelming happiness just like because I did some naughty things. Argh! You look stupid, Xyna. You're like a child! Why did you...do that! I'm ashamed of myself. W-What if...No. Stop thinking too much Xyna, you're just being paranoid. But wait...

This just like me, the one I used to be— the happy-go-lucky stupid me. This feeling...It's slowly coming back.

Why? Why did it happened! Didn't I lock myself in the deepest part of my heart? I can't even remember how I felt back them. Why am I so happy, why even if there is nothing to be happy about, I am happy. Like today, why am I happy? There's nothing to be happy about because Dwyne just sprinkled me with flour, I should be even angry at him. But, why is that? I really don’t understand.

I suddenly remembered a month of being together every day. We ate breakfast and lunch together, we also went to the gym and jogged together sometimes.

Then I feel like I'm too expressive! My expressions used to be a frown and a poker face. It's just that I always felt hollow and empty all that time. But, why do I felt mixed emotions every time I was with him? Sometimes just one please from him, and I agree. Just like earlier, I didn't agree for us to bake at first because it was boring, but with just one please, I agreed! What a shame!

How do I suddenly getting back to where I used to be? As I said before I can no longer make such expressions other than a frown or a poker face. Except when it's necessary in actings. But, that's a different thing!

Let’s compare my past self to a prisoner who is incarcerated, I can’t get out or be free if I don’t have the key. And since I don't have the key, how would I—?

An idea popped on my mind. What if, the key is not a material thing? But a living thing?

I-Is it possible that ...

...Dwyne is the key?

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