Wicked (I Know I'm Bad Sequel)

Wicked: The Truth Will Set You Free... Not.

       Just so everyone knows! #TeamDamonClyde is on the lead! Well, I guess this chapter might make you guys change your mind. 

      14 - Team Damon Clyde 

      6 - Team Adam Reade

      0 - Team Darren Cavanaugh

      0 - Team Dennis Letterman

      1 (Me) - Team Really, Really Haute Bartender

       And the ship names make me roll! They're hilarious. None of my characters could be named together so well! If somebody here could think of a decent ship name, you're gonna win a special prize! :) 

   Same rules, comment and tweet your votes! Follow the format #WickedIChooseTeam(YourVote) and then mention me: @IamThyBoss Just a little experiment. I wish to see this trending in the future but eh well... just a dream. :)

      Enjoy! Chapter dedicated to Licherzz! I loved your comment from the ninth chapter! Amazing observation!

      x Princess

      Chapter Ten: The Truth Will Set Your Free... Not.

      Handsome my ass. He wasn’t handsome. He was perfect. His eyes were so blue it made the sea water here in Boracay dull and boring. His smile had that adorable effect… I wonder how he looked like smirking.

      I was one lucky bitch.

      And I do hope he was some pedophile who preys and takes advantage of innocent sweet girls like me.

      Wait! What was I thinking? Seriously? Get a hold of yourself Louise!

      “Good evening.” He said, smiling as he strode gracefully to me. I was going to stand up when he stopped me. “Oh no, please stay seated.”

      I slowly dropped back to my seat, doing a mental check if my mouth was hanging open or not.

      Oddly enough, he didn't sit on the chair across me. Instead, he walked right to me and stretched his hand out. 

      “Darren Cavanaugh.” He said, smirking. Oh, he smirks better. Wait, why did he just smirk? Was I gawking? I quickly shut my mouth.

      I offered my hand and he planted a light kiss on it. Suddenly, I found myself saying, “I-I know. I mean… I've heard.”

      “I see you’ve done a little homework.” He muttered, giving undeniable emphasis at the word homework. “Anyway, I apologize for being late. But I won’t be long either.”

      “Huh?” I asked, and I found myself gawking again at his eyes. When his words finally sunk in, my face instantly pulled on a probably ugly frown. “What? Why?”

      He smiled. “Enjoy your dinner, Ms. Allen.”

    He did it again! Another emphasis, at my surname! And he ignored my question. What was up?

      My frown grew deeper. “What do you mean?”

    “I’m just the bidder.” He said with a playful smile playing on his lips. “The uh… messenger.”

      I shook my head faintly. “I don’t understand.”

      “It was nice meeting you, Ms. Allen.” He said, stepping closer to me and giving me a peck on my cheeks. “Till we meet again… and I do hope soon.”