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Who You Truly Are
I hesitated before taking a step to the room where my boyfriend and an irritated Mr. Sweet sat. I nudged my head into the small crack where the two were talking. Eddie's face looked saddened, and he seemed to not be his smug self. I scrunched my eyebrows together in bewilderment.
"I… I still don't want people to know who I am." The American said with a hushed voice.
"Edward, people will find out who you are sooner or later. You cannot change your mother. I think it is best to tell."
"No! Not after what happened with Mara! You know she is innocent!" Eddie seemed to almost spell out the last sentence.
"I know, but there was nothing I could do. Your mother had reliable- well, not exactly- information. Victor would have not been pleased."
My heart skipped beats and had a rickety pulse to it.
. . . . . .
My boyfriend's mom is Vera.
Vera.
Vera.
Vera.
The little witch that got my best friend expelled. And she was fibbing!
I took in a gasp, a slight shock took over me. Things take longer to kick in for me. (A/N: It's true!) Like, when I started going out with my pathetic boyfriend, I woke up in the middle of the night and the same thing happened.
"I know." Eddie sighed, and turned to walk out of the office. I didn't move, I was too stunned.
His eyes slowly drifted towards the door, and met contact with mine.
"Patricia, I-"
"No. No. Don't you even start you low, sickening, fucking arse!" I hollered the last word. I shook my red locks, and was about to sprint until he clutched my forearm.
"I cannot help it. She is my mom. Did you get to pick your parents?" Eddie saw my eyes flicker with emotion before letting my wrists go.
My heels clicked against the tile floor while I made my way to Mr. Sweet's desk, and I slammed my two hands on it.
"Look. My best friend is innocent, and will probably be in torment for the rest of her life by you liar. Now you better let Mara back in this school, or I will personally share these moments with the school, getting you and Vera fired. If you want to expel me? I can play this conversation to the word. How? By this little magical device. Have you heard of it? Or were you too busy square dancing?" I teased, and squinted while pulling out Mara's tape recorder out of my pocket.
His eyes went wide, before picking up the phone to make some calls. I smirked, and spun on my heel before heading out the office.
Eddie seized my wrist once more, looking at me with kind eyes. I bit my lip and tilted my head up, ready to hear what he had to say.
Instead, he placed his hand on my cheek, and whispered.
"I love you, Patricia. I don't care if your dad was Obama and your mom was Kim Kardashian. Please…" His glowing face made me have knowledge for the rest of the conversation.
I responded, "I love you too, for who you truly are."
We come to love not by finding a perfect person, but by seeing an imperfect person perfectly.