Really now, Mere? xDD That's awesome, coming from you~

O.o Didn't see that coming, Pancake, thanks for the info; will fix. xD And I didn't know you were revengeful~ You a bad, bad Pancake. x3

Alright, I have absolutely no idea or info on the school, so anyone from the school, please correct! D8


Chapter Three

Most cars in their school were road cars. It was uncommon to see a sports car. But it was relatively rare to see a Grand Touring car at the Universidad de Navarra.

Sixteen-year-old Miguel Rodrigo Camino strolled leisurely down the hall in his shiny new golden paint job. Everyone stared at him, and the girls he glanced at giggled. His two friends, Tercio and Benedicto, flanked him

He was one of the most popular boys at school. Nearly all the girls wanted him, and nearly all the boys envied his skill, finesse and intelligence. He was at the top of the school's social 'food' chain, the alpha male, and he knew it. Even if he reveled in the praise, he knew too much of it would, and could, kill him, figuratively. And also, he knew he couldn't play too much of the bad boy, and that meant keeping his conduct and his grades up.

He stopped by his locker, and his two friends lined up to his left. "We have English next, no?"

"You and Tercio, maybe," Benedicto replied beside him. "Then we have Chem."

Miguel nodded, and fished for his books. That was when the alpha female of the school, Pearle, came by. He stopped to stare at her as she drove down the hall.

She was a grand Maserati GranTurismo, minus the usual black grill. Instead, the mark of Maserati lay on her hood, as a Mercedes-Benz would. She had bright blue eyes that resembled the deep blue sea, and her paint was of a beautiful off-white that resembled her name: a pearl. Her voice was a beautiful soprano. She wasn't necessarily Hispanic, hence her name, and was only an exchange student that followed her parents to Navarre. And whenever she smiled, the room would turn noticeably brighter. It was as if she was the angel that came down from heaven, granted by God.

He gaped at her, and all she ever granted him so far was a smirk. She opened her locker next to his, and swiftly fished out her English and Chemistry books. She slammed the metal panel shut, winked at him, and turned away.

"You have got to be the luckiest car in school," his other friend, Tercio, whispered. "Pearle hardly ever looks at anyone twice."

Miguel could only nod in reply as Pearle turned gracefully to drive down the hall. He barely remembered to close his locker and head for their English class.

"See you guys in Chem," Benedicto told them, and left for his mathematics class. Tercio and Miguel only nodded as they slipped into their English class.

The cars there weren't too quiet, but not too noisy, either. The two friends stared around, but the only seats available was one at the back, and one beside Pearle. The friends stared at each other, then scrambled for the seat to Pearle's side. But Tercio wasn't fast or strong enough, and Miguel got to the seat first.

"Good morning," he greeted, smiling at Pearle.

She giggled softly. "Good morning, Miguel."

Her sweet voice resonated in his ears and the sight of bright blue contrasted against off-white stunned him to silence. She looked down and away shyly, smiling slightly. Instantly, a worried feeling slid onto his chassis.

"Don't stare at me like that," she chided sheepishly.

His face relaxed to a smile. "But I like staring at you like that," he crooned.

She giggled, and nudged her tire to his. "Stop it."

He only smiled as the teacher stepped in.


It was a few weeks later when one day, Pearle came in with a new, jeweled rim and Miguel driving by her side.

Everyone stared, eyes wide. Never before had the school's youngest alphas gotten together like this.

Both stopped at their lockers, where Tercio and Benedicto stared with mouths open. Pearle looked to Miguel, and as he nodded, sh turned to her locker. He opened his locker beside hers.

Tercio leaned over slightly. "How on earth did you score like that?" he whispered urgently in disbelief.

The two friends hadn't actually known that Miguel and Pearle had gotten together, but they had noticed that, in the last few weeks, Rodrigo had been looking moony.

Miguel only shrugged, smiling as he reached for his Math and Spanish notes. He then closed the locker door.

"Oh, I can't see you next period," Pearle told him with sad eyes. "I have Chem."

He only kissed her fender. "But I'll see you in Spanish," he told her smilingly.

She returned the smile with hers, and she, in turn, pecked his golden fender. "I'll see you then."

He nodded, and with one last blink she turned to head for the Chemistry lab. Miguel gave an audible sigh as he stared after her.

"You have it bad, hombre," Benedicto murmured. Closer to Miguel, Tercio nodded in earnest.

"Yeah," Miguel admitted mindlessly. "Maybe I do."

"But never forget," Tercio hissed, "that nothing is permanent."

Miguel only stared at his friend, who stared back, brown eyes fierce. The alpha male didn't know that that meant, but he had the gut feeling Tercio was right.

And right Tercio was.

When Miguel had gone to Pearle's mansion for a study date, her parents weren't home and she was in her room. Their butler, Cristóbal, led the fifteen-year-old to Pearle's room, and, dismissing the butler, he opened the door. What was shown in front of him stunned Miguel to utter silence.

Pearle, overturned, was lying under a common road car, a black Toyota Altis, sighing and moaning slightly in pleasure. Both were whispering, soft and sexy.

"…mi-mi Perlita," Miguel murmured, and the two jerked around to see Rodrigo there.

"R-rodrigo," she murmured, and she pushed the Altis off, righting herself. "I-I can explain!"

Miguel shook with rage. "After all I've done for you, all I've given you…you show me this?" he said slowly.

"Rodrigo, it's not what you think!" she told him, thrusting her bumper to his desperately.

He backed away, eyes narrowed and glistening. "You can keep that rim," he spat, glancing at her right tire. "Just so you can be reminded of how you much you betrayed my heart." He turned away, leaving Pearle and her new, so-called boyfriend alone.

Starting the next day, he made sure their paths never crossed, even at the lockers. She caught on soon enough, and one day, when he found her by his locker, he strolled over casually, striking a conversation with a startled Tercio as they pulled their books from the lockers. Pearle only looked on sadly, wincing as Miguel slammed the metal panel so hard it shook her own locker door. The friends went off to head for their English class, and she found Miguel sitting at the far side, talking with Tercio and those who needed help with their English homework. All the seats—behind him, in front and to his left, as that his right was the wall—were filled by Mercutio, Victorina and Tercio respectively. Pearle instead settled herself on Tercio's other side.

"Hi Miguel," Victorina crooned slightly, glancing for a split-second at Pearle, whose own gaze narrowed in jealousy.

"Victorina," Miguel replied politely with a smile and a relaxed gaze.

"Is it true you and Pearle are over?" she asked.

Everyone nearby turned to Rodrigo. What would he say?

But there was no reason to hide things. "Yes," he replied casually.

That was the sole moment where Miguel confirmed the rumors at school.

"For what reason?"

"What happened?"

These were the questions that were raised around him as cars strained to listen.

He pursed his lips in thought. "Personal reasons," he told them. "I'm sure Pearle would prefer to keep it secret."

Someone sighed to the side, and Miguel glanced at the girl in question. Their gazes met for a moment, his stare calm yet cold, and he turned to Victorina once more, smiling slightly at her. Pearle turned away sadly.

"You always were honorable, Rodrigo," Tercio commented.

Miguel only shrugged, nudging his rolling pen slightly. Even if he smiled and told everyone he wouldn't do anything to disrespect Perla, they have it wrong.

One night, coming without an invitation, he snuck out of the house to reach the Carmella, or Pearle's, mansion. It was one of those nights when Pearle's parents weren't home, and Miguel planned to talk to Pearle. He wanted to make things clear with her, and that he'll only want to be friends after that, because he knows he can't have her heart. He breathed deeply as he looked up the front door. He knocked at the grand oaken door, and it swiveled open to reveal Cristóbal.

"Señor Camino," he greeted, surprised.

"May I come in?" Miguel asked.

"Of course." The butler invited the young master in, and the door was shut.

"Where is Pearle?" Miguel asked.

"She is upstairs, young master," Cristóbal replied. "Although she may not want to be disturbed."

She's probably having one of those nights again, he told himself, and felt intimidated by what he'd see. For all he knew, it could be an SUV or someone bigger than he was. But nonetheless, this was the night he planned to talk to her, and he was going to do it.

Suddenly, there was another knock on the door, and Cristóbal grumbled in wonder as he went over to open the door, excusing himself.

"Good evening, Cristóbal," a baritone voice said in a gentle evening voice.

Miguel watched as the butler's eyes widened. "S-Señor Carmella!" the butler exclaimed softly.

"Yes, what is the matter?" Pearle's father strolled in, a huge black Maserati Quattroporte, and his wife, a white GranTurismo like her daughter, entered the prestigious Carmella home.

"Señor Carmella," Miguel greeted. Why were her parents home?

The plans suddenly changed, and he panicked for a moment before the pieces fell together. Her parents, here, at her home, on the night he was to talk to her? Perfect. He would have revenge then. She had betrayed his heart. Why not betray her, too?

"Oh," Mr. Carmella said, almost startled. "Rodrigo."

It wasn't the first time her parents and the young master met, but it had been a while the last time Rodrigo had last come here.

The master of the home seemed to narrow his eyes at him, and the mother only looked on with an intimidating stare. The parents, bigger than his brother Bartolomé, was capable of kicking him out in one shot. They probably heard of his break-up with Pearle, and they certainly weren't happy about it.

"How is she?" Miguel asked them casually, but he hadn't his usual smile on.

"She cried for nights," Mrs. Carmella informed him coldly. "This was the first time her heart had been shattered, Rodrigo, and we aren't happy about it."

Miguel took a deep breath. This wasn't easy. "Señor, Señora, I can explain for myself the reason why I broke up with her," he started. "Please don't judge me just because she told you I broke up with her." He paused, staring at them, before he continued. He swallowed, unsure of how to start or if to actually tell them the truth, but he had to; he didn't want to make enemies of stronger cars. "Pearle…she's been having sex with other cars."

The parents were aghast at his accusation. They started to exclaim and refute his claim, but Cristóbal only silenced them with a small call.

"I…she has been threatening to kill me since I discovered what she has been doing when you were away," he said quietly. "I was afraid for myself, and not the truth," he added sadly. "For this I am sorry, Señor, Señora."

Both Maseratis were completely blown away, but still in sheer disbelief. Miguel just remembered a fact: the Carmellas weren't supposed to be here. They were supposed to be out on a business conference. It must have been canceled. He smiled internally. He may be able to confirm his and Cristóbal's claims.

"Mr. and Mrs. Carmella, if you won't believe my words, then believe what I will show you," he told them. Quietly he led them up the stairs, and towards their daughter's room. He hushed the parents slightly as they crossed the hall, Cristóbal taking up the rear. As the cars' engines grew quiet as they slowed, they could easily hear sounds coming from Pearle's room. As they reached her door, he pushed the door open. There, right in the middle of the bed, was Pearle, with the same black Altis as less than two weeks before.

Mrs. Carmella was the first to gasp aloud. "Pearle Alexandriae Carmella!" she shrieked, and the two jerked around to see two large Maseratis there.

"Mama?" Pearle murmured in disbelief as she righted herself. Her eyes were wide with shock. They weren't supposed to be home!

Her father shook with rage, but her contained it enough to turn to Miguel. "Thank you, Rodrigo, for telling us about this," he said, and Pearle looked into cold deep green. His gaze was contemptuous and snickering. "You may leave," the father growled, and Miguel pointedly turned around.

"Oh, muchas, muchas gracias Señor Camino!" Cristóbal thanked over and over.

"Just don't mention it," Miguel replied. "And don't ever, ever be afraid of Pearle again; you're older, and you can find work with us if you get thrown out by her."

"Thank you so much, young master." The butler was practically crying in his joy, and recomposed himself.

"Rodrigo, no!" she cried as he left. He glanced at her one last time, sorrow and contempt in his eyes before he crossed the threshold one last time.

The next day's morning sun and chirping birds may have promised a good day, but that was not so.

"You stupid jerk!"

The screech echoed around the cafeteria, and everyone turned to stare at Pearle, whose blue eyes gleamed with fury as she stared at a golden car. She decided to confront him right there and then.

Miguel, on the other hand, only stared at her, anger making him seem quiet and calm. Tolomé stood there beside him for support. Apparently, the older brother had heard what had happened from Rodrigo the night before.

"You had no right to tell my parents what I had been doing!" she screeched at him.

"They have as much right to know." He forced his voice to be as calm as possible.

"But you had no right!"

"Cristóbal knew, and you threatened to kill him," he retorted. "You did the wrong thing, Pearle, and you know it."

"Still!"

He glanced at the forming crowd. They were murmuring questions among themselves. He knew everyone would be curious. It was still perfect.

"What could I do, Pearle?" he asked her with stern eyes. "I can't just leave you to do the wrong thing."

She stared at him. "I thought you didn't love me," she suggested.

"But I still care, Pearle," he put in. Fat chance, he thought. But it was a believable reason, a ploy no one could refute. "And I told them because of that."

"No!" she screeched. "You don't care! You don't care an inch!" She was sobbing now. "I'm not allowed to see anyone anymore. Security cameras are to be installed." She cried some more. "My life is being controlled, Rodrigo! Do you know how much that hurts?"

"It's better than seeing you do the wrong thing!" he roared. He couldn't believe he fell for such a girl like her! He couldn't believe he fell for a someone who preferred that kind of life! He couldn't believe he fell for a slut. But she hid things well, he gave her that. But nonetheless, she was a traitor. Miguel shook with anger. "You're lucky you had such a life!" He bit back something about siblings; he cared far too much for Tolomé to get him hurt. "And you wasted it, stooping for something as low as sleeping with other cars!"

Everyone gasped. The secret's out now.

"Miguel, that's not—"

"Oh yes," he snarled. "It is true. You allowed a car to defile you, when you promised your heart to me. You promised!" he told her, eyes starting to glisten in the hurt of her betrayal. "You never realized it wouldn't be so fine with me, is it? You never realized how much it hurt to see you with another car?" He trembled, and Tolomé sided by his younger brother to help Miguel continue. "You traitor!" he roared. His anger flowed now at the memory of those two nights. "I loved you, Pearle, because you were the right girl, because no rumors flew around at school, because you had been true to your name!" He closed his eyes as he shuddered. "Because I did." He sniffed, and Tolomé nuzzled his brother for comfort. He opened his eyes again, and his green gaze was contemptuous and cold. "Now, you have nothing." He looked away from her to a point on the floor. "I don't want to have anything to do with you again, Pearle. I don't want to suffer any more than I should. I don't want to seem selfish," he added, "but I wanted someone who can take me to a moment where I can actually feel happy." He stared at her again, gaze gentle as he remembered the sweet moments they had, just staying together as they watched their hometown from the countryside. "After what you did, I know you can't be that someone." He turned away. "Come on, Tolomé; we've nothing more to do here."

He sobbed hard that night, his brother staying protectively by Rodrigo's side. Tolomé told the rest of the family soon enough. His mother told them that it was good he didn't pursue the relationship, and that the girl would only make his life miserable, even if her tone was indifferent. His sisters felt sorry for their sibling; even Eugénia felt so moved by what had happened. Estéban gave his son a quiet but meaningful nuzzle of comfort. Little could comfort the heartbroken car at that moment, but even he knew that he would move on, even if it wasn't as soon as possible.