Rebellious Rebellious Veronica

- "Just tell me what I have to do. Just tell me. Please! I-- I don't know... I don't remember anything! None of this nonsense you guys are making me believe.
Maybe, I don't know the rights and wrongs as I think I do right now. I'm begging you, just please tell me, guide me or something! Give me directions. I can't do this on my own."
"Believing what's right isn't enough Vera. You have to remember. Because if you don't, no one will or can tolerate a fake act."


7. Chapter 4

Chapter 4
    "Whenever your ready." Edmund says.
    "Huh?" I say, looking up from my horse. "Oh, yes. I'm ready."
    "Well, this is going to be a hell of a ride." He laughs.
    "Yes, it is."
    It is also going to be one last ride.
    "So... Before we start. Let's make a bet." He looks at me, hesitantly. 
    "Sounds good."
    "If I win... We have a date on Friday."

Those's types is he.

    But, I play along, "Alright. And if I win...
    "I really don't know what I want from you."
    "Oh, come on. Be creative. Like, maybe you never want to see my face again-"

"What part of creativity is that?" I squint my eyes at him, questioningly.

"...Or, I have to chase around and kill a alive chicken and bring it to you by hand. It's blood on my cloak." He sights, "Anything."
    "So your willing to do anything for me?"
    "You are my Lady, after all."
    I debate with myself. What can I ask for from him, besides never having to encounter with him again? A collection of scary demon creature novels?
    "What about... If I make up my mind while we race?" I ask.
    "Alright. I guess that'll do." After a moment he's disappointment is gone. "Wow. I am betting on something I don't even know."
    I smile, "Well, come on. We don't have all day, you know."
    "Ha ha. You're right."
    "Oui." He said in French.
    "Oh, you really want to go there?" I gave him a laugh.
    "Language of Romance. Just being creative! You could bet that if you win we will never talk in French."
    "That won't be necessary. You can talk to me in French allll you want, you just won't receive the reply you want to hear."
    "That's heartbreaking Miss. Oh please!" He pretends to cry.
    "OK. Ready... Set..." I look into his eyes, he follows.

His unattained eyebrows, dark and heavily carved on his lower forehead. Never enduringly long and crisscrossing each other above his nose like stars implanted on his breathtaking face. 
    "Your nose is very red." He points out, breaking me away from watching him. I look away, feeling the blood rush on my cheeks. 
    "GO!" I yell.
    "But, hey!" He flips around from dads' horse as I whirl past him. 
    "Rule number one: never break out of focus and control." I say with a grin. 
    "But... But-- you're a girl!"
    "Excuse me?"
    He looks at me.
    "Oh, no. I- I- I'm sorry. I'm really sorry, please do forgive me. I- I didn't mean to-"
    "Are we going to race today or what?" I push him and look away, for my eyes are bathed with stinging water. He gets on top of his horse, and we get in line again.
    "I'm sorry Veronica." He said again, this time looking deeply into my eyes.
    "Ready, Set... GO!" And we start racing again. Just like that. We head over to the trees, and the forest.
    "Wait. Where is the end, though?" He yells.
    "You'll find it. It's a pretty easy track to follow." I say.
    Once, we are in the woods, a rush of fear hits me. It's so unusual I'm assuming it's from how unfamiliar it seems to be racing with a stranger. My breathing gets heavier, and my chest is exploding. I wipe away a heavy layer of cold sweat from my forehead. I grip Lucian's rope harder.
    "You okay?" He asks me.
    "What? Oh yes, yes I'm fine." I reply.
    "You sure?"
    I hear him laugh under his mouth, behind me.
    "Oh shut up Edmund!"
    "Yes, Miss. Do forgive me." But, I can still hear him, behind me, trying to disguise his laugh into a choke. 
    We ride for quite a time in the same pace. Until he feels that sense that the forest is closing into a near end. I swallow through my dry throat. Were a mile off now. The whole thing is six miles itself.
    "I know what I want now." I yell through my dry throat, and it hurts as if it's bleeding.
    "If I win, I will never see your face again."
    It's rude, but it's truly what I want. I don't want any rabbits or chickens, and I don't want him. Don't get me wrong. I don't want only him, but I don't want any boy right now. I just want to live in harmony as much as possible and be happy for the time being.
    "OK." I could hear the controlled anger in his voice, filled with sorrow.

He starts to push himself forward. He has a controlled face that only resembles anger and madness. In a few minutes, of me not even trying to get in front of him, he sees the old post. Anyone with a good and tired mind would sense that that's the end mark of the race. He gives a laugh mixed with a lot of breathing at the sight of the post. I grimace and laugh to myself. He passes the post and sadly, slows down.
    I pass him, and continue on riding. Because the real post with the ribbon is only a quarter of a mile away. I run through it and the white ribbon is ripped off from it's two old white painted posts which are so ancient that no one realizes it's old.
    "Wha- Wait what's going on?" He asks me, coming forward.
    "This is the end of the race, Edmund. I win."
    "But! No! This was a trick!" He looks around and back to the two posts, shocked.
    "No, it was your brain misguiding you Edmund. Rule number two of horse riding and racing: Don't be fooled by easy targets, and use your mind and brain to its highest advantage."
    "This is not fair!"
    "What are you going to do? Go tell your mom so she can come and fix this? Well guess what, we're in real life now and we grew up a long short time ago, it seems. Don't you agree?" I blurt out yelling. I can't take it anymore. But, he seems really sad and touched.
    "No. I was just going to tell how a good dream this was. I raced with Lady Veronica Hurtz of Pzaria! I talked to her and was inches away from her oh such lovely and how oddly adorned face!

All my days, all I ever did and could do was go over conversations on my little mind how we would be talking and they were all so beautiful. And it finally came true, today. But, it's not going to last long, is it?"

Okay, is this called obsession or something? Because I sure do hope it's not.

"Just thank you for saying yes to me and racing with me today. This was a dream come true. I will not bother you again." And Edmund recedes, with pain blocking his voice and sparkling wet somber blue eyes.

Finally one person who takes a stand and reminds me of how cruel I am, at times.

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