Clash of Hearts

Eliana's POV      “Strawberry is still the superior flavor of like, anything, especially ice cream,” one of the two best friends that I have, Kat, says as she bites into her ice cream on a cone. She was obviously daring Lucas, who is sitting opposite of her right now, to speak against it.   And the latter did not let her down, contradicting her claim as soon as possible. “You misspelled mint chocolate, because it obviously is the top tier flavor of all. And is that a cone?” he retorted before taking a spoonful of his dessert from a cup.   Kat made a face, annoying the man more and expressing her distaste towards his choice of flavor. “Eliana, what do you think though?” she said afterwards, involving me in the silly conversation that they were having.   “I think that you guys should just keep eating so we could finish and go to our next class. Fighting about flavors, really, and for

Eliana's POV  If my feet could talk, it would already be screaming by now. I stayed up late last night trying to do some advanced reading, which I should have done a long time ago if only I was not too preoccupied. I am a vampire, yeah, and sleep is not the biggest deal for us. But when I decided earlier that I would grab some before going to school, I was unaware of the time, making me lost track of it completely. And whether it is a blessing or a curse, I have this case of always trying to arrive twenty minutes before the first class. I do not know but I just got used to it and it is just too late to stop that now. I am thinking of all of this as I speed walked my way towards the classroom. By the time I reached the door, Lucas was there waiting, as always, like a routine. “I wonder if you intentionally memorized my habit where I always arrive at least twenty minutes before the class so you could arrive earlier than me. That is

 Hugo’s POV “What even was that, Hugo? Starting a fight but could not finish it? Could not even throw a decent punch? What are you, a little girl?” My father’s words rang in my ears, like the howl of a wolf in the middle of a peacefully silent night. “B-but Father, it was his fault. And he was obviously bigger,” I responded, almost close to crying. I would probably cry, but not in front of him. Never in front of him. “Older, bigger, it does not matter! In this world, if you are weak, you lose. And if someone is a loser, then they are not my child. Are you my child, Hugo?” He said, ever so calmly, but with the same venomous tone that he always used with me whenever he asks me that question. Are you my son, Hugo? Are you a loser, Hugo? Are you giving up now, Hugo? Questions that have b

Eliana’s POV It did not strike me as something that Lucas would do, but here we are now. At the university’s cafeteria, with me trying to dissolve the tension between Kat and Lucas, while the two just seemed to be getting more and more annoyed with each other. What really happened? Simple. A professor of ours assigned us a task which requires the work to be done by pair. Lucas being Lucas, went to me automatically, just like what would normally happen. Since Kat is obviously more on the extrovert side, she gets along with others easily and is friends with almost everyone in the room, so it is really not hard for her to get a partner. As for Lucas and I, it is quite the opposite. That is why during by-pair tasks like this, we automatically go to each other. But this time, as he was about to go to me, Hugo beats him to it. And Lucas’ knee-jerk reaction was to tell Hugo to go off. And as if the situation was not awkward enough

Hugo’s POV I am feeling extra happy today, and rightfully so. Just yesterday, I was hanging out with Eliana’s squad. They let me sit with them during lunch, which I think they did in order to erase the dark cloud that have been hovering above us ever since that one task that required us to do it by pair. That was quite a scene, with that Lucas guy being painfully obvious that he does not like me getting too friendly with Eliana, while the latter is being oblivious to that fact. But anyway, let bygones be bygones, we sat at one table during lunch and the Deere heiress actually talked to me. I would ask her questions, she would respond, then throw a question back to me at times. I felt Lucas’ heavy stares, but whatever. It is not like he is the one that I would pursue. After lunch, as we were walking to our next class, I asked Eli if she would want to hang out after school. I nonchalantly told her that there was this store I