Rick's point of view: "I said "NO". I don't want to be your pretend-girlfriend." Chelsea screamed and walked away. My heart was crushed into pieces. Did she hate the idea so much that she has to scream the answer? She didn't even hesitate for just a second. This made me so MAD. I won't let her go just like this. I quickly opened my backpack and brought out something. "I know you're going to say that. So that you'll agree to be my pretend-girlfriend, I prepared these." I called out proudly while holding out the things that would surely make her agree. She turned around. Once she recognized the things that I was holding, her eyes popped out. Her face turned pale. Her whole body was shaking. She took a step. And a step. And a step closer to me. Her pace quickened until she was running breathlessly. Her eyes hungered towards the things that I was holding. She reached out her hand to grab them from me. Closer... Closer... Closer... *docks* CRASH. Chelsea stumbled to the ground. That was scary. She tried to snatch the things from me, but instinctively, I docked, causing her to fall down. I reached out my hand to help her get up, but she angrily shook it off. "Wh-why do you have those pictures?" she asked while shaking terribly. "These?" I asked while pointing at the things that I was holding. "It took time and effort to look for these pictures, you know?" I proudly announced. "Those are SUPER embarrassing pictures. Once those pictures spread around, I won't go out to see the daylight ever again." she cried out while trying to snatch the pictures from me. They were pictures of Chelsea's first time of trying-on make-up on the first day of school. The make-up's a mess, making her look like a total clown. She didn't realize it until people started laughing at her and started taking pictures of her when she entered the school gate. Her friends went crazy and started threatening the people to delete the pictures from their phones. Luckily, two pictures were saved. They weren't so bad. She still looked amazing for me. Now, I have these pictures to BLACKMAIL her. (evil laugh) I then said, "You know what you're supposed to do for me not to post these pictures on Facebook, Twitter, MySpa-" "FINE!" she interrupted. She hesitated for a moment. "I'll be your pretend-girlfriend." she said, finally giving up. My heart leaped in joy. I know that she went out with me for her to save face, but there is no use in rushing. She'll surely fall in love with me. I scheduled our first date tomorrow. Chelsea just rolled her eyes, but did not complain. After we finished, we departed. I went down the stairs while thinking on how tomorrow's date to be magical. "Heard you're going out with Chelsea Homers tomorrow." someone said with his bloodshot eyes pointed right at me.
Ken's point of view: Lonely. Sooo lonely. Not because I broke up with Jenny, oh I mean, Patricia. But because I was not able to talk with Chelsea for a week. This is driving me crazy. When we last talked, I had so much fun even though it lasted for just a few minutes. I was actually about to confess, but stupid Rick was not able to read the atmosphere and called me out. The weird thing is that Mrs. Simmons didn't even need me. Could it be that...? Ha! How could I doubt my old bestfriend, Rick? He won't steal Chelsea away from me, and I'm sure of that. Oh, speaking of the ANGEL, here comes Chelsea, looking so problematic yet still so beautiful. "Hey, Chels!" I called out and hurried towards her. "Hey." she said meekly. "Is something wrong? You seem lifeless. Are you sick?" I asked and placed my hand on her forehead. "Nope." she answered while sighing. Silence. I could not end the conversation here. I have to think of a topic. Topic... Topic... "Chels, how 'bout going with me to the supermarket tomorrow? Let's make your favorite, Lasagna." I offered. She'll surely agree since she loves my lasagna so much. She looked at me. "Sorry, Ken. I have a date tomorrow." "It's okay. There's always nex-..." WAIT A MINUTE. Did she just say the word DATE? My hand was shaking terribly. I feel I could kill someone. "Ken, are you okay?" Chelsea asked worriedly. "WHO ARE YOU GOING WITH TOMORROW?" I demanded angrily which startled poor Chelsea. "Ri-Rick." she answered. Did I just hear right? Nah, might be someone else. "Rick Anderson?" I confirmed with my heart thumping violently. Unfortunately, Chelsea quietly nodded. HU-WHAAAT???!!! This can't be happening. I was SURE that he knew that I LOVE Chelsea. Suddenly, everything fell into pieces. What happened in the corridor last week... The incident with Mrs. Simmons... It all made sense now. Rick's gonna pay. I went away without even saying goodbye to Chelsea. I'm so MAD at the BETRAYAl of my friend. Not to mention, my BEST friend. I saw him and was ready to let my fist hit him hard, but I controlled myself. "Heard that you're going out with Chelsea tomorrow." I called out while glaring at him.
Guys, I want to know which character you want Chelsea to end up with. A. Ken B. Rick And please state the reason why. I need ar least 5 answers for me to continue the story. Note: I did this to know your own point of view of the story. Actually, the ending is still vauge. Even though, Rick is ahead of Ken currently in this story. Ken still has a chance of winning. So, what do you think? Answers are highly appreciated.
Ken because he knows Chelsea better they been best friends for 4years and I think Rick is just gonna use her for his plans
Rick, because he has problems and needs someone to be close to him. He was desperate when he blackmailed her. Derp. I'm the 1st to say Rick.
I'll update if I get one more answer regardless of the current score. Anyways, I really thank those who answered my question. They are really good answers! Like I've said, the ending is still vague. There MIGHT be a fourth-party coming around sooner or later. It depends on how the storyline flows. Keep reading, and I hope you'll enjoy it as the story progresses.
Rick's point of view: "Heard you're going out with Chelsea Homers tomorrow." a familiar voice piped up. I froze in my tracks. I completely forgot about HIM. I turned around just to see his cold angry glare peircing through me. Did he know something about my deal with Chelsea? If he knew about the "blackmailing" part, that would totally ruin my image. He'll surely tell everbody, especially Regina. I swallowed. "H-how did you know about that?" I asked, trying too look cool and calm. "Chelsea told me." Ken answered angrily while taking a step forward towards me. "Nothing more?" I confirmed. "Nothing less. She didn't want to talk. She seems lifeless. Did you force her into this?" Ken demanded. Force her? Why was he thinking that way? Am I not worthy of her? "She begged me to go out with her. I agreed since the feelings were mutual." I explained with a hint of pride in it. "YOU..." Ken shouted as he charged forward and grabbed me by the collar. "You knew that I was in love with her, don't you?! Why... why...?" he trailed off. "I'm sorry." I said, really meaning it. This is my fault. I should have not fallen in love with the same girl as him. "SORRY?! Are you really sorry? Or looking down at me?" Ken shouted while his grip on my collar tightened. "I-I-I mean it. *gasps* Can't breat-" I said while trying to gasp the remaining air my throat could take in. "Listen, Rick Anderson. I'll take her back from you starting TOMORROW." Ken threatened, giving emphasis on "tomorrow". "Kenneth Winston, put down Mr. Anderson this instant!" Ken's coach ordered as he approached the two of us. Ken dropped me without giving any signal so I crashed down the floor. Seeing how hurt I was, he smirked. Hid coach went nearer to us and tapped Ken's shoulder. "Kenneth Winston, as punishment, I choose you to be my representative for the upcoming tennis play-offs starting tomortow." his coach announced. "B-but Sir..." Ken trailed off. "No buts. This is a 3-day trip. This is actually an opportunity rather than a punishment" his coach smiled. "B-but..." "I said no buts. If you hate the idea so much, you should have thought twice before grabbing Mr. Anderson by tge collar." his coach said and walked away. Ken glared at me. "Good luck tomorrow. Some great opportunity you got there, huh?" I congratulated with a sarcastic tone. Without giving him chance to answer, I walked away. "You'll surely pay when I get back!" Ken called out. I walked along the lonely corridors while contemplating what just happened moments ago. I have just lost an important friend. Guilt and sadness weighed down every step I took. I looked out the window and saw Chelsea laughing with her friends while they were playing dodgeball. Why did I fall this hard to you?
Ken's point of view: How could he do this to me? Rick and I have been good friends since preschool. Rick and I shared almost everything. I didn't imagine we'll also share our love interests for the same girl. It has been 4 hours since Rick snd me last talked, but I still couldn't get it out off my head. I already packed for tomorrow's unwanted trip. Chelsea BEGGED Rick to go out with her? That's unbelievable. That is so un-Chelsea-like. Who knows? Everything is changing. Friends betraying, friends lying... *sigh* It is really a bitter world, after all. "Sighing will just decrease your life span." my sister, Jessie, quoted as she popped her head on the door. I looked at her with sad eyes. She quickly went in my room and closed the door. "What's wrong, Li'l bro?" Jessie asked while bouncing my bed up and down. I refused to answer, thinking she might laugh at me. "Let me guess. Is it lovesickness?" she asked while grinning. I quickly looked at her which made her realize that she has hit her jackpot. "So, it is lovesickness." she responded while continually bouncing my bed up and down. "Is it with this Cheska- what's her name- girl?" she asked. "Her name's Chelsea." I irritatedly corrected. She stopped bouncing my bed and grinned. "This is your first time memorizing another girl's name aside from mine and mom's. She must be special." Jessie said teasingly. "She IS special to me," I repeated, "What do I do? I'm not the one she likes." I asked, feeling depressed all over again. Jessie smiled. "The answer is simple: Don't Let Her Go." she replied. The bright light just shone. Don't let her go. I quickly got up and grabbed my jacket. I ran out of the house and to the dimmed street. I ran. And ran. And ran. I was out of breath. My muscles ached. My body was drenched with sweat. But I DON'T CARE. 'cause... I won't let her go. I knocked the door gently. The door opened and I saw the girl that lit up my dark life. "Ken, what are you doing here at this time? It's really late." Chelsea asked worriedly. I gathered all my courage. I clenched my fists. It's NOW or NEVER. I swallowed. Here it goes nothing... "I love you, Chelsea Homers."