Confused (1/1)

Chapter 3: Confused  I moved to this place thinking I’d finally get to taste the beauty of freedom I didn’t have my entire life. I grew up following my dad’s footsteps. My whole life, I was made to be the next CEO of KM entertainment. My father would take me to investor meetings, production sets and talent auditions. I’ve witnessed how he treated people like shit. It’s true, the company wouldn’t have been successful as it is now without him running it the way he did but I didn’t think belittling people was necessary.  I’ve always wanted a simple life away from what he does. But my life was so controlled to a point I didn’t have a say in anything when it comes to decision making. From schooling, to friends all the way to boyfriends. Well, I didn’t exactly experience having a boyfriend but I did have suitors. A lot actually, but as you can guess, if their family aren’t wealthy enough, that meant, they aren’t good enough for me. Well, for my father’s future plans anyway. At first, I’ve already accepted the fact that I really won’t have a normal life, and that I will never get away from my fathers plans but that changed when I met my friend Jisoo. You can say she saved me from the hell I was in.  From the beginning of it all, I met her thru a game and we became buddies ever since. We started talking about life and she started giving me advices. She was almost like this elder sister I never had.  She’s a game developer and she knew I needed an out at that time so she offered to help me out and let me try becoming a beta tester. With that, I started making money and have been secretly saving money so that I won’t have to depend on my fathers’ wealth when the time comes. Little by little, I was able to do that. I bought an apartment unit and paid it in full so I have a home I can call my own.  It was cozy and quiet through and through.  It’s not the typical apartment complex that had a bunch of units per floor. This one only had two and I was more than happy with it. I was told that the person that lives next door is very friendly and her last neighbour complained about this person being too happy. But I was also told that the previous owner of my apartment was an old lady so she could just be a grumpy person.  The girl next door is almost the same age as mine so I don’t think I’d have a problem with her.   I was actually kind of relieved to know that I only have one neighbour. That means I don’t have to introduce myself that much and I almost looked forward to see a new face other than the people I already know. But as soon as I saw the person that lived next door, I suddenly almost felt like hiding all the time. She’s ridiculously attractive. I don’t understand how she gave off that extreme charisma. It’s as if every flower would bloom every time she passes by. I got too shy to even start up a conversation or better yet, introduce myself. So I’ve decided to forget about all the introduction and just stay in my unit as much as possible so I can work in peace. I was able to do that and avoid her the entire month since I moved here. I basically hurried my way out when I needed to go so she wouldn’t have the time to make small talks.  She gives off that vibe that I don’t like feeling because it’s far from normal. I feel like I would stutter if ever one day she decides to talk to me and there’s no way out. I almost prayed everyday that day wouldn’t come but a knock on my door arrived one day. I didn’t know what to do. Should I open the door? Or should I just leave it until she finished knocking? There’s just no one else that would knock on my door other than her.  “Ahhh, crap, here goes nothing.” I said to myself and opened the door. “Oh, hey! I almost thought no one’s here.” She said. Shit she’s even more attractive up close. My mind was racing. I looked at her confusedly but not because I was wondering why she’s here. I’ve been expecting the inevitable to happen. I was confused because I don’t know what I’m feeling right now. “Umm, Sorry to bother you but I just want to introduce myself. I realized you’ve moved here for a while now and I didn’t get to give you any house warming gifts or anything. Anyway, I’m Lisa. I live next door.” She told me. She seemed to have been having second thoughts about introducing herself I can see that.  Do I intimidate her? Because I get that a lot. I want to be friendly but my brain couldn’t keep up with how attractive she looks. She doesn’t even need to try. But all I can think of is how I need to step away and hide from her afraid my face would turn red anytime by now.  I tried to make our conversation as short as possible so she doesn’t notice how nervous I got just by her presence. I might have sounded like a bitch but I really didn’t mean to at least. I just was really nervous. She’s way too charming and even the sound of her voice is annoyingly cute. I couldn’t even smile for the life of me. It’s like she’s medusa and she’s turned me into stone.  Soon as I shut the door behind me, I held my chest and felt my heart race a million miles per hour. God, is this how it’s going to be living next door with her? I don’t know if I’m going to be alive after this. I’ve escaped my father but another problem came and that’s her, Lisa. What is it about her that makes me feel like this?  I’ve seen a lot of beautiful women all over the country. I wasn’t really someone who isn’t used to those faces, after all, my father runs an entertainment company. Although, there are many good looking talents, nothing compared to Lisa. I don’t know if it’s just me but she’s the type my father would never sign if ever she decides to be an artist.  Her type of beauty is something dozens of companies would die to have not to mention competitors all over would do their best just to sign her exclusively and knowing my father, He’s not one to compete. He likes stability because he said business stability is better than a breakthrough. That makes sense for someone that liked settling but If I get to decide, I’d bring the damn breakthrough to the table.  That’s one of the things that frustrated me. Every suggestion I give to my father, every ideas are bound to be rejected. At the end of the day, it’s all about superiority to him and as much as I love