“For instance, someone bullies you and the wolf owns a bicycle, right?!”
“Right.” I agreed.
“Once the lesson is going on, seek permission from your teacher. Tell him/her you wanna use the toilet. Go outside the school premises, search for the bicycle and mess with the brakes.”
“Really! Would that work?”
“Yeah. Whoever bullies you will face consequences.”
“But how does that affect the bullies if I mess with the brakes of their bicycles?”
“That’s a pretty good question.” He bent my head forward to his face when he leaned closer to me. “Do it and come tell me what transpired at school, okay?”
I nodded with a sheepish smile. “I will.”
He kept walking forward, and then he stopped. “Since you don’t want to stop following me, how about…”
“I wanna see a movie.” I excitedly suggested. “Can we?!” I put up my puppy eyes. “Pretty, please.” I didn’t want to go home.
I didn’t want him to take me home.
“Did you just call me pretty?!”
I curled my hands at each side to my chest in excitement.
“Don’t do that again.”
“Really! But you are beautiful.”
“Shut up.” He gave a slight frown, and I responded with a pout. “I was just saying how you are…”
“I mean it. Shut up.” He warned.
Why was he mad? Isn’t he beautiful? Or was he being mad because he was an alpha and I called him ‘Beautiful?’
Was that the reason? But saying ‘Beautiful’ isn’t a bad word?
“Okay.” I looked down at my feet when he said a few words. “Huh!” My ears perked up.
“I said, what kind of movie do you want to see?!”
I beamed. “I wanna watch ‘Cinderella’ in a cinema or wait…wait…or, watch it on TV.”
“Ew! Jeez! You watch Cinderella?!”
“Yes.” I stamped my feet on the road in annoyance. “It is one of the best cartoons in the universe.” I folded my tiny arms across my chest. “And don’t call my Cinderella, an ew movie. It’s one of my favorites of all time.” I jumped around him as my exciting sensation grew the more I thought of how I would watch my favorite movie again.
“You are giving me goosebumps.” He mumbled.
I laughed. “Cinderella is a beautiful princess who met her prince charming at the ball and lost her glass slipper. Then the prince finds the glass slipper after she ran away and falls in love with her. He searched the entire kingdom to look for his true love. After finding Cinderella, whose feet fitted the glass slipper, he married her and they lived happily ever after. I wanna fall in love like her someday.”
“If you’ve watched it before, why do you want to watch it again?”
“Because it is interesting.”
“No, it’s a load of crap. Why would anyone believe such a dumb fairytale?!”
“It is not a dumb fairytale.” I argued. “It is called true love. I wanna meet my true love when I grow up. He will take me to fancy castles and mansions, and we will give birth to lots of babies and live happily ever after.”
“Why would you fall in love with a prince who has a foot fetish?”
“What is a foot fetish?”
“A prince who dances with an unknown lady and orders his guards to search the entire kingdom for a lady who fits in the glass slipper because she suddenly disappears after the ball. Sounds ridiculous.”
“She had to leave because it was past midnight. What was wrong with that? Love happens at any time. You can’t control it.”
“What if someone else has fitted into the glass slipper and he didn’t recognize her?”
“You are not making sense, Sihwa. She is the only one who can fit into the glass slipper. She has little feet. Most girls have enormous feet, so the prince can’t easily find someone else who fits into the glass slipper.”
“You don’t get it. Do you?”
“You don’t understand what love means.”
He sighed and began. “Cinderella is a gold digger. She’s a girl who got trapped in an isolated room. Or was it a tower again? A girl who’s gone insane and started talking to meeces.”
“She was not insane. Those meeces were her friends.”
“And got a fairy godmother to give her a magical gown to the ball. She didn’t ask for riches and thought of how to escape from her stepmother despite her suffering caused by her family. What she was thinking about was how to go meet some prince and suck a dick. If I were in her shoes, I would think of how to escape and wish for wealth and power. But, no, she didn’t do that. She was concerned about an unknown prince and made a stupid wish to travel to the prince’s kingdom. She was clearly a gold digger whose intention was to leave her wretched life behind by going through the easy route. If she was truly in love, why didn’t she fall in love with a farmer instead? A broke dude. Yet, she chose a castle and entered inside it in disguise. All she wanted was to survive. That’s not true love. That’s the scheme of being a player. She entered the castle, surveyed the place, and knew she must get into the castle. She knew getting in with the prince would change her entire life. Set her off for life. And the prince himself wanted someone pretty, who could fit his status. If he had encountered Cinderella in a tower, would he have fallen in love and agreed to get married to her?!”
“Don’t Jinx it.” I argued. “It was true love. People who love each other so much can meet at any time. Cinderella wanted love and-”
“That’s true. People can fall in love, but not Cinderella.” He scoffed. “She was a smart ass woman who knew how to be a gold digger without appearing like a gold digger. It’s a strategic movie if you ask me. To make girls believe in love by waiting for some prince charming to arrive. It was just created for everyone to live in fantasy and the producers made billions out of it. And you guys fell for it.”
“What about ‘The Beauty and the Beast’? You can’t say that’s not love.”
“It isn’t love.” He commented. “She was just smart enough to escape from her poor wretched town.”
“No way!”
“Yes, way.”
“No. Bella was a pretty lady. She fell in love with a monster and didn’t care about his appearance at all, when everyone got scared and frightened of him. She didn’t act like everyone else. Bella stood up for him. That’s true love.”
“No, it isn’t.” He disagreed.
“Why?”
Sihwa sighed and rubbed his forehead. “What was her name again?”