Title: Love is beautiful yet painful.

Summary:

Love. A word that describe one of the most beautiful and wonderful things. A word so beautiful and yet so dreadful. This word makes me feel the fear of the people around me. What exactly is 'love'? Why does it feel so painful?

Disclaimer: I'm not sure if there is such a story or cooperation that really exists. If there is, please forgive me.

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"Let's go out and have fun," This man was standing right in front of me, asking me to go out with him. I just looked at him with a smile. I wasn't really interested in him.

"I'm sorry," I replied, "But forgive me. I really am not interested in going with a guy like you."

"Why? You know how much I love you in my heart," the man asked.

"I'm really sorry," I apologized with a smile, before turning around to walk down that empty corridor. It was a windy afternoon as usual. The school was quite empty with a few students. Most of us were here for our assignments for the coming up term. I had just rejected the 100th guys this month who wanted to be my boyfriend. I sighed. I knew why they wanted to be my boyfriend. I, unfortunately for me, was the daughter of the Sherlock's family. My brother was the multi-billionaire of the company, Sherlock Co. They wanted the money.

Why? You know how much I love you in my heart.

That guy's sentence replayed in my mind. Love. I really hated that word. A word that had a beautiful meaning within, yet so dreadful that carried along by it. I used to belief in that word, but I lost faith in it. Love was never there for me. Love was always there with the money I had, the fortune that I carried.

Love from my parents was never there as well. They were always busy doing their jobs. Occasionally they do take time out and spent them on my brother and I. But it was never seems to be enough. They were always not by my side when I needed them. People might say I'm selfish, but they will never understand. Understand how helpless sometime, when you saw your friend's parents coming along with them on festivals and occasions, happily telling their parents about the events or introducing their friends to them, and you are alone as your parents are out of the country at work. It was painful within. Occasionally, my brother will take his time off from his management of the company to my school's occasions. And I really appreciated it. He was always there for me and supported me through my studies. A nice husband he would make, my friends always told me. I could understand why.

But it was still sad whenever I thought of the word, 'Love'. No matter how much I could get from my family, I couldn't expect them to give me more love. They had given me their loves. I knew and understood, and love them back. But I could never understand 'love'.

"So you've rejected the number 100 this month," A man's voice asked, snapping me out of my thoughts. I looked up to find myself facing him.

"You have been over-hearing people's conversation a little too often, Rex," I replied, my face was an expressionless one, I knew. I never really show my emotions, not even to my family.

"So what if I did?" Rex smirked, "You can't stop me."

"Being the 1st in the school as the most wanted guy around, you should really stop listening to other's conversation unnecessarily," I sighed.

"And being the 1st in the school as the most wanted lady around, you should really think of going out with a guy to keep that reputation," Rex smirked even more.

"And as the 1st most wanted lady around, I must say, the 1st most wanted guy should really worked on his 'breaking girls' heart' skills," I replied sarcastically.

"Why you!" Rex was flared up when he heard what I had just said. He knew I was telling the truth, a truth about him as a heartbreaker.

"If you may excuse," I replied, not wanting to talk to this guy in front of me, "I should take my leave."

"You should also work on your trust for guys," Rex said, as I turned my heels to leave. This made me stopped.

"What did you just say?" I asked, fear was building in my heart like a spread of fire.

"I said: You should work on your trust for guys. Are you deaf or something?" he asked.

"How did you." I was almost speechless. How did he know I can't trust guys? How did he know why I can't trust guys?

"How did I know? It was simple my friend," Rex replied, "I happened to know the guy who dumped you 4 years ago. He was one of my best friends. One of the best heartbreaker. He had a lover while he was going out with you. He was trying to make you to get a big sum of money which unfortunately you found it out. So he dumped you. Was I right?"

I stepped a step back. He knew that guy?! That guy who was cheating on me. That guy who said he loved me with all his heart. That guy who was trying to cheat me for my money. That guy who I thought I could trust and love. My heart hurt like mad, as if a hundred needles had just pierced into it.

"You seems to be surprised," Rex started to laugh, making me stared at him in pain, "I knew what happened to you. Like all the other girls, you cried like mad. I wouldn't be surprised since you trusted him with your heart and loved him with your soul. Now, now, I wondered what will they react if they knew about this? Will they pity you when they knew that you are a selfish girl who wanted people to love you only?"

"I let him go," I replied, holding the pain back, "I love him, and truly I do. If he is happier with that lady, I will let him off. I promised him I will never find trouble on him. I will leave him as he is. Doing the things he wants. I will never stop him. Never will I go back into his life. I had left his life. So what he does now doesn't matters to me."

"If that's so, why would you go and search his data?" Rex asked, holding a diskette in his left hand, "I tapped into your computer and I found this folder."

"Tapped? You hacked into my computer?" I asked.

"If you had forgotten," his lips broadened, "I'm a pro-hacker."

"What do you want?" I asked, irritated by his arrogant.

"Something to be done," He smirked as he walked over to me.

"What?" I asked.

"I want you to have a date with me," he whispered into my ears.

"A date?" I asked, half-shocked, "You don't want money?"

"I have more than enough money in my bank than your's, don't you think so?" He asked playfully, "But having a date with the most unable-to-be-dated woman will win me some more fans don't you think so?"

"Increasing your popularity?" I asked.

"Being the star is tiring," he replied, acting pitiful in the same time, "You have to make news to get people's attention."

"Being able to talk to me for half an hour is already a surprising achievement," I sighed.

"So, what do you say?" Rex asked, his tone became serious.

"If you give me that diskette," I replied, "And let me check."

"You can have it after the date," he replied.

"I want to know if you really had that information," I told him.

"Afraid I might lie to you?" He asked.

"I can never trust the guys ever since what he done to me," I replied in an emotionless tone.

"Hum. You think I really can't hack into your computer?" He asked.

"Yes," I answered.

"Then I bet with my name," he replied, "How's about that?"

"Betting with your name? You are serious aren't you?" I asked.

"Yes," he replied in a short sentence.

"Fine," I sighed, not wishing to waste my breath against him, "Pick me up at my place then."

"Tonight, at 7," He replied, "We will be going to the Storm Club that my family own."

"Anything," I replied before moving off. Why did I trust him? I thought I told myself not to trust any guys at all? Why did I trust him about this duel?

"Going on a date? It sounded a little fun." I whispered into the thin air.

To be continue.