Xyna’s Point of View
“Showbiz War between Xyna Alegre and Chantal Jackson: Chantal said that her best friend and colleague, Xyna beat her up when she tried to talk to her about what she saw, on how the said actress and her long time private boyfriend Marcus Mackenzie—our Romantic Balladeer caught kissing in a private restaurant. Chantal gave us a picture that provides as the evidence,” a picture came out of the screen. It’s the picture of a man who looks like Marcus and a woman who looks like me, kissing in a private restaurant. Man, it is giving me goosebumps! I never imagine myself to kiss a man like...like that. By the way, nice editing.
“It’s very astonishing, because we never saw Xyna get attached to someone. Could this be real? Oh, there she is! Let’s interview our rising star actress Chantal. Hello Chantal,”
“H-Hello” Chantal said. Her face has a black eye and his arms have scratches and bruises because of what I do to her. Do that just to defend myself!
“Chantal, how are you doing?”
“I’m fine now. But still can’t get over of what happened. I-I got t-traumatized. S-She’s a monster! Sh-She—” she started crying again as if breaking down. I’m a monster, huh? What a compliment. The reporter looks at her with empathy.
“Are you okay, Chantal? Can you still continue the interview? If you can’t, we can stop it already,” the reporter said.
“N-No, It’s okay. Let’s continue,” she said while wiping her tears.
She looks like an angel, but deep inside of it is a demon hiding.
“Can you explain all the details?” she nod while still sobbing.
She breathes and starts telling the ‘story’ that she made. “... she beat me and start saying mean things to me. Like I’m not beautiful and good enough to have Marcus. I’m worthless, I’m—” she cries again like there’s no tomorrow. Maybe she was saying it in reverse. Because SHE was the one who did that at first.
I can’t help but to snort. What a pathetic-insecure-bitch!
She’s such a thick face to even reverse what happened. It’s she who started the fight yesterday. And now she’s trying to make herself like she’s the victim here. Nice!
Let me tell you exactly what happened.
I’m walking while wearing my headset and listening to music when a bitch’s hand grabbed my hair. Guess who is it? It’s Chantal. She says mean things to me and hurts me. But I don’t give a damn about it. But I got pissed and punched her in her face and stomach, and smashed my head into hers.
She’s just a jealous, spoiled brat. All she wants is in me—the popularity, the awards, the attention, the success. As of you know, I just claimed my new award yesterday, the ‘Award Winning Best Actress’ award.
She’s my friend? No way! I don’t do friends with an immature girl like her. I’d rather be friends with a beggar than a fake and a backstabbing bitch like her. And what did she say? I’m kissing with her b-boyfriend?
I face-palmed myself and grunt.
What the! She doesn’t even have a boyfriend! She’s really that determined to turn me down, eh? That she will even involve a person who’s not supposed to get involved in.
How is she going to ruin my reputation if it’s already ruined?
I appreciate her efforts, but she’s nothing to compare to me. I have the alas but she has none. The result is pretty obvious.
I have someone I paid to watch my every move, so if someone just rush to me, especially a part of a showbiz, he can take a video of it, and when something bad happens, he can call for help immediately. It’s uncomfortable for some, but for me it’s not.
I automatically stood up when I saw the person I was referring to.
Meet Cholo, actually he’d been my schoolmate, we’re not that close. He took a photography course, so I asked him if he could work for me, while he still didn’t find a job. And gladly he accepted it.
“Good morning, Xyna. Another issue, eh?” he sneered at me. I rolled my eyes and nod.
He handed me the USB and the CD that contains the evidence, that I’m nothing to do with this issue. I’m innocent. She started it. I just defended myself.
I handed him his payment for doing his job well.
I faked a cough. “By the way, you can stop working for me now, so that you can focus yourself for applying to National Geographic. I know that it’s your dream to be part of its photographers. I don’t want to be the hindrance for your dreams.” he smiled widely.
“But, are you sure, Xyna?” he asked hesitantly.
“Yes, and thank you for serving me.” I said and smile. He gladly thanked me before he left.
It’s his time to catch his dreams. I know I’m being the hindrance to it.
I stared at the CD for a moment and stand. I just need someone to interview me. But, no need to hire reporters. They’re already outside, waiting for me to go out.
With a fierce look on my face, I confidently go outside and face the reporter. A dazzling camera flash and simultaneous questions from the reporters from different channels immediately greeted me.
Reporter 1: Is it true that you beat Chantal up, Xyna?
Reporter 2: Is it true that you’re in a relationship
mistress
with Marcus, too?
The reporters asked me simultaneously, as their microphones were in front of my mouth.
I mentally rolled my eyes. What do they think of me? A whore? In a multiple times they interviewed me with an original case and issues, didn’t they use it?
“First, I’m definitely not Chantal’s so-called boyfriend’s mistress. Second, yes, I beat her,” I answered with no hesitation. I have no time for long explanations. I don’t give a damn ‘bout them if they judge me. It’s my life, not theirs.
I heard them gasp.
Reporter 1: Why did you hurt her?
Reporter 2: Don’t you feel sorry for Chantal’s condition? She’s filled with bruises and scratches. She even has a black eye. And she’s your friend.
“She’s my friend? Nah, I’m not befriending with an immature person, I’d rather befriend with a beggar than her kinds. And about her condition? Well, I just defended myself. She just grabbed my hair for no reason, so I grabbed hers, too. She punched me in my stomach, so I punched her in the face and gave her a headbutt. I just defended myself. I’m the victim here,” they nodded in unison.
My stomach really hurts yesterday when she punched me on my stomach, she must be thankful that, that’s all I did to her.
I pulled out the compact disk or CD, which contained evidence that I was the innocent one in this issue.
“Watch the video it contains. It’s the actual video of the scene, where I and Chantal had a brief fight. Don’t even think of breaking it. I have a copy of that video, sabotage me and you’ll be sorry,” I threatened them. They gulped and nodded, then took the CD.
I turned my back on them and confidently walked back to my house.
By the way, I’m Xyna Devon Alegre, 22. Actress and a martial artist. You better not to mess up with me or you’ll be sorry.
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PREVIEW:
“I’m here now, dire—” I suddenly stopped speaking, when I saw a face I did not expect to see here.
But destiny really loves to play. Can you imagine it, this is really the place where we’d meet again?
“You again?” I said irritably. Who won’t be irritable if you just saw the face of the person you hate the most? I only met him once—earlier, but my blood immediately boils when I’m seeing him.
“The one and only, Xyna.” he said with a smirk.
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