Chương 2: Entry 2: Friends
June 11, 2015
It's been a while. I just got really busy, you know, school stuff and all. Well, I revealed his name last entry which is very nerve-wracking, I just hope no one would ever read this. Well, an update, we're now friends! At least not for long! Ha! Just kidding! My mom would kill me if she sees this. Yeah, mom's still overprotective and kind of strict, but I understand, sometimes…
As I've said, we're friends now. We would most of the time talk, in chats, about everything and anything. He and I talked about our first impression of each other and I was right. He thought I was hostile and a snob. We argued about that since we gave each other the same impression. Both of us denied that trait. Even at school, he would often tease me by calling me, "snob" but I would just roll my eyes at him and argued that his the snob one which he would just laugh at me and ruffled my long black hair as if he accomplished pissing me off.
Night talks with him were comforting, although I noticed that sometimes he'll be secretive which I understand because we only just met. I mean, what do I expect, right? For most of the talks, he would tease me, especially me being a snob, and second my big forehead! Well, it's not a huge deal for me because first, he has a big forehead too! Second, I'm more insecure in my face because of this stupid acne! It gets depressing at times but that's one thing I appreciate Dash not doing, teasing me about these acnes. Yap, that's one of my insecurities.
Today, our seating arrangement once again changed. But the seats are still in a U-position. I used to be seated at the very back near the windows, but I got moved to the other side, which was now close to the doors. On my left was Gus, we're not that close but he's nice. On my other side was vacant.
During our TLE class, they asked us to bring out the materials we brought to make a scrapbook. I was just peacefully making mine when Dash sat on the vacant chair. Of course, my initial reaction would be confusion while looking at him removing the things I placed there. "What are you doing?" I asked. He smiled mischievously while gently putting down my things. "Nothing. I just want to take a seat here." He cutely stated, which made my heart flutter. Oh, Dash, why are you doing this to me?
"Really? Or maybe you just wanted to borrow my materials?" I joked, but my heart sank when his smile faded and his dark-set brown eyes turned cold. He once again gathered back his things he just put down and stood up, but ya girl was too quick to move and grabbed him. "I was just joking, geez." Then, once again, that mischievous smile plastered on his face. I just shook my head and continued designing my scrapbook.
I'm thankful that he sat beside me because I didn't feel tired with all the designing we did because of all the stories he told me. Yeah, it surprised me how talkative he was, but he was not sharing much about himself. I realized too that he's a bully, which I would often scold him. Because he kept telling me how one of our classmate's breath stinks that he can't even stand talking to her. Most of the class would talk about that and I feel terrible for Aria, she's a friendly person plus she's a new student, but they are not wrong though. I smacked him on his shoulder when he kept blabbering about that and he got pissed and even challenged me if to talk to her and see if I could stand the smell. Of course, I didn't back down. I got up and walked in front of a seat beside Aria. I just for her opinion about designing scrapbooks which she happily answered.
I mean, yeah to be completely honest it indeed smells bad, but I think Aria's aware of that too and must have done something about it but probably it's more complicated than we all think it is. They were all quick to judge and just heart just breaks for Aria.
After our brief conversation, I thank her and went back to my seat with a proud face, looking directly at Dash, who's giving me a sincere look on his face. I didn't understand his reaction. I thought it would frustrate him because his plan didn't go through whatever he wanted it to happen.
"What's with that smile?" I asked the moment I settled back in my seat. "You're a good person." He answered and ruffled my hair. He's wearing the sweetest smile I ever saw on him. I can't help but stare at him. At that moment, I felt like we were in some cliche movies. Everything around us looked blurry and in slow motion, he's the only clear thing in my eyes as he slowly ruffles my hair. Of course, I quickly snapped out of it. Because I know… I know I'll be damn if I continue feeling this way.
I removed his hand from my hair and acted mad while fixing my hair. He just laughed and went back to designing his scrapbook. I looked at him for a while and imagined running my hands on his face. I shook my head and just lowered my head and continued designing
This is scary. Why does it have to be this scary?
June 18, 2015
Yesterday was my birthday, I didn't make any entry about it because I just had a simple celebration with my parents. We ate at a well-known buffet after that we headed back home. Ever since I had that scary feeling; I started avoiding him; which he did nothing about! So I'm kind of pissed off at him. Turned out our friendship mattered little to him.
Yeah, I know, I'm kind of confusing. Well, I was hoping he would at least try to reach out to me, right? But he didn't message me or even greet me!
But then, today at class unexpected news was brought up to me by my gay friend, Jon, while I was getting my books from the locker at the middle backside of our room. He was teasing me about my birthday celebration and what Dash was spreading. "Dash even told us you have a buffet in your house!" It shocked me but I just laughed it off with that silliness. By the way, our adviser arranged us once again differently, but our adviser said that this time it would be permanent. She kept changing it simply because new students still kept coming to our section but finally we are complete so she arranged us alphabetically. I don't know if this a fortunate or unfortunate event because first, I'm close to the teacher's table which I'm not comfortable about, second, he's my freaking seatmate!
Yeah, it's kind of awkward between us.
Jon followed me back to my seat, which I didn't know why, but I minded my business when suddenly something caught my attention. But I didn't let them notice I was listening to their conversation.
Jon was talking about that silly thing, us having a buffet restaurant in our house. "Yeah, she's hella rich, bro. And famous too, did you know she blocked me on Facebook?" It extremely shocked me, I could not contain my feelings. I could not let him spread lies about me!
"Jon!" I called as I gritted my teeth, preventing myself to explode. "Jon, please tell your friend that I blocked no one." I'm looking straight at Jon, even though I could feel his intense stare at me. I heard him chuckle.
"Well, Jon please tell this to your friend; she blocked me because she's famous. End of story."
His reply made me more frustrated.
"Jon! Tell him to stop accusing me of something I didn't do! He's probably the one who blocks me!"
Jon kept shifting his gaze from Dash to mine, then back again for a couple of times before frustratedly grabbed his short black hair. "Oh, my gosh! I can't with you too! You're literally next to each other! Freaking talk already! Ugh, you're stressing my beauty!" He screamed before walking out.
He laughed at Jon's reaction that made me looked in his direction, then I could not stop myself from laughing as well. Jon's reaction was priceless! His nose almost flared up because of our frustration.
I'm still scared–terrified, actually, but I think… I think I can do this. I'll take this chance. I took a big, deep breath. Finally, I talked to him. I told him I didn't block him. He looked at me with that soft, tantalizing brown eyes, and smiled before saying, "I know." Of course, I smacked him for telling that kind of lie. What he said next caught me off guard. "I get you to talk to me, right?"
That when I know there's no more turning back anymore.
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