Mika's POV
Ugh. School style is bothersome.
I groaned as I continue to twirl sideways while looking at my reflection at the full-size mirror. No matter how many times I look at it, I can't help hating it. I'm wearing a black short skirt, two inched above the knee, a white polo with two buttons I left open ( my usual style ), a maroon blazer and long black socks that matched my black shoes. Aside that it's part of the girly-girl fashion code, it's basically easier for men to peek on our undies. Especially when windy or running some errands.
"Don't start your I-hate-school-uniform speech."
The door at the bathroom opened then closed, revealing Jean on her uniform. She put on her reading glasses and put some black clips to keep her bangs on place. Her short blonde hair swayed a little as she look at me in the mirror.
I frowned. "You can't blame me." I commented as I take my white lace lying in the bed. "Just two hours ago, I'm wearing my black leather jacket and old sneakers," I looked at the mirror. "And now, I'm wearing these... clothes." I said in a disgust tone and started tying up my hair.
"Just get used to it."
"Six years and I'm still not."
"You'll get used to it." she said and walked towards the bookshelf.
"Easy for you to say." I said as I glance over her.
I mean, the uniform suits her very well and very much fit her personality. From the blazer to her skirt down to those itchy long socks. Whilst I suffer from the uncomfortableness this clothes bring and had to endure twelve hours wearing it, five times a week. And it's been six hellish years of painless torture.
"Why didn't you talk the designer out of it?" she asked while taking some books from the bookshelf at the corner.
"Like I could. Besides, Father wouldn't let me."
One thing's for sure though. That designer didn't made this clothes with me in my mind.
"Okay." I murmured when I finished tying up.
I tied my long green hair in a high ponytail, leaving some strands on my forehead before wearing my silver necklace with a silver heart pendant. I scanned myself at the mirror once more. Funny how this clothes can change me into a complete different person.
Then we heard the first bell, homeroom time.
"Let's go." I said and hanged my bag on my right arm before getting out of our dorm.
We're at school right now, obviously. Axel University. Father's property, not mine. I know this sounds silly but I honestly do not own any of the family's properties. Like the companies, or schools or any public infrastructure. I own nothing but a condo of which I bought on my own and a big bike I purchased. My father do not support me financially, not that I want to. I'm more of an independent person. I make ways to provide my needs and wants. Part-time jobs are indeed helpful.
By means of treatment for the daughter of the owner of the school who happens to be me, there's nothing special going on in the system. I had the normal treatment from the dean, Lady Hilary, to the professors, as well as my fellow students. Again, it was Father who made sure that his daughter get to be treated fairly which I acknowledge the most. I'm pretty much not spoiled, thank you.
"This is me." I said as I stop at the yellow building.
Jean bid goodbye before walking away. I watched her as she turn at the corner before I started walking down the hall. We're already on our 2nd year as college student, with five months left. We're not on the same line. I'm taking Business Administration while Jean go with the Information Technology. Actually, Jean is already settled for life. At a young age, she's already deciphered complex codes, solved series of equations and invented outstanding machines and inventions. That made hundreds of well-known schools lined up for her name. But she wanted to take it nice and slow.
When I got to my room, I sat on the farthest seat at the back. Slowly, students began to pack the classroom. It's like a theater hall with slightly curved desks and long seats which I share with four more students. The sit beside me was occupied by Lucas Romero, the ace player of the basketball team. He's a red-haired boy who did nothing but blabber beside me the whole day. Every day. Ever since I started college. Girls should stop adoring him for his looks. Trust me, he's one annoying seatmate.
"Hi, Mika." he greeted. "Good morning."
I didn't answer and continue to look at the empty whiteboard in front.
"May bagong tayong professor a. Nakita mo?"
Ignored.
"For sure nakita mo 'yun. Nga pala, did you see the meteor shower kagabi? Man, ang ganda sobra. Agreed?"
I yawned. The modafinil effect's wearing out. This guy beside me keeps on chattering. When will the professor come? He's already six minutes late.
"It's all over the news so malamang nakita mo. E 'yung--
"Uhh, Lucas." a voice of a girl.
"Yes?" sagot ni Lucas.
"I-i'm one of your fans. P-pwedeng humingi ng autograph?"
"Oo naman! Saan ba?"
"Talaga? Sa-salamat!"
"No problem!"
Popularity and autograph. Inseparable, huh?
I heard him giggled. "Cute niya 'no?" tanong ni Lucas.
Ignored.
"Of course, you don't care. Oh! You want one?"
May inabot siyang papel sa'kin. Now he's giving me his autograph. Was that supposed to make me less annoyed? 'Cuz I'm having the opposite effect. Tch, should I throw it at him?
Maya-maya pa'y dumating na ang professor namin.
"I invented that signature myself. That time, I--
"Good morning, Professor Smith."
"Sabi ko nga may klase na e." sabi niya at tumigil na rin.
For two years, Lucas Romero had always been my seatmate and he never failed to annoy me. He keeps on talking to me but we never had a conversation. And we won't have a conversation. Ever. I didn't mean to be rude but try to put yourself on my shoes and you'll understand.
I wish it's already lunch time.