CHAPTER TWO - Skirt
The lollipop taste sugar and all. I stopped for a bit and started to think where Mirth bought this one. I looked at her on my side only to see she's already flirting on a hot cutie reading a book on this busy hallway.
"Hag! Do that later!" I spat. I rolled my eyes when she left a kiss on the cheek with the guy who automatically reddened because of the kiss. His jaw-dropped as his stare couldn't take off when Mirth left him, going to my direction. I smirked, why didn't she kissed him on the lips? It would be better. Weak, Mirth!
"You know what, I suddenly wanted to have a nerdy, brainy and hottie boyfriend." Mirth sad as we continued walking.
Everyone just wanted to be in a relationship with a brainy and cute guy since I started it.
"You effing wish." I rolled my eyes and smirked at her.
"You're so mean!" She was pouting her red-sexy lips when she said that. Enough to draw boy's attention when we stopped walking. I rolled my eyeballs. Too much drama!
I draw my face near her ears and whispered. "Cut it off, it doesn't suit you," with that I continued walking and she followed right away. I could sense her death glares and disapproval but it wouldn't bring back what I said.
They say I have that Megan Fox vibe.
The mean bitchy version of her. And sometimes, I've got that street-trait vibe.
Should I be happy? They said she's a Hollywood actress. I don't know her but anyway, since they told me I am somewhat like her, I think she's sexy, beautiful and rich. Period.
My hips swayed and the lollipop repeatedly went in and out of my mouth. I flipped my hair just to exposed my well-defined collarbones and shoulder. I've seen in my peripheral vision how boys ogled as I walk through this school's hallway. I secretly laughed when some boys bumped into each other because they were busy looking at me.
I glance at myself in the glassed walled-rooms and saw my off-shouldered red cropped top paired with my white LV mini-skirt swaying along as I walk. I was really eager to showcase my self. Like I am in a runway. Sorry, dear. This face and body deserves a public display.
"When marimba rhythm starts to play…" I softly sang as my hips walked and swayed with its tune. I waved with people who waved at me especially to those giggling girls who knew that I am far ahead of them in terms of beauty, fashion and sexiness.
Well, I'm used to this campus scenario everyday. Drooling boys, envious girls, raised-brow college professors, low-profiled individuals tailing me to praise me vocally, and etcetera blah blah blah.. whatever. I rolled my eyes in annoyance as I witnessed two girls whispering bad things about me.
"My gosh, K. Don't make a scene," she strongly get a grip on my arm when she noticed I wanted to get near them. I will just give those two ugly frogs a lesson they won't forget.
"Lucky for the both of them I don't give attention to frogs," I intentionally said it aloud. Their brows automatically raised. I raise my brow as well. Are we in a raised-brow competition? Because mine can top up to Mt. Everest!
"So it would be definitely better to let it pass. Let's go. I'm hungry." She dramatically exclaimed she walked ahead of me my brow again raised. I want it to rest, but some things are just so annoying.
"Ops, in case you forgot, girl," I reminded her when we both noticed I was already at the back. So, I swiftly maneuvered to move ahead of her.
Fine, I am mean and dramatic. I just don't want anyone ahead of me. Even when walking. So, back of bitch, the runway should be centered on me.
"There you are, girl. That's where you belong." I reminded her calmly in a warning tone.
"Oh my gosh, K. We're in college now! You are really an immature btch," she said very displeased.
I just rolled my eyes and continued singing the song that kept reigning on my mouth.
When we arrived at the school's cafeteria we directly went to our own spot. Our little territory. It's a set of table and chairs good for ten people. Since I am a queen here, me, Mirth, my other best friend Disney, and my boyfriend are the only ones allowed to sit here. Not to mention some certain individuals I allow to sit here in my territory including the boys I like.
"Oh? Seven's still not here yet?" That's what Mirth said when we arrived.
Seven.
Just the sound of his name sent something inside me I choose not to me because it's foreign.
And that jerk? Where in the heck is he up until now? I'm hungry already and the eff of him to let me wait here. I checked my wristwatch and he is one-minute late for our lunch meeting that we have agreed yesterday. My teeth gritted. Is he planning to starve me to death?
I got my phone from my LV bag and dialed his number. My eyes rolled when he answered it after the first ring.
"H-hello, babe. Sorry, I'll be late. We're having an exam in Calculus," Seven whispered.
Babe. Yeah, you heard it, right.
"Are you nuts? You? Of all people? Will let me wait here for you!? I am famished! My gosh, Seven! We agreed. You promised! Now if you don't want me to break up with you, descend from there now!" Do I give a heck about that nerd? No!
"B-but babe--"
I ended the call without letting him say anything. My mood was immediately ruined. If only I could flip this table over, I will. I am that hungry. My English teacher, Ms. McKenzie let me made a one thousand word essay as a punishment for wearing something sexy while I am at her class. The heck I care! If I know she's just jealous of me, because she definitely looked like an old hag who wasn't able to experience be cherry-popped.
After a while, I saw Seven breathless and with eyes never leaving me. I could guess he was breathless running from eight floor to here leaving his last class in the morning which is Calculus. He was looking at me intently he didn't notice the football captain, together with his team, walking towards him. Brent, the football captain, grabbed Seven's collar to punch him. Seven was poker-faced as he was saying sorry but everyone in the cafe forgot how to breath, including me. I rolled my eyes in annoyance.
Stupid.
"Ugh!" I cupped my forehead. My boyfriend's stupidity is out of the universe. Like he doesn't seem to care about the boys intentional fight over him after we got together. Or maybe he was just so mesmerized with my beauty he can't take my eyes off of him. Uhh, I'm starting to self-hate because my beauty is bringing trouble to him always. Well, Aki, never mind. They'll probably tell you're being arrogant instead of being honest.
And I don't want to forget the real intention of him being my boyfriend. Jealous boys would be great for him!
All my thoughts vanished when I saw Mirth defending Seven over Brent. Like a superhero Flash bitch. I was just opined for a moment and then, voila! There she is!
Brent doesn't want to let him go as Mirth negotiate to let it pass. The football captain doesn't seem to care. But when Mirth pointed me as she was talking to Brent, everyone looked at me. I smiled and gave a flying kiss for Brent. Maybe that would be enough to let my boyfriend go. With that, like a magic, he waved back and let my boyfriend and Mirth go. Arsehole! That's why I don't want playboys like him, a maniac and an opportunist, most especially to women as alluring as me. I laughed inwardly as I realized Mirth's beauty didn't took effect on Brent.
"Sorry babe, uhh, h-hi," he simply fixed his sweaty head with some pieces of hair sticking to it hoping he'd look handsome. His glasses almost fell. He looked funny and pathetic with that act. I rolled my eyes for the millionth time and I can't hide the disgust in my face.
"Babe, I think you should go to the counter now or you'll be sorry."I fanned my self using my hand as I pushed him away for the counter.
I. Am. So. Effing. Hungry.
"Y-yes, babe."Immediately he headed to the counter.
As I studied his back, I looked at his loose jeans with no belt on it made him uncomfortable to walk. What the heck is that fashion he's been up to? So vintage! I shook my head in disbelief. Does he have a severe damage on his brain for the part of fashion sense?
"Seven, what a waste," out of nowhere Mirth said in a dreamy tone. Maybe we have the same idea as we were looking at him walking towards the counter.
My brows furrowed. I know Mirth feels something special or sensual or whatever it is for Seven. That explains her taste suddenly shifted to boys who studies and also are good looking. Because even though his fashion seemed so out of the modern world's league, we can't deny that he is yummy and hot to look at. He does my school stuffs, too!
A waste? That's an understatement knowing that I am his girlfriend.
"What the eff, Mirth? Are you dumb? Have you forgotten why I choose him over all the boys? Because he's good in academe and he's cute, too. Aside from that," I bit my lip when I remembered how hot he was when he gave me his first kiss. My cheeks flushed. Mirth waited like a fool for me to continue something fishy about us, but no. I won't tell. "It's a secret.." It's only for me. That kiss was shameful but I can't help but flushed about it.
Frustration and envy were written on her face as she tried to open the topic again.
"Come on, tell me!"
"Girl, calm your tits down," her newly-polished nails are digging my soft skin it hurts. "And why would I tell you about us, on that part?" My one brow rising.
"Because I have a huge crush on him! And I want my cherry to taste something unique and fun yet boring guy like your guy. In short, a nerdy mind-blowing sex! That would be a total turn on! Sadly, you came to his life first and I have to look for someone like him. Nerdy but hotty and yummy---"
The thought cringed. Y to the U to the C to the K to the highest!
"Ewww! Mirth! You. Are. So. Gross! Yes. We kissed! But we didn't come to a point that I decided immediately my cherry be popped by my boyfriend. Mine.. it's off limits," that's why no matter how good the kiss is and how carried away I am, I always pull myself back because… I don't want to be just like my mom.
People usually think that I am canker on the loose but believe me, I've never ever got to the point of loosing my mind to carelessly give up my virginity. And that's the biggest misconception they think highly of me. That I am a rebel willing to spread my legs wide to every guy who shows interest towards me or otherwise… that even the kind and innocent Seven was included on my merciless list.
But I know he's different. Seven's different. I can swiftly tell.
Here's what I wanted to say with my middle finger proudly standing for them.. The image that I portray outside doesn't really define the real me and whatever they say against me won't affect me at all. I live by my rules and whatever they say, even when they say one plus one equals ten, I will proudly approve, with slow claps.
I am that supportive.
"Hmm, well, you can't blame me. You guys reached one month, we thought you're going to dump him after day one. Turns out, you stayed together longer than what everyone expected. That only means," she cliff hanged what she's about to say, malice evident on her face.
Oh! I know what she's thinking.
"Are you cracking up a joke?" I need to cut off with what she thinks. "Why would I even fall for that ugly guy? He's just a solution for my dumb brain so cut it out, nutshell," a part of me wanted to held back what I said because my heart is against it but I already said the words.
"Oh no, dear. I didn't said that." She sound unconvinced. "But if everything about him wears you out, I'll accept him with legs wide open." She said defensively I choose to shut my mouth up.
And what the hell is she saying if he'll wear me out? Heck no! I mean, I wouldn't give him to her. Disney would be better, or anyone with a good reputation. But the idea didn't helped my grumbling heart.
I want to give justice to what I said. I want him to stay because I need him. I choose to let him stay in my life even if I don't want to because he always helps me. Like, a lot. May it the research, the projects, assignments, baby thesis, name it. He helps big time on that part. That's why I don't want to let him go. And I have so much plans to get done. If I'll let him go, not now, not yet. And why the hell am I convincing my heart over something?
"But I wonder about the part where you get to the base," seductively, Mirth said as she traced her candle-like fingers on my shoulders.
Base? The eff! We only kissed and that happened only once for Pete's sake!
I glared at her evilly. "Mirth, I'm stupid but my screws haven't been loose yet." If she's thinking that I am up to pop my cherry with random guys, no no and no. Seven's not random but still no.
"Hey there, handsome," Mirth greeted towards the most uncool yet handsome guy the whole population of the campus have known. His hair has been fixed already, in his own taste.
"Mirth, thank you for helping me out about the incident." Shyly, he said. Making him look… okay, I hate to say this, adorable. "Babe, vanilla ice cream cake for you. Your favorite." I heard him say softly.
I straightened on my seat and when I looked at him he's face was too near me my heart was so shocked I slightly pushed him. He was also unprepared with what happened he lost a grip of the platter with a vanilla cake on it. It fell on me. My skirt got so dirty. I rose from my seat out of rage and discomfort.
My LV skirt!
"What the hell, Seven?!" I exclaimed with my hearts content.
He was speechless for a moment before he decided to take off his hanky from his pocket. To add the humiliation I feel, when he took out his hanky, the coins from his pocket tagged along as well. It fell on the floor which created big noises I cussed loudly. Now, everyone's looking at us!
The crowd laughed and I was fuming mad and ashamed at the same time.
And seriously? Coins? Fvck them. Does he have some decency with what he's doing? He is so cheap and pathetic!
"S-sorry, babe. I didn't mean to," he unexpectedly kneeled in front of me the people booed. I gasped in horror. He was about to wipe the debris on my legs but tried to kick him to stop. I am so humiliated to the tenth power!
Unfortunately, with what I did, he fell on the floor butt landed first.
"Aki!" Mirth stopped when she saw what I did to Seven. "You're too much!" She made her way to help him got up from his feet.
Another cuss came out from my mouth. He is too weak and unsteady I became the people's enemy. Again.
"Go together, you idiots!" I yelled at them and the rage and disappointment is evident on my face. No, everyone's face actually. My new Louis Vuitton skirt got so messy my heart ached due to hatred.
I heard ghosts of whispers as I paved my way to the ladies room. They say I'm over reacting, too artsy, screw-ish because only of that simple skirt. This is a designer's brand but I really don't care about it.
I didn't notice tears streaming down my face as I tried to clean my skirt at the ladies room's sink. Good thing no one's there. I know I was at fault, too. But realizing they didn't know the real reason of my pain only added the agony I feel inside.
I heard a soft knock from outside.
"Babe?"
I wasn't able to answer back. Good thing I'm calm now after seeing my skirt's fine. The vanilla's color is still there but it's bearable. Lucky him it's my favorite flavor. I analyzed my reaction recently and I was reminded it was a little bit off. My nose cringed. He was just trying to give me that cake. But why is he so foolish and weak?
I inhaled deeply and cleaned my face. I cleaned my skirt more but the color didn't changed so I fixed my mind and accept that clothes can be washed.
"What, jerk?" I welcomed him with a poker faced as I opened the door and he was there waiting apologetically.
My eyes directly diverted at the small box he was holding.
"I-I'm really sorry, babe. It wasn't my intention. Please accept this cake, please," his voice pleading and he looked softly refreshing with that calm and sincere face my heart melted. But I don't want to show it. But my traitor eyes teared up.
Who the eff am I to remain hard as a rock? I am human, too. I need love and affection my dear family can't give me. I am simply touched with simple things and simple gestures so I willingly accepted the box. He is one of the genuine people I know. Someone I can proudly say my person. He won't let me deal things alone, especially if he knows I am hungry.
His stupidity? It's not really the main reason of my outburst.
It's not the LV skirt or the way it got dirty. People think that was it and I am rude. It's just that this skirt is just the only precious thing my father gave me with a very high price I feel like when he gave me this when he got nothing from his pocket, I was the most valued person in the whole universe. It was a first that he gave me value using a material that's so expensive during its time of trend. I'm sorry, dad. I messed it up.
Reminiscing my old poor dad brought me tears again. He was so loving and kind back then he could give me the world.
Yeah, it really sounds absurd but what can I do? This skirt was the only skirt I have an intense connection back then when dad was still emotionally fine. When everything was still fixed with candies, band-aids, hugs and kisses.
I looked at him intently as he was staring innocently back at me. I stared at him bottom to top, like I used to and stared longer at I his damaged shoes with a hole on the tip. I feel so bad about it. Dang with this guy, he's sending me angelic auras.
I need to make it up to him. My time is free!
"Bring me to the streets. Let's have our date there." I said while pouting. Trying to look cute. I really wanted him to bring me there so that I can also buy him a new pair of shoes.
An apology gift it is.
I don't say sorry, I act!
He smiled sweetly and fixed his glasses as he nodded.
I smiled back.
He's giving that smile again giving me chills. It's contagious.
He grabbed me by my arm and then off we go to the place that witnessed how good our relationship is.