"She didn't belong anywhere and she never really belonged to anyone.
And everyone else belonged somewhere and to someone. People thought she was
too wonderful. But she only wanted to belong to someone.
People always thought she was too wonderful to belong to them or that something
too wonderful would hurt too much to lose. And that's why she liked him--
because he just thought she was crazy."
― C. JoyBell C.
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When I reach our designated classroom for this day, I immediately put my bag in the seat at the back, before I ducked my head on top of my arm-rest.
While I am resting my head in my armchair, I can't help to think about the jerk I saw a while ago...
Like what fucking hell is he doing here?
I don't remember Tita Agnes ever mentioned the fact that he will be studying in the same school as I am!
I thought he was still fixing his papers in the US! What happened now?
I sighed as my memories with him comes flashing like a broken film inside my head.
I messed my hair, as I groaned in dismay whenever I remember how stupid I was back then, believing his lies, I just can't help but feel as if I want to vomit somewhere. That thought is gross and stupid, only naive girls like I was back then would fell on his trap.
He's just like my dad, they are both assholes and a liar!
I bit my lower lip, as I fish my phone from my skirt, and log in with my RP account.
I press the status button and start typing how I hate this day. My status starts to boom with notification from my friend's comments asking me what happened. I just told them that I am going to tell them all of it in a private message.
They all agree with the idea, but then since they are too many of them, I just decided to build a GC exclusively for the internet people I consider as my real friends.
I then start to type my story on my phone with a wrinkled forehead and thin-lined lips. I am pissed, just by seeing his face, which I would love to claw anytime if I were to have a good chance.
I was so engrossed by telling them how my days started, that I didn't notice the time.
There are already a few of my classmates waiting for my instructor to start her class.
Some of them are chatting with each other, while others are silently playing in the corner, some are rushing themselves to finish our homework as they copy from my other classmates.
And since I have no circle of friends inside this classroom, nobody tries to approach my direction to chat with me too.
I already know that they already knew what will happen to them once they even tried to stick their nose to my business, so they don't mind my existence.
When I got tired of talking with my internet friends, I decided to duck my face again on the armrest, and start sleeping on top of my bag, which I am now hugging.
I love to make this soft bag of mine a pillow, for my bag looks like a cute fluffy bag of kindergarten with a teddy bear design.
If you know what I mean...
It is a cotton and fluffy backpack that looks like a teddy bear, which is usually used by kids, or babies.
At first, I didn't like the idea of using this at all...
I mean, who freaking F would even like the idea of using such a backpack if you already knew that you freaking look like a baby already, and use it for school?
It will only worsen my looks for I would look like an elementary student, base on how I look and also my height. But then, my sweet Lola Carmen insisted I use this bag before she died from cancer.
That Lola of mine adores me so much that even though she knew I am already old, she would still treat me as a baby.
And since that was her last will, I could say that it only left me with no choice but to just used this cute little backpack.
In fact, because of this lovely bag, I have Now a very comfortable and furry pillow that can serve as my pillow where I can rest my head to sleep.
I just stare at the window beside me, before darkness started to consume my consciousness.
****FAST FORWARD****
I was awakened when someone kicked my armchair.
I adversely look at my classmate seating at my back because of what he did, but he just points my front, using his lips.
The hell with this jerk ruining my sleep!
I look at our front, where my classmate is pointing at and was about to fell off my seat as I saw the person standing beside our instructor.
"I had been calling you, Ms. Constantine for so many times now..." said our strict middle age instructor.
"Why are you sleeping in a class hour, Ms. Constantine? Because of that behavior, you will be the one to tour our new classmate for this day. Do you understand?" she said in a very strict tone.
I can't still comprehend what's happening so I was left speechless at a moment before I tried to say a word.
"B-but M-ma'am-" I was about to complain when she cut me off...
"Do 'YOU' understand Ms. Constantine?" she asked me, as she said the words in wide eyes, like if she's telling me that I have no other choice but to do what she asked.
And because of that, it only leaves me to unwillingly nod my head to her saying "Y-Yes Ma'am."
I saw how Ace lips pull up a bit to form a small smirk, which he immediately change to his famous poker face.
"Do that after your class, ok? Mr. Smith, you can now seat next to Ms. Constantine" our teacher instructed, which he Immediately obliged.
Now I am stuck besides this asshole for the whole one hour and thirty minutes?
I now have the urge to change my seat just so I can be away with this liar.
But the asshole seems to be enjoying what's happening between us, as a small smile used to show in his pretty face, but fade eventually, as he saw me looking at him.
"Did you miss me that much that you cannot stop starring at me Tintin?" he said smirking while looking in his front.
"Huh! In your face asshole." I answered in a low voice to avoid getting the attention of our instructor.
"I just wonder how can I claw that annoying face of yours as our classes end," I added facing my front where our instructor is discussing her lessons for today.
"Why did you go back? You know you don't have to..." I bit my lips in annoyance.
"I wish to never see your face ever again. Why do you have to show up again when you're no longer needed Ace?" I said with a hint of bitterness in my voice.
I've bitten my lower lips so hard that I can now taste the metallic taste of my blood as I clutch my skirt so hard while trying to maintain my anger.
I so hate this day!
And the next day after this, and the next day again!
As long as I can see his face, I cannot stop myself from hating the day...
"You are not the boss of me Tintin. Don't you tell me what to do, my world does not just spin around you." He answered me with a serious voice, as he looks in our front.
I was taken aback by his words which made me look in his direction with wide eyes.
I was staring at his serious face when our instructor dismissed us.
He immediately stood from his feet, and walk towards the door to leave with his hands in his pocket, leaving me on my seat dumbfounded.
What is he so angry about?