Another school day for me to squander my time. Another day of wasting my time with people who couldn't care less about me and only cared about themselves. Different dates and days, but same emotions and the same life. When was all of this nothingness going to end? Will it ever be over?
I'm walking into school wearing headphones and listening to Harry Styles' unmistakable voice. I'm not sure why so many people dislike him when the majority of his songs are fantastic. Have you heard Two Ghosts, one of his songs? I'd say the lyrics' meaning is extremely painful; how much more so if you truly feel the song's emotion? In fact, Harry has a unique style that is both cool and eccentric. Whose man would ever wear ladies' clothing on the big screen and look good doing it? Only Harry Styles.
Anyway, I need to go to the library to look for something for my History class that I couldn't find yesterday. As I walked to the library, someone called my name again. Yes, you're right. People enjoy calling my name, and most of the time, they only need something or want me to do something. This isn't new to me, but I'd like to correct my previous statement that it's better than nothing. Nothing else happens, so this is preferable. I hope you get what I'm saying.
'Audri, Audria,' he calls out.
Audri? I thought to myself.
I tried to ignore the familiar voice calling my name and concentrate solely on Harry, but I couldn't. You'll understand why later. So I turned around, only to discover that I had been misled. A new person is calling out my name. What is his name?
'Yeah?' I responded and began scanning his face.
'You're Audri, right?' I look at him and he's got the Joker's grin on his face.
'Actually, it's Audria. But, yes, I wouldn't have to turn around if that wasn't my name.'
'That's what I thought as well,' he added, smiling once more.
'And what do you need from me?' I'm telling you, we're in the middle of campus, where no one else is. We are the only ones standing here. So, this is a little... annoying.
'My name is Nilliam,' he introduced himself, and he extended his right hand to me. Oh, wow, this is something new!
'Hmm?' I'm not sure what to say. But, is he making fun of me? Anyway, I turn around and continue walking.
'Hey, hey.' He called me again. 'What's wrong?', he added.
There's nothing wrong. I'm THE wrong one.
I continue walking, still listening to Harry. However, this person has a difficult time understanding basic concepts. He stopped me from walking and grabbed my arm. So I turned around and stared him down once more. Please, Audria, keep your cool.
'Exactly what do you want?' I'm giving him the most poker-face he's ever seen.
'I know it's crazy, but... I'd like to be your friend.' CRAZY? Is making friends with me a crazy idea?
'I think you're right. You're insane. Please do not follow me.' Then I turned my back from him.
HARRY? Please save me right now!
I enter the library and set my bag on top of an empty table. I enjoy visiting the library. Do you want to know why? Aside from being quiet, it recognizes that I overthink every night and that I am welcome to sleep here at any time. Isn't that amazing? Instead of doing my research here, I'm going to sleep.
But there's something bothering me. Every time I close my eyes to sleep, I see the Joker's face. Why? This is something I've never done before. Should I make a big deal out of it? I'm curious.
Based on what I saw earlier, I would say he has a look that most girls like because his eyes appear to be very expressive. His face is shaped like an apple, albeit not a perfectly shaped apple. His eyes are the color of coffee, he has a not-so-pointy nose that fits his face perfectly, and his lips are a little red that appears to have been bitten. His hair is as dark as the night, and he is generally attractive. He's 6 inches taller than me, and judging by how he grabbed my arm earlier, he has a smooth palm. You may be wondering how I remembered all of his facial features, but I'll be honest: I have no idea. I guess he has this thing, like a connection, that I noticed back then. For the time being, that's all I have to say. But...
'Why am I thinking of him?'
I was about to fall asleep when I was startled awake in my seat, my face resting on the table's surface.
I was well aware of what he was attempting to do. He wishes to be my friend, and then he will do to me what others have done to me. That's not hard to understand, especially since he just barged in and offered me his hand for no apparent reason. I doubt there isn't one. He'll probably mock me, just like the rest of the people who know my name. But do I really give a damn? It's fine with me as long as no one is harmed. Should I forego doing so? That appears to be a near-impossible task.
I'm not in the mood to sleep any longer, and the bell will ring at any moment to start the day's first class. I also need to go to the store to get a new pen because my old one was stolen the day before. My block mates are like animals. They enjoy hunting for things, even if they don't own them.
So, after the first three classes, I have a four-hour break. I'm not sure how they manage to stick to such a bad schedule. Consider taking a four-hour break and then returning for a short-duration class. Why didn't they just add the last of the three subjects I had, and then I could go home and come back tomorrow because I don't have classes anymore? Isn't that a bit difficult?
I walked out of class and will be watching a movie at a nearby shopping mall later today. I haven't looked at the schedule for today, but I was hoping to see a romantic comedy or something. I enjoy watching romantic movies and observing the actors' facial expressions. It astounds me how they can project such emotion even when they are well aware that they are not truly feeling it. Is it true that they can feel the lines on their scripts while reading them aloud in front of an audience? If that's the case, what's the point of calling it "acting" if the actors are genuinely emotional? Perhaps I should try talking to myself in the mirror.
'Audri!'
Someone is calling out my precious name once more. How come these people are so attached to me?
'Audri!'
I'm sorry, but I don't want to talk to anyone right now. No, not today.
'Audri!'
Stop calling me, please!
'What?' I spun around. It's him once more. 'What do you want?'
'Where are you going?' he asks, his smiling again.
'Why?' I replied. I appeared to be annoyed.
'Do you want to hang out with me?' he inquired.
'What? Why?' I'm a bit confused.
He says, 'I don't need anything from you, Audri.' 'All I want to do is make friends with you.'
I'm not sure if it's a ruse, but when I look into his eyes, it's as if he's saying, 'Trust me, Audri.' So, this could be a trap...
'No,' I answered, 'And by the way, stop calling me Audri.'
'Okay then, I'll come with you.' He's putting a lot of pressure on me.
'What? No!' I exclaimed.
'We can take photos somewhere if you want.'
Wow! And now he wants to convey to me that he is aware of the things I enjoy doing. He wishes to inform me that he sees me. Stupid.
'I have something else to do, okay?' I say as I turn around and walk away from him.
'Wait a minute, Audri, I mean Audria.' He's grabbed my arms once more. I take a deep breath and take a step back.
I lock my gaze on him. It's the most stunning pair of eyes I've ever seen. Even Harry's eyes couldn't match his.
'Um... I'd like to get to know you.' He said.
I untangled his hand to my arm and then started walking, but he was still following me.
"I'd like to get to know you." That's the dumbest thing I've heard today, aside from our professor telling us that vegans could still eat meat. When we asked how, he said to powder or chop the vegetables and spices into tiny pieces, then mix it with egg and flour to make meatballs. What about the eggs, I wondered? It came from chickens. I mean, how stupid was that?
'You already know my name, that's all you need to know,' I say in response to his stupid words.
'I'm interested in more than that.' He's adamant about it.
'I believe you recognize me, especially if you've been a student here for a long time.' I said to him seriously.
'ACinderella, right?', he added.
So, there you have it. I was right. I was entirely correct. This is a strategy of making fun of others. I'm extremely impressed.
'But I don't want to know ACindyrella.' He looked at me. 'I want to be friends with Audri, I mean Audria.'
I'm at a loss for words. Based on what he said in front of me, he appears to be serious. Nobody ever tried that on me, not even once, because the majority of the people here are aware of who I am. Is he a newcomer? For the record, if he's not new and doesn't know about me, there's probably something wrong. That is for sure.
'Do you have no idea who I am?'
'Audria Sabella,' he says.
My walk came to a halt. We're almost to the back gate of the school.
'That's not what I'm saying. 'Don't you know me?'
'I wouldn't say I want to know you if I already know you, would I?'
He's smiling at me once more.
'Are you serious? 'Are you new around here?'
'Ouch. That hurts.' He acted as if something had snatched his heart from within.
'What?' I stated.
'We've had a History class together for two years.'
'Really?'
Oh my goodness. But, seriously, if he's been in the same class for two years, but I've never seen him before. Is this how I care for my surroundings? Great.
'Yes! Nilliam is my name. 'You've never seen me before?'
I resume my walk and pass through the back gate. He's still after me.
'I'm sorry, but I don't know what the names of the other people are. I only know Gean and her circle of friends.'
'That's all right. You'll get to know who I am.' His teeth are erupting once more.
'Do you mind if I ask you a question?' I asked.
'Sure.'
'How do you manage to smile all the time?'
I get the car keys are in my bag.
'May I ask you a question as well?'
'Uh-huh.'
'How come you don't smile but still look so lovely?'
Is he serious right now? Because, even if what he said is flattering, I hope I know how to feel flattered.
'You must have a lot of time to waste,' I said, looking him in the eyes. I then proceeded to walk to the parking lot to go to my car.
'Yes, I do. 'Can I come with you the next time?'
He's really something, don't you think?
'Perhaps,' I said, giving him a blank look.
I get inside the car and continue my way to the street.
Do you know what's strange? Because if someone forced me to do something, I would do it immediately because I don't want to waste time talking to them. I will not hesitate to fulfill their request, but how come I see myself differently from that guy as I speak to him right now? Why am I irritated while he is adamant about his feelings for me? Did you notice it, too? Isn't this something new? What do you call something like this? Is this something to get excited about, or is it just another set of circumstances?