Luna's Point of View
I arrived at school early because I went with my mom and dad. Today, they're going to talk to Sky about stopping our guitar lessons. Mama was furious when she found out that I wasn't learning anything in our sessions with Sky.
Sky did his best to teach me, but I'm the one with the problem.
It's actually a good thing that the lessons will stop so that I can spend less time with Sky. I don't want to be a hindrance to other girls trying to get Sky's attention. With so many girls liking him, what if he only chooses me? I might not even make it home with my hair intact. If we just spend recess together, so many people get angry at me.
We bumped into Sky while he was sweeping the hallway.
Mama approached Sky, and I was left with papa. I couldn't hear their conversation because they seemed to be whispering to each other. I saw Sky looking at me, but when he noticed that I was also looking at him, he quickly looked away. Sky had his head bowed while mama was talking to him. It looked like he was scolded because of what I did.
After their conversation, I walked with Sky to the classroom.
I felt shy talking to him because of what I said to him last night in our messages. Ate Rosie told me that Sky waited for almost two hours in front of our house, and it was raining, and I didn't show up.
Ugh! I am the worst.
I looked at him to see what he was doing.
I blushed when I saw that he was shyly looking at me.
What the heck?!
"H-Hello?" I waved at him.
He just smiled and continued with what he was doing. We were having our Biology class, and we were drawing the parts of a cell.
Are you back in sixth grade, girl?
Oh, damn. What's wrong with you, Sky? Are you sick or something?
"Luna," I heard him call my name.
I turned to him. "What?"
"I'll teach you guitar lessons for free," he said with a smile.
My world stopped when I heard what he said, plus his beautiful smile. Damn it, Sky. I might swear in all languages with what you're doing.
"What did mama tell you?" I asked.
He just shook his head and continued with his work.
I don't know what happened to you last night. I don't know what mama told you either. I won't ask her since she won't tell me anyway.
After two subjects, I went to the cafeteria to meet Bryan. He said he would lend me a pocketbook because according to him, I don't have any excitement in my body.
You have no idea, Bryan. Tsk.
"Read this so you'll have some excitement in your body," he said as he handed me a pocketbook with a cheesy title.
"The... lost... tape... of... our... VCD."
So old-fashioned.
"This is from my great-grandma's time, huh?" I joked.
He pouted and took the book. "I self-published this, and you're just making fun of it. Do whatever you want."
I laughed and took the book from him.
"Fine, I'll take it home and read it."
"Pay me," he grinned.
"Huh? Is this mandatory?" I complained.
"Fine. Since we're besties, I'll give it to you for free. Let me sign it first." He took the book and signed it.
I'm not really fond of reading these kinds of books. I prefer watching soap operas over these. But it looks like I'll be forced to read Bryan's story, right? When it comes to Bryan's works, honest critique is necessary, and you need to know what you're critiquing.
I was left alone in the cafeteria because he said he had to go ahead. While I was in the hallway, I suddenly remembered that I left a ballpoint pen in the music room. I think it fell when Sky pulled me in there.
Never mind. Bryan's already destroyed the cap anyway.
I noticed many students running towards the garden. They all had ballpoint pens with them.
I wonder what's going on?
I saw students crowding in front of a large freedom wall near the garden. They were sticking papers there, and what is it— I saw Sky among the group in front of the freedom wall?
Damn it, Sky! What are you sticking there?
He left after sticking a yellow paper in the top corner of the freedom wall.
I can't reach that. What's that all about?
I took out a scratch paper from my pocket and tore off a small portion.
You're... cute...
Signed,
Lunacakes.
I stuck what I wrote using the tape I found in the corner of the freedom wall.
I went back to the classroom, but I was surprised when I couldn't reach the paper. I was curious about what was written on it.
I took my bag because Bryan texted me that our Chemistry teacher was not stopping with the lecture.
As I entered the classroom, I caught our teacher giving a sermon because there were only a few students even though she reminded everyone in the group chat yesterday to attend.
Wait.
Something's missing.
I looked at the seat beside me and noticed that it was empty. Usually, when I enter the classroom from our class, Jude is already there. I looked at the front part of the classroom and saw him sitting in his proper seat. His last name is Aguirre.
He didn't even glance at me throughout the period. Is he avoiding me?
After our class with ma'am, I approached him to ask if he had a copy of the charts from earlier.
"Jud—"
He just walked past me and went straight to our other classmate.
"Uh, Jude, maybe you want to—"
I was cut off when he suddenly walked toward the vice president of our classroom, Agnes.
I nodded silently and took my bag to go to our classroom.
"Wait!" I heard Jude call out. "You're not playing fair." He added.
"I thought you wouldn't even greet me anymore. I just want to borrow some notes," I pouted.
"I'll send them to you later at home. I took pictures of everything." He said.
I nodded.
"And, uh, about what you said earlier about having coffee, sure," he said shyly.
"Okay. After school," I smiled.
"I-I understand that you're not ready to accept my confession yet, but I'm willing to wait if you're ready." He shyly smiled.
"Okay."
I went straight to the classroom after chatting with Jude. He's a fun person. He talks a lot and has many stories. He said he's happy when he's with me. I'll let him be friends with me. He's not awkward to be with.
I saw Sky busy counting the piled papers on the teacher's table while the girls in our classroom were talking to him.
I sat down and put on my earphones. The bell will ring in a little while.
I looked up at the person standing in front of me. Sky.
"What now?" I asked irritably.
He handed me a small folded yellow paper.
"I saw you reaching for that earlier," he said and slung his bag over his shoulder before leaving.
I opened the paper he gave me. Why does it look familiar?