Friends

Fighting him was no use because I was obviously overpowered and I looked like a fool trying to fight back. And so even though I don’t agree to what he wants I just let him take me to god knows where.

“You’ve been frowning, it doesn’t suits you,” and he even has the audacity to laugh at me.

“If it wasn’t for the inequality in our body, you wouldn’t have the chance to do what you just did. This will be the last time you’re doing this to me, Hernandez.”

“Good thing I have muscles. Who knew it’ll serve other purpose let alone add to my charm.” He even flexed in front of me which made me roll my eyes.

“Charm? What are you high school?”

“Why? Can’t college students make use of such words?”

“What a cornball human being,” and I shook my head in disappointment as I took a spoonful of my lunch.

“Wow, you’re calling me a cornball?” amazement laced in his tone.

“I just did. Keep up, Hernandez.” His mouth form an ‘o’ in disbelief and it took him a minute or two to recover. He started spouting more nonsense things that result me to throwing whatever I lay my hands on.

“Are you not being ashamed of what you’re saying?” I asked him.

“Of course… I am,” and we both laughed.

“If only I have a holy water right now, I would bathe you with it.”

“Way to go for exaggerating, Sanchez.”

“Exaggerating, my ass,” was the last thing I said before leaving him, again.

He was fast to catch up and started taking back whatever he said a while ago. He kept on telling me that he only said such thing to make me laugh because I looked dishearten.

“It wasn’t true. It was joke, okay? A joke, don’t you what that is?” he kept on convincing me but I would just sneered at him because I really don’t care.

“You do what you want to do, Hernandez. I don’t care,” and for the nth time, I rolled my eyes at him.

“Keep on rolling your eyes at me, you’ll be surprise it’ll remain that way,” he tried scaring me but to no avail. What am I, a kid?

“Good afternoon, class. I believe this is BS Bio 2-3?” was the first thing the guy said as he enters our room.

“Yes,” we answered to which he nods at.

“Great. I’m Mr. Dizon and I’ll be your professor in Biophysics. Let’s start our lesson with measurement. I believe this will just serve as a review to all of you since you’ve already learned this in your senior high school?”

We just nodded at him. He then started writing on the board such things as kinematic equations and Newton’s law of motions. Definition of measurement, precision, accuracy, percentage error, percentage difference, significant figures, and up until to conversion of units. Just by looking at the board, with some much term and definition plus the brain-racking equations, it’ll surely make your head ache. I’ve studied this last night, but physics wasn’t just my strong suit. Good thing the lessons were pretty easy since it’s just the start of class, but the following weeks we’ll have solid mechanics.

“Hey, do you understand a thing?” asked Hernandez.

“Yeah”

“Good for you. I hate this subject,” he replied and he looked so down, “Why would the school arrange our schedule in a way that we have Biophysics and Biostatistics all in one day? My brain cells are deteriorating,” he added.

“If you’ll just rant all day then better not attend school anymore.”

“I’m ranting, yes, but that doesn’t mean that I don’t want to attend school. I just want to release my frustration in this manner. You’re so judgmental,” and he even pouted.

He’s so childish and he even… pouted. Does he think he looked cute? And he even made me his diary. I can’t believe him.

“You’re really not going to say anything? C’mon speak up, this is a democratic country.” See? He’s too chatty for a guy.

“You know what, stop making me your human diary because I don’t care. And would you please stop blabbing nonsense because it starting to piss me off.”

“I’m not making you my human diary, this is what friends do. Do you wan— "

“Friends?” I asked him with squinted eyes.

“Yes,” he answered and point his fingers at us, “We, this is called friendship, right?” he confirmed.

“Nah-uh, you got it all wrong. Not because I’m letting you hang out with me means we’re friends. You and I are acquaintances,” I directly told him and that seems to take a toll in him because he was shockingly laughed at what I said.

“Okay, I understand if that’s how you think. I mean, the first time I had a conversation with you, I knew that you’re different.”

“What do you mean different?” looks like he got what I meant because he repeatedly shook his head.

“No, huh, that’s not what I meant,” he denied, “It’s just that you’re kind of scared to be attached to someone. You keep your distance. Yes, you’re civil with them but that’s just it. You’re mum most of the time unless it involves school works. And you blatantly don’t give a damn to whatever they’re going to think about you,” he explained.

“So, you think you knew me because of what you said you think I am?” I asked irritation laced my tone.

“No, it’s not that. I’ve said what I said based on my observations.”

“So what am I now, your guinea pig?”

“No! You’re misinterpreting this. I mean no harm, okay? I just want to be friends.”

“And I don’t want to,” I said with finality and I turned my back at him.

He hurriedly went in front of me and offered his hand.

“Friends?” he insisted not taking his hand in front of me. I just looked at his hands and raised my brow.

“C’mon it’s rude not to accept this. Just accept my offer as your friends and there’ll be perks and you’ll enjoy my company,” he persuaded.

“Is this you selling yourself to me just to be my friend?”

“Well, yeah? Just accept it, Sanchez. I promise you, you’ll not regret this decision.” He’s indeed going to push this matter until he made me say yes. And I know that he’ll keep on pestering me till I agree to his so-called “friendship”.

“What, Sanchez? I’m waiting,” What an ass.

I looked at him and he has this goofy smile plastered on his face while I crossed my arms and boringly looked at him. He wiggled his brows at me and looked at his hands and then looked at me. I guess there’s just no other way out but to accept that hand.

“Fine.” and I shook his hand.

“Finally,” he answered and firmly shook my hand while smiling very widely. I just don’t get him and this friendship thing. So what if we’re friends? Can’t we just stay as classmates and nothing more?

This kind of relationship tends to complicate things. Eventually, he’ll have a say with my decision and choices in life, then I’ll be oblige to sympathize with him when he’s feeling down, say some comforting words and pats him on his back, listen to all his rants in life, join him every lunch, and maybe even have some “bonding”. Then he’ll start to ask me about my families and my deepest darkest secrets. And knowing him, he might even invite me to a pajama party or maybe overnight? Who knows? He’s Hernandez and he was such an unpredictable and spontaneous person.