8 The First Option Part 1
I remember a boy today while I was in a bus terminal, this place was the last place I got to talk to him.
I miss his smile, his warm breath, his smell, his skin, his love for me.
A new project was handed out to us in class by the professor, and since I really needed the points and a good grade for the last semester before graduating, I was willing to be a leader for it. I raised my hand and uttered, "Sir, whatever you have there for us, please pick me to lead a group! I would do my best to achieve the goal". Certainly Ms. Marryl, I commend your initiative and class be proud you have a good role model in Jill. Maybe anyone else can volunteer, I will group this class into two with 10 members each. The details are posted on the board by tomorrow, please be guided properly and organize. This is the most critical time for graduating students here, some of you might have to work harder. Thank you Sir, See you again tomorrow!.
Ever since my break up with Sol, I didn't have any time wasted, and like a raging bull, I was only targeting a goal to finish my degree in Fine Arts as fast as I can. My goal "More studying until, I heal my heart". I tried to imagine a place where I can sit somewhere sip coffee and paint all day, and maybe write a book, about heartaches and life.
The project is a big deal, and I was running towards my classroom when I was stopped by a group of Boys who are wearing funny looking badges on their shirts. It read "S and S". I was wondering what the "S" is for maybe "stupid and stupider"? I laughed hard without looking behind me, and I saw Cherry with a guy, and she's crying. Whatever happened to her? crying this early. I didn't try to intrude until maybe she talk to me about it. Then one of the boys in the "S group" walked up to me and said do you have a mobile phone? I said yes, but quickly regretted answering so fast. Then give me your number, he took out his phone and asked me to type it on his screen. My hands shaking, and freakishly gave a smile so awkward I even cringed at myself. I didn't ask why because his eyes was locked onto mine so intently.
There I entered it, happy now? Yes the boy said. The names Carl by the way. Thanks Jill.. Marryl, what an odd name, and he left. Goodness why am I a magnet of rude boys? Am I some kind of target, maybe S stands for Sucker and a total Shit head. I was like frustrated with those kind of boys, but there I was still freezing when they suddenly ask for my number. Maybe that's my weakness, being asked on the spot, not good at saying No!, and just regretting it afterwards. Why?...why?..Me?đ
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