It's all my fault, but she shouldn't point that out to me.
No matter how many times I apologize to her, she still won't forgive me.
We argue many times over and over again. And so that our argument does not escalate, I am the one who voluntarily tolerates it.
I spend reading a book in the library. Recess, and I also want to be able to think properly. But with every line I read in the book, I remembered Adele's lyrics better.
Should I give up…
Or should I just keep chasing pavement…
Even if it leads nowhere.
I immerse myself in Adele's Chasing pavement.
I'm getting too carried away with Adele's song, so I moved to a piece of new music.
Unfortunately, I remember what happened to Jessica and me in the new song I was listening to. I immediately shuffle my playlists again. I hope there is a song that suits my ears. Finally, this song is better than the previous three.
I remember once we argued because I preferred to watch Abra's mall show before our date. At least I got there. But I'm a little bit late.
I also remember we argued with that Rh Bill. Why it should be discarded rather than passed.
We also argued for lowering and increasing prices.
Petty fights that lead to her becoming huffy sometimes lead to cool-offs.
I also remember what our last argument was. I forgot our monthsary. My classmates invited me to watch Looney's flip-top battle. I was happy then, so I failed in my mind the day Jessie and I will go on a date.
My cellphone rang many times. I did not even look at who was calling me. I was so carried away by what I was watching. I was happy about that, but I did not notice that someone was waiting for me. That I have something to prioritize over watching this Flip battle.
The next day, the two of us talked.
She feels annoyed with mixed anger. I can't paint what kind of expression she shows me.
"I try to understand you, Xavier but why do you seem to not want to understand." Jessica spoke to me.
"Understanding" I need you to understand me, Jessie! I replied.
This time I felt that Jessica could not understand me. I feel like he doesn't like the things I want to do.
Her eyes widened when she heard that from me. I saw a sad face on her. Eyes that seem to be crying. I suddenly turned around and walked away.
"Are you tired of our cat fight?" she asked me.
I stopped suddenly but did not speak. I just sighed, closed my eyes, and just continued my walk.
I did not know what to say to her, but I suddenly uttered a word. "We are just like this, Jessie. It's boring. Sick and tire."
I'm such a scumbag to make the girl I loved to cry. I really love her, but it doesn't seem good for the two of us to be together if we are always like this.
Jessi was in Section B, and I am in section D. Even though we are the same age, Jessie thinks more deeply. She understands me better. Jessica understands a lot of things. I don't know from that woman why she liked me.
I want to see her and talk to her again. We did not have a formal break-up, and in fact, it was my fault.
I cried unconsciously. One of my classmates, who was also reading with me, tapped me. I just smiled and said I was fine.
I love Jessica. So dearly.
I got up from my seat and decided to look for Jessie.
I will apologize to her and tell her I need him in my life. It seemed such a drama, though, but that is the truth. Even though we were arguing and quarreling, she was still my heartbeat.
As I walked, I thought I could tell Jessie. Of course, for her to like me, I will go through the former flip top. That's where it all started. That's how I courted with her.
I went around the whole school. I went to the cafeteria. I also peeked into Jessica's classroom. I also went to a place where we hang-out. Jessica was not there in all those places. So I thought of going through the gym as well.
When I found her outside the gym, I saw her talking to coach Chris.
Why are they both having fun? What's with them?
I also saw Yael, the reprimanding senior, watching them too. He is also happy. What exactly is there?
I suddenly looked at the second floor. From the second floor, Jessie's Fil-American classmate could hear. He seems angry. I do not understand.
Our American classmate.
Do they like Jessie?
Does Jessie like sir Chris? It was obvious in her smile.