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I've always disliked Khail simply because he is a snob and bossy individual. He acts all mighty during group performances and when he throws a joke, it's so old fashioned and corny to hear.

He is known in class as one of those people who has a sharp tongue, he uses it both as an expression and whenever he is mad.

I can still reminisce my memoir of our very first fight. It's an argument about a simple art material, a school glue. I remember how aggressive he was to me just because of an accusation that later gave him a second-hand embarrassment.

"Our classmate told me that you're the last one who used MY glue." He said trudging towards my seat, his face stoic.

"I don't have it. I placed it inside Ella's bag." I said calmly.

He nodded at first, then after a while came back with a serious face. I remained calm, despite hearing his next statement.

"She told me it's not there. You lost the glue. You irresponsible woman!" He sneered and folded his arms under his chest.

He was standing there, and I have to look up in order to directly meet his black orbs.

"I told you I don't have it! Check again." I said, trying to control my emotions from surging, slowly my anger is seething up. And I don't want that, I'm bad when I'm mad.

This time he didn't hold back his anger, even if our classmates are now turning their heads towards us just to watch the on-going fight.

"Fuck! Irresponsible woman!" He cussed, even pointed a finger at me.

And was like, (Woah, woah, woah...you are crossing the line!) I thought and start imagining how much power shall I gather within my fist. I didn't hurt him. I don't fight like that. I fight like this.

"Well, I'll guess I'll just buy you a new one, so pipe down. I'll give it to you later, during recess...cool?" I asked, sighing.

(I just want him to stop already.)

"Oh? Do you think that would fix the problem here?" He asked, his sarcasm overflowing, his eyes widening, really mad.

(Triggered.)

"Yes it would. Just accept my offer, because for hell's sake! I don't have it, I didn't lose it and my memory is clear...that I placed it inside the bag, it might have slipped at the very bottom of the bag." I explained, now matching this man's gestures, stretching my arms to emphasize my point.

"Heh~" (He smirked at me.) "This wouldn't have happened if you know how to manage valuables." He muttered and walks back to his seat.

--

The bell rang, I went outside alone, my best friends knew I'm mad too, so they gave me time and space to chill down. I went back to the room after buying the damned glue, slams it in front if his table. His best friend watched like nothing, HE, on the other hand gave me a glare.

(Asshole. That's right, he's an asshole.)

"Tch, bullshit...you wouldn't have to spend money, if only you're responsible." I heard him whisper.

(I'm still mad.)

"Oh really? The problem is solved already, be happy you're glue is now brand new." I mumbled, but it was intended for him to hear it.

I swear. He continued swearing after that.

--

Class has ended, and just to inform you, it's already the last quarter of the school year. We'd be second years soon.

And as the curtain unveils a path towards the following year level, it also marked another omen. The school year ended and we never spoke to each other again.

[4 Months Later: Second Year College]

I'm still me, except that I grew a few inches and one my best friends chose to transfer to another university. Yes, I was sad but good for Aisha. I still have my other best friend Zark.

--

For the first 2 months, we have been seeing each other, by the hallway...or during flag ceremonies. Who you ask?

"My nemesis for life. Khail.." I covered my mouth. (Shit, I said that out loud it's a good thing he did not hear it when he passed by)

--

[Hallway, 8 am]

It's a coincidence. Tell me it's a fucking coincidence!! I just came from the canteen to buy snacks and when I turn to a corner, I ALMOST bumped into this tall nemesis of mine.

He was as surprised as I am. We stood there, still and silent.

(What is this scenario?) I asked myself. (I should just walk away right? I mean..he is my enemy.)

"Uhmm, Zia right? How are you?" He asked and gave me a shy smile.

(WTFFFF????!!)

"Y-yeah." I replied awkwardly, unable to meet his gaze. (I mean, why would I look at him? We are enemies!)

"See you around..." He said then heads to the canteen's location.

I Am Still Surprised.

I continued walking, pondering about what just happened. (Did he just...uhh...smile?!)

--

The time has come, for school organizations to recruit and persuade new students to join their guilds. The event featured clubs which focuses on one subject, several others accentuate sports or centers stuff related to language, writing and arts.

"What are you joining?" A friend of mine asked.

"Uhh, perhaps the Publication. I used to join those competitions back in the days." I told her.

She nodded and simply acknowledge my decision.

--

[Publication Office: After the Qualification Exam

I was too busy with my Philosophy projects that it was past 4 in the afternoon, when I decided to visit the office. On my way upstairs, I remembered familiar faces.

(Ah right, they were on the same batch with me during the tests~)

Some wore triumphant smiles and some expressions showed sadness and disappointment. I felt nervous. I wanted this badly.

"Name, please be there...." I whispered while heading to the office.

My eyes widened when I saw Khail with hands on his pocket, also trying to locate his name on the paper, taped on the wall. I hesitated, and decided to just check the results tomorrow morning.

But I was too late.

"Zia!" I heard him call out my name, his steps becoming heavier as he stalks hus way towards me. I composed myself first before facing him.

"What?" I asked coldly.

"Congratulations." He stated, though it sounds a bit forced.

"Huh? Why?" I asked acting a bit naive, although I'm getting the reason why.

He smirked.

"Because...you just started another war with me. Both of us passed the preliminaries. Heh~" His tone changed.

(Oh no, he's back being an a-hole again.)

"What war?" I asked, making my way towards the paper just to confirm if I really did pass. (Annnnnnd I did!)

"A war with our skills." He declared as he went downstairs.

I sighed. What am I thinking? I thought he changed

--

Time flew quickly, and the finals for the available spots in the Publication soon began. Being the anxious person I am, I entered the Test room silently, not wanting to attract any attention to me.

"I'll sit here." I told nobody and sat on the third row, the chair nearby the window pane.

Khail on the other hand, made sure that he'd be noticed. For all these years, I've known him as a person who likes attention to be showered upon him. (What a narcissist!)

"Mister, please minimize the sound of your footsteps." The Proctor reminded seriously, adjusting his white-rimmed eyeglasses.

He seemed to be embarrassed, especially when all eyes landed on him. He nodded in response and sat next to me.

I laughed at him in my mind, while maintaining a blank face on the outside. (Serves you right.) I thought.

I flinched when he suddenly looked at me, so what I did is to pretend smoothing my paper.

After a few seconds, I noticed via my peripheral vision that he already looked away. (Phew...)

"Okay, everyone listen. Last time, we assigned each of you to write a Feature story about your High School experiences, I will collect it now, pass your papers in a center-forward manner." The Proctor said as he started collecting from the first row.

(Ah, shit! FUUUUUUDGE. I just remembered I left it in my house.) I started panicking from within.

"What's the matter?" A deep voice asked from my right.

I don't have to look at Khail to know that it's him who was asking.

"N-Nothing." I said, trying to sound calm, but ultimately failed due to my stuttering, not to mention I'm sweating bullets.

"Are you sure?" He asked once more.

"Uhmm-hmm." I answered with a nod.

The Proctor is now collecting the papers from the second row. I tried my best not to sweat so much because of anxiety, I miserably failed though.

Although, I know it won't help much since not being able to pass the requirements would mean disqualification.

From the corner of my eyes, I saw Khail fishing something from his bag, he pulled two sheets of paper.

(Tch, what a showboat.) I thought, crossing my arms and closing my eyes, accepting the fact that I won't be able to achieve my dream anymore, as a journalist and even thought as far as being laughed at by this nemesis of mine. That would be the worst.

"Very good! It seems like everyone complied with the requirement. Well done." The proctor stated with a smile.

I snapped out of my trance, I am very confused. I know for a fact that I forgot my paper!

Then the realization came to me, but I don't want to assume anything, not until Khail glanced at me mysteriously, I'd say, then continued to listen to the proctor.

"....yup, and that's the criteria. Everyone begin working." The proctor concluded and went to sit on his chair.

"I...am...so..confused. But whoever helped me, thank you miracle persona." I mumbled and concentrated to finish the news article tackling the issue regarding the budget given to support the farmers of our country.

--

Three days have passed, after the flag ceremony, the Publication Adviser announced that the finalists and official writers are posted at the office's door. And before stepping down of the elevated platform, the adviser gave me a look, giving me a weird gut-feeling.

"Must be my imagination." I whispered to myself.

Weirdly, I was not able to see Khail attend the flag ceremony, he's usually an early bird.

(Dang it, why am I thinking of the jerk again?)

Time flew by. Classes ended nicely. (And what I meant by that is that we received tons of paperwork.)

Finally heading to the Publication Office, I feel confident, a bit, but also skeptical about the result. I'd be so frustrated if I was not able to make it, knowing how much I get so down when things won't go the way I wanted. (But hey! It's not like I can do anything about it, still, I can't help but to worry.)

On my way upstairs, I kept on fixing my hair, the air today is warm and strong, causing my unattended hair to react due to humidity.

"Trying to be pretty, even if you're not?" Says Khail, his arms crossed, his lips curved into a teasing smirk.

(Where did he come from?!)

I glared at him, but then I decided to ignore him. (He's not worth your time, he's not worth your time, he's NOT WORTH YOUR TIME.) I repeatedly told myself.

The moment of truth, my eyes are closed, I closed them before exhaling quite deeply.

"Tadaa~" Says a playful voice.

"What the frick are you doing here?!" I can't help, but blurt these words out, my instincts reacting so I panicked and tried to find a tool nearby, so I could smack him with it.

"Calm yourself...Zia, I already made sure, you can't use any weapon against me!" He stated proudly, placing both hands on his hips like some superhero in a movie.

I facepalmed, he intentionally covered the door where the list of finalists are pasted on. And remind me how he was able to sneak around without me noticing?

(Duh, you closed your eyes.) Half of my brain retorted.

"You lied to me." He stated and flicks my forehead in the process.

"Ow!" I groaned and stepped back.

"You want one more?" He asked smirking, slowly advancing towards me, our little game ended when someone loudly did an, "EHEM."

It was Khail, arms still crossed, his gaze was as sharp as usual. Oh, and did I forgot to mention it's only the three of us up here?

"I'm sorry for interrupting your lovey-doveyness, but it's disturbing." Khail stated.

I was surprised, and so is he - my Bestfriend Zark Magne- we ended up dwelling in momentary silence, before bursting out laughing. I was laughing so bad, my tummy ached, Zark on the other hand even hit his stupid knee on a nearby stupid table.

"OW SHI-- HAHAHAHA." Zark complained, but it was not enough to stop him from laughing.

"Crazy people." Khail said with a scoff as he walks away, heading downstairs.

After a few minutes, we finally survived the urge to laugh some more. We sighed, and smiled at one another.

"I'm sorry, I lied to you." I said, starting a normal conversation.

"I knew that you were hiding something from me, also from Aisha." He added.

"Oh, Aisha...knows alright." I stated and smiled satisfyingly. Aisha is one of my girl besties and is apparently Zark's love interest.

Zark's face darkened, his usual smile faded, and the atmosphere became awkward as hell.

"Whaaaatttt?" I stated, sounding innocent.

"What do you mean what?!" He responded, his voice was higher than usual.

I flinched and looked away.

"I'm...I'm sorry. I didn't mean to." Zark quickly said, walking nearer.

"I'd stop, if you don't like it. I mean, come on it's worth a shot right?" I asked, now meeting his gaze.

His facial expression softened now, and he surprised me when he encased me in a hug.

"Okay, Zark. You're weird now." I stated with panic.

"Ah, oops. Ha-ha-ha." He reacted along with a nervous laughter, rubbing his nape in the process.

I looked at him, smiled, I missed this idiot. He did told me, he'd be gone for a month, Zark's grandmother is Canadian and he was ordered to go to Canada to take care of her, she is ill.

"Aisha left for good, she has been accepted to an awesome university. I can't stand leaving for too long, knowing you'd be lonely." Zark stated warmly.

That is so sweet, I might cry, but nope! No more dramas! I smacked his shoulder so bad, to break the gloomy ambiance.

"Ow! You're such a sadist! Same ol' Zia huh?!" He complained and backed off.

"Good, now that you're out of the way. I can finally see the results." I stated.

(Hmm, where is my name? Maybe, at the bottom? I may have obtained the lowest passing grade but at least I passed....) I searched at the bottom five but my name is not there.

I sighed and turned away from the door. I looked at Zark, who is now fiddling with his phone.

"Let's go...nothing to celebrate about." I stated and walked passed by him.

"OW...WOOOAHHH.....OUCH!" I yelped in pain as my face came slamming on the floorboard of the office, Zark just tripped me out of nowhere.

"What the hell Zark?! That's not funny!" I stated angrily while sitting on the floorboard.

He leaned and smirked, made a 'tch, tch, tch' impression and pointed the list again. "Told you in the past, you NEED glasses." He stated.

My eyebrows furrowed, still seething mad, I stood up and head back to the office's door.

"Holy cows?! Top 1?!" I exclaimed with both joy and surprise.

I hurriedly looked back to Zark, who's now making his way downstairs, hands on his pockets.

"Wait for me!" I happily said running after him. "And don't play the cool guy!"

--

It's currently six in the evening, Zark invited me to eat at Greenwich to celebrate the fact that I am now an official writer at the publication in our university.

"Remember that time, when we fought over a pineapple keychain?" Zark asked, munching on his fifth slice of Hawaiian pizza.

"Oh, oh...the pink one that glows when you flip the small switch on top?" I asked back, although this is just pretty much to make the conversation more fun, so I could get him to agree with me.

"Pfft, well yeah. I asked you, if I could borrow it and you declined..." He continued.

"Uhuh...I remember." I said, nodding with a smile, knowing what would be the next scenarios.

"I was very persistent, you were very stubborn and then I ended up throwing it on the table...shouting...THEN YOU HAVE IT! Afterwards you began tearing up. PFFT--" He narrated, and ending with a goofy angry tone.

"What are you expecting from me? We were in seventh grade!" I responded, before bursting out into laughter, looking like a retard as I continue slamming the table. I stopped when some customers started glaring and even began shushing us, or just me.

"Teenagers, so loud and complex nowadays." A woman, I estimated, in her fifties, commented.

"Pssh..." I pouted and tried to focus on the remaining pizza inside the box.

"Chill, different generations, different opinions." Zark stated with a smile.

"Yeah, right..." I said, sounding pissed, but I did smile.

We stayed there until eight pm, I already texted Mother that I'd be home late and Zack's with me, she replied with a like sign. (Wow, lots of love...kidding. I know Mother's still not used with all these technology going around.)

--

Zark brought me back home using his motorbike, since my house is just a kilometre away from the main city. I would admit It was pretty scary, because it's really dark now, but it's fine, my BFF is here.

He bid me one more goodbye, after a few more reminders and scolding of course, smiled and left.

"Man, what a day." I said under my breath and then entered the heavenly realm called home.

--

It's a normal day inside the Publication Office, the usual working atmosphere that always makes me feel either good or bad. The newspaper layout was already half done by a certain member of the team, he highlights news layout cleanly, and made sure the feature page was looking good. I admire his works and 'dedication' although there are times we argue with one another, although unrelated to journalism, it's the attitude battle.

(There he goes again, him and the desktop.) I thought, while glancing at him for a few seconds.

"Hey, Dax have you seen the stapler?" I asked walking towards him.

He did not respond.

(Oh, did I forget to mention, he's always wearing headphones? Not even sure, if it's really working or just an instrument, an excuse to keep people away.)

So, I decided to tap his shoulder and it's a good thing he responded this time by raising his eyebrows. I gave him a short glare, then he took off his headphones.

"What?" He asked coldly.

"Adviser Kai said, he needs the stapler and with some staples. Have you seen it?" I questioned casually.

"Here." He replied shortly, pulling the drawer under his desk then hands the object to me.

"Thanks." I told him and gave it to our adviser. "Here, ma'am."

She just smiled and continued checking the pile of paperworks, some are suggestions for the newspaper. I realized I have been slowly trying to tilt my head to read it, so I decided to turn around and go back to my seat.

"By the way, Zia...we would be having guests from other schools. I'd like you to be this Office's welcoming Ambassador." He stated in a business-like tone, for he even removed his reading glasses to look me in the eyes, then puts it back after.

"M-me? Why me sir?" I asked, feeling nervous about it, anxious to be honest.

"Well, you are the Editor-in-Chief of the team. Shove your shyness aside and for once stand up for us." He added in a matter-of-fact tone and proceeds to staple the papers.

I was about to protest more, but he was not hearing me out anymore. I went back to my seat, slumping on the table out of anxiety, imagining how could I possibly mess up the task.

"Chill, you can do it." Dax whispered from behind me.

I flinched due to his cold breath, I did not even notice he is done with his work. When I turned around to face me, he has gone to our Adviser's table and bid him goodbye since his shift has ended.

I chuckled and nodded. (Well, I guess even people like him can be nice if he wishes to, unlike a certain jerk I know.) I flinched, sitting straight on my seat when Khail randomly crossed my mind. (But whyyyyy???)

"See you guys!" He told the whole team, in which we responded with a series of farewell and waves.

"So, what's the sad face?" Ginger, my underclassman who mainly writes sports news, asked with a matching wiggly eyebrows.

"Nothing much Ginger, I'm just the Ambassadress to greet the visitors for..." My voice trailed off when I realized our adviser did not tell me when would it happen.

I slammed the table, but not too loud, yet it was still enough to surprise Ginger. Nonetheless, I held up my index finger as I trudge towards our adviser.

"Sir, when is this welcoming stuff happening?" I asked, hoping it would be next week or much better, next year.

"Later, one in the afternoon. That's why you have to fix yourself, you still have three hours before their arrival." He stated fixing his glasses like some anime character.

(Eeehhh?! What? This is such an impulse decision.) I protested in my head.

"Is there a problem?" He asked.

I gulped before answering, "Nothing...I'm actually going to practice my smile and my hair."

"What are you waiting for?" He retorted raising a brow.

"Off I go then Sir! Guys, see you later..." I told my co-writers, they waved and bid me good lucks.

--

After a few minutes of what seems to be forever, I finally decided finished preparing my welcoming words for these mysterious visitors here in the university or rather the Publication Office.

I did a quick last minute check on my look, a braid tied around a bun, purposely leaving symmetrical streaks of fringes in both sides of my face. Afterwards, I applied some face powder on my face. I don't want to look greasy and oily in front of them. That would be a total disaster.

I checked my watch, it's currently 12:30 in the afternoon. After a few steps, I finally made it to the huge double gate of our school. There, Mr. Diego, the school's trusty security guard, greeted me with a smile, he must have recognized I'm the Ambassadress due to this certain brooch on my chest.

"Good afternoon, miss Ambassadress." He addressed politely, pulling a chair and gestures me to sit on it.

"Thank you." I said with a warm smile, at least a nice employee lessened my nervousness.

"I heard these visitors were coming for a partnership." Mr. Diego said as he walks back to his post, not too far from me, so I could still hear him.

"Oh, yes they are. Adviser Kai told me that they were the sister school from Italy." I said in an informative tone.

"Italy, eh? Sounds extravagant." He commented in astonishment.

"Mr. Diego, do you think I would be able to greet them well?" I asked, avoiding eye contact.

Did I mention, Mr. Diego is like this whole school's great grandfather? Hehe, he's sort of like that, he is very kind and very strict. That's why most of the students fear him, but to those who have spoken with him and heard his stories like me, we respect him.

He was silent for a moment.

I sighed, maybe he realized I would not be able to accomplish this tas-...

"I'm sure, ya will be alright. Just don't frown, smile a bit more, ya always look so serious." He stated and added a bit of cowboy tone in it.

It made me laughed, he smiled and patted me on the back.

"Well, what do you know...they're here already!" He announced as he went to unlock the gates and pushed them towards the academy, opening it real wide.

I stepped aside, closed my eyes, and breathe in. "Let's do this."

--

After what seems to be forever, I learned that this Italian visitors are all fluent in speaking English. They were very polite and kind, and I think I got a teensy-weensy crush on the guy named Rustin. Also there is one girl who always rolls her eyes whenever I smile at her.

(I mean, what the heck is wrong with you?!)

I lead them to the office, where a welcoming banner was hanged just above the door and a few flower arrangements can be seen attached to the handle of the staircase, connected through ribbons of various colors.

My co-journalists must have enjoyed decorating while I was outside trying my best not to mess the whole welcoming stuff.

"My, what wonderful flowers." Commented Ms. Melanie and even took her time to take a selfie with it.

I sighed a bit, and chuckled. The other Italians also smiled and apologized for the actions of their head.

"No, no...we don't mind. This is for you after all. " I replied.

"Such patience, Mademoiselle." Rustin stated walking towards me, grabbing my left hand and I believe he was about to kiss the top of it, but was interrupted.

"Ehem. Adviser Kai said that the visitors must be in the office by now. Why are you bad at doing this one simple job Zia?" Khail stated with annoyance.

"Attitude Sis?" I went to Khail and whispered these words. "You can scold me later, don't be so...you." I trailed off at the last part and face the guests with an apologetic smile.

"Well, let's proceed to the office." I smiled, they smiled back, one responded with her famous rolling eyes.

"Sure." The one who responded was Rustin.

I reached the office of the door first and opened it for the guests and for some reason Khail went in first that startled Rustin whose the second nearest to me.

(That idiot. He really likes ruining things for me huh?!)

I did not notice that all the guests were already inside, thanks to Ginger who pulled me inside, I would have remained standing outside while holding the door like an imbecile.

"Lengthen your patience Janzia... Khail can be stingy but remember that you are the Ambassadress." Ginger reminded then pulls me another time to place me beside the power point presentation.

I nodded and smiled as a response.

"Okay, show us what you got." Says Ma'am Melanie, wearing her strict-looking violet-rimmed eyeglasses, and even readying a pen and a paper.

(Gulps...)

"You can do it..." I heard Dax whisper as he pretended to fix the position of the projector, then sits back to his chair. "Oh, and that message is not from me." He added winking as his lips points at Khail's direction before smirking, leaving a light pink hue on my cheeks. (Woah, girl. Chill! It's just a freaking simple you can do it!)

(My gosh, what did I do to deserve such supportive colleagues?)

And so the presentation began.

--

I received a round of applause from everyone. I feel so satisfied right now, perhaps I can now call this a miracle.

"Marvelous presentation." Says Rustin, doing a standing ovation.

"Thank you."

"Indeed, you sound like a professional Zia." Phrased Adviser Kai giving me a thumbs up.

(I swear, this is one of the best days of my life.)

The meeting ended with our stomachs full and I think mine's aching because I got too excited about the Cordon Blue, it's a mix of chicken, ham, cheese, breadcrumbs, and egg wrapped with chicken skin.

(Basically it's like a Sushi, I think... maybe... I'm not sure, I just know that I like it!)

When I looked up to check the wall clock, it was almost 6 in the evening. My heart started beating faster than normal, I remembered I promised to go home before 6 in the evening. I wanted to tell Adviser Kai that I needed to go now or else I would be grounded for the next weekend, but they were starting to gather around for picture taking.

"What are you waiting for Miss Zia? Come on." Called Adviser Kai, fanning me to come over.

"Zia, don't you want to be included?" Asked Ginger raising an eyebrow, she asked in a joking tone.

"Coming!" I said, sighing in defeat, hurrying my way to position in between Ginger and Lilia--our Journalist Photographer.

--

It's already 6:30 pm, after exchanging farewells I hurried and left the office. I fanned a taxi and arrived home at 8pm. I got scolded, as expected, my poor allowance was deducted to a hundred pesos.

"How am I able to afford snacks at this rate?" I mumbled to myself.

Since our school is a private university, the food being sold inside here are pretty much expensive. A horrible punishment.

--

The bell rang, signalling that it's time for lunch break. After putting my belongings inside my shoulder bag, I went to our school's minipark where me and Zark agreed to meet after our morning period.

"So, what are we going to talk about?" I asked Zark with a smile.

He folded his arms first, and stares at me intensely.

"This is a serious matter." Zark stated seriously.

"Okay, you don't sound like yourself. Zark, do you have a fever?" I asked, standing on my toes in order to reach his forehead.

"No, I don't. I just wanted to make sure that no one's been bugging you lately." He added, his tone hints little worry.

When he said 'bug', I remembered a Bug, that jerk Khail.

I didn't notice I was spacing out and been making a pouting expression.

"Zia!" Zark said, snapping his finger in front of me.

"What? What?! No one is bugging me!" I answered due to surprise.

"Don't lie to me, a source told me that a certain Italian is hitting on you!" He stated with annoyance.

(Huh?)

"Wait...no one is doing that H word on me...." I responded feeling stressed out by his statement. "Plus, why are you mad?" I added.

He went silent, brushing his hair and facepalming, he gave me an apologetic look.

"I can't believe someone fell for someone as weird as you..." Zark stated. "I am not sure if I would feel happy for you or sorry for him." He added, sobbing fakely.

I placed both of my hands on my hips, and gave him a listen-to-me-look.

"First of all, I am not weird. Second, that sounded like an insult, and third I reckon whoever is that Italian person is. He won't last long against my mood swings!" I stated, with one foot stepping on the ground due to irritation.

Then there was silence.

"I guess I crossed the line?" Zark asked rubbing his nape, giving a sheepish smile.

"OH YES YOU DID!" I said scoffing at him.

"Sorry...guess I overreacted. I just wanted to make sure, no one would hurt you as long as I'm here." He added before sighing.

"Zark. Who is this source of yours?" I asked.

(Whoever that is. That person would recieve a kick in the butt.)

He chuckled and winked.

"A guy, he claimed to be a concerned friend and a part of your Publication Team. I believed him, because I did see his name on the school newspaper as a writer." He explained.

"Dax? He is my only guy friend in the team." I guessed, calming the storm dwelling within me.

"No. If I happen to remember correctly, his name is Kyle." Zark said shrugging.

(Kyle? We don't have a Kyle in the team...wait Kyle sounds like...KHAIL?!)

My face reddened due to boiling anger, I want to punch the guy in the face and kick him brutally. I was about to throw a fit, when Zark started shaking me to the point where I got dizzy.

"Woah, stop!" I stated, frowning at him.

"Pipe down. I believe he doesn't mean to play a prank on us. When I was talking to him, he seems polite and sounded sincere." Zark said, obviously impressed by Khail's manners.

"Hey mate, Zark right? You're a friend of that grumpy girl. I needed to tell you that last time, a certain Italian has been hitting on her. Protect your friend, that foreigner looks suspicious to me...IS what he said." Zark said imitating Khail's voice. He was great at it though, got to give him credit for that.

(Anyway, Khail do not have manners, Tch.)

"It's not likely for Khail to be sincere and all." I mumbled.

"Oh? Talking like you knew him better than I do?" He teased.

I frowned at him, enough for my best friend to realize to stop the teasing.

You know what? Forget about it. Let's eat lunch." Zark suggested, wrapping one arm around my neck, tugging me into a friendly hug.

"Dammit, not my hair!" I protested as he began ruining it as we walked out of campus.

We rode on Zark's car and we headed to fast food restaurant not too near yet not too far from the university. Zark managed to find a good parking spot. Not like last time, he parked his motorbike, 50 meters away from the pizza place.

I sighed upon remembering it. (That pineapple pizza was amazing.) I thought.

The rest of the day ended alright. And the next few days have been fun with this best friend of mine.

--

Two months later, I received news from Zark that his grandmother already passed away. He sent me a voice mail, explaining the situation and that he was sorry about leaving so suddenly. Zark flew back to Canada to attend the funeral, and of course I had to let him go, I knew how much he loved his Grandma Marianne.

It is saddening and I was left spacing out in between classes, thinking about him. I am worried for my best friend. He had always been there for me, even though we always end up arguing at some point.

"Reality check. The due date of this month's newspaper issue is in three weeks time. Get finalizing!" Khail stated snapping me back to Earth, he sat just across my desk, spinning the chair in front, so that he would be facing me.

Oh! Did I forget to mention, our publication adviser chose me and Khail to handle the finalization of the articles and in addition our class adviser Miss Valzano to join the Intramurals as duo in a singing contest. (That's a lot to do....uhhh.)

"I'm not in the mood." I said in a dead tone.

"Well, guess what? I don't care about your mood!" Khail stated, pulling me out of the classroom.

"Wai-..wait!" I struggled so that Khail would let go of my arm, but he is obviously too strong for my petite frame.

He soon let my hand go when we arrived at the University's mini plaza.

"What are you planning? Rehearse in the middle of a crowd?" I asked sarcastically.

Khail scoffed, then afterwards smirked "Not a bad idea..." He mumbled.

I panicked and decided to run, I don't like his games nowadays. Last month, he played a prank on me by striking my face with a bouquet of roses. Later, I was sent to the infirmary due to the small cuts my face received. And I heard he was sent to detention, but was able to leave after a few explaining, whatever it is.

Last two weeks, he stuffed letters on my bag (which I didn't bother to read, since it's illegible). And for this week, while I was walking down the hallway, he hit my face with a flipping Toblerone bar almost breaking the bridge of my nose. (Yes, I was sent back to the clinic.)

This guy is giving me traumas and to add to that, my plan to run away has failed since he is quick enough to grab BOTH of my hands causing me to trip and we ended up doing a weird position.

"Are they practicing folk dancing in public?" Asked a passing by student. (I swear, this is embarrassing!)

I immediately stood straight, pulling my hands off of his grasps. "If you want to practice, try asking nicely." I told him.

"Well, sorry." Khail responded almost sounding like he didn't want to apologize, having the nerve to be the first one to walk away.

(Freaking...argh. Let's just finish this damn practicing)

--

We went to the practice room in the music theater. For hours we did rehearsals and water breaks, perhaps a good laugh or two and what I mean by that we had a good argument-- first about the genre of music and second because he kept on insisting to share his junk foods with me. (Nope. I'm just into healthy food!)

"Time to go home~" I happily told myself, clutching my sling bag, wearing it in the process.

"It's just 5pm. Going home already?" Khail asked walking towards me, wiping a few sweat running on his forehead. (He is so Not hot ...Shut up brain cells!)

"Want to eat outside?" I heard him ask in a whisper.

"What did you say?" I asked, pretending to be deaf.

"I'm asking, if you want to go eat outside." He stated, looking at me seriously.

"I don't know." I replied, tying my hair in a ponytail, then my mood changed to a teasing one.

"Asking me to eat outside, do you like me?" I asked with a grin.

He became silent for a few seconds before saying,"I never said together." Then he scoffed to my face.

I was surprised, thus flinching.

"Fine, if you don't want to. You think I give a fuck?" Khail said in a quite offensive tone as he started walking away first.

(Well, that was frustrating... Wait, why would I be frustrated?!)

I left the theater grumpily that day and at home, I ended up writing poems, poetical death threats for Khail that I would happily slap to his face, if my patience reach its limit.

--

The day of the competition arrived, Khail and I were wearing matching clothing from the 80's. Our classes were there as an audience and some of our publication teammates also showed up to flag their support.

"Now, contestant number three... Khail Gonzales and Janzia Leon! A round of applause please!" Announced the master of ceremony in a cheery tone.

--

"You two were great." Stated Ginger, clasping both of my hands and invites me to jump along with her.

"Seriously...it wasn't that great." I shyly uttered, as I scratch my nape before secretly glancing around, trying to find my singing partner Khail, who suddenly vanished right after we finished performing.

"Hey, hey...did you hear what I was saying?" Ginger asked me, while waving her hand in front of my face. (Damn..I didn't hear it). So in response, I laughed and smiled at her, only to receive a strong flick on the forehead.

"Ow!" I complained, stepping back a bit from this furious friend of mine, while rubbing my reddening forehead.

"I knew it. You were not listening." She then pouted, folding her arms in front of her chest. (Ah jeez...)

Ginger continued to scold me for not listening to her, according to her she was explaining the statistics of contestants that would win the competition, it only made me sigh--she's taking this too seriously, "I have to go to the bathroom, catch you later." Was what I said in order to escape from her clutches.

"Uhh, okay go ahead!" Ginger shouted when I began running away.

I took a left turn, behind a classroom and tried to catch my breath. If I haven't tried saving myself from her scolding, my ears would probably be bleeding by now. Of course, I'm just exaggerating but it's easier to explain how loud Ginger could be.

"What are you doing here?"

The moment I heard his voice, I perked up and he was looking down on me, hands on his pocket, and he had already changed back into his school uniform. While here I am still wearing a red and white polka-dot dress from the 80's which I obviously look cute while wearing.

"Still on that dress? You must have enjoyed wearing such vintage fashion." He added before I was even able to answer his first question. Khail leaned on the classroom's wall and was unusually being calm and not loud, eyes closed as if he was enjoying the peaceful atmosphere...or so he thought.

"I bet you're hiding here because you're afraid that you will not be the winner!" I teased, hands on my hips, while grinning cheekily at him.

He didn't say a word. (I didn't know he can act all mysterious.) I thought before deciding to just leave him be. Turning around, I stretched my arms above my head to lessen the tension in my shoulders. This day have been very exhausting so far, yet here I am hoping that there would still be fruit salad left for me in the house, which was last night's desert.

"Are you simply stupid or just plainly dumb?" He asked before cocking his head to the right.

"That basically means the ssme thing!" I uttered, scoffing at him.

"That's the point. Zia, we're partners, a duo, obviously if I lose...you will also lose." He explained sighing, clicking her tongue three times while shaking his head, implying how disappointed he is at me.

(Oh, so you're SO smart. Okay, I'm just going to yeet then.)

"Where are you going?" He asked, the moment I was suppose to turn away from him and the place.

"Obviously, back to the crowd." I added, raising a brow.

"Stay." He stated, his half-lid onyx-hued eyes and his tone made me shudder, causing me to froze on my spot.

(What's with his tone, it sounded dominant?)

I folded my arms underneath my chests to tell him that I will not do abide his request. I stuck my tongue out as I started running away from the place. (Nah, ah...not in a million chance, I'd do that!) I thought to myself. To my disappointment, no footsteps followed behind me. (Wait, I shouldn't be disappointed in the first place!")

Not a moment after, I found my body retracing the steps I took, and to my surprise Khail was actually still glancing at the direction where I ran off to--which basically means now he is looking at me-- and that this is basically super awkward for me. Khail then averted his gaze before whispering, "I'm sorry." His eyes were showing a kind of sparkle, I cannot place my finger on.

"Eh?" Was my confused reaction to his apology-lacking-context.

Trudging nearer to Khail, but far enough to respect one another's personal space, my lips parted agape prepared to ask the most obvious question that will come out of my mouth -- Why? -- too bad, the mood shattered to pieces and shards when Khail began laughing.

"Have you seen your face? Have you--AHAHAHAHA." Khail soon faced the wall, slapping it with his hands for what seems to be hours to me, since it got to the point where I asked myself if I had to wait for him to finish laughing or just simply march away from the place.

(This freak!) I clenched my fists.

I can't understand what is going on with him right now, he was so serious when he apologized and now he was laughing because of my reaction? Pretty ridiculous, I'd say.

"Done? Should I... should I leave... or what?" I asked in a bored tone, giving him an annoyed expression.

Khail raised a finger, and I believe he was implying the -- one moment or gimme a second -- kind of signal to me. And when finally got a hold of his breath, his first statement was, "it's really funny when you wear that kind of expression."

"What.... what the heck? What do you mean? What are you talking about?" I asked, obviously pissed while carrying a threatening aura, ready to kick his crotch if he ever tried pulling another one of his shenanigans.

"Your look when you're confused, your look when you have no idea what do, your look when you're in a panic." Khail enlisted, as he stands properly this time, maintaining a one and a half meter distance from me.

(You sound like a damn sadist, someone who enjoys seeing someone suffer or making them feel torment.) I thought while grimacing at him.

"It's so damn tempting, it's slightly worrying and it makes me want to...." He purposely stopped speaking when he finally decided to walk towards me, in which in response, I also started stepping backwards. "....it makes me want to..." his walking halted, while his left hand works its way to my cheeks staying there for a few seconds, before he proceeds to tuck my loose hair behind my ear. "Can't you see it?" Khail asked, leaving me more in a more confused state.

(What is he doing? And more importantly, what am I doing and why am I... why am I heating up? I don't understand what is happening to me!)

I continuously questioned myself, snapping back to reality, and was able to stop his hand from giving me a pat by simply taking one step backwards.

I can feel my heart's palpitations higher than what was considered normal, what even made me more anxious is the fact that I could hear it double in power too. I looked up to Khail, who had his hand tucked back in his pockets, his unusual kind of a gaze remains.

"What are you on about?" I asked this man before me. (Should I call the security, is he going to harass me?)

Khail averted his gaze, he took a deep breath before deciding to turn away while waving a goodbye to me, "I'll see you in the office. I better see your side of finalized articles done, because I'm done with mine." He stated before disappearing in my line of sight, as he takes the turn to a corner.

--

"Congratulations to the both of you! You nailed your performance!" Shrieked Ginger while clapping merrily, she was also repeatedly singing the word congratulations during the time that she was copy reading the Science articles.

I could only chuckle as to how Ginger managed to be the happiest person inside the office because Khail and I had won the singing competition for the 145th Intramurals in our humble university. (I believe, our university is humble!)

There were only four of us in the room, me, who's working on the compilation of the articles. Then there's Khail, who was...well chilling with a can of soda. (Good for him, I checked his works and he really did a good job.) Meanwhile Ginger was copy reading as I mentioned and earlier and Dax - who's currently occupied with lay-outing the newspaper so that we could make it for the National School Press Conference to be held in city of San Francisco or what we natives colloquially call Frisco.

The wind chimes jingled gracefully when our Publication Adviser Sir Kai unlocked the door of the office only to bring with him the Italian student, slash my now good friend Rustin, followed by Mimosa - she's my classmate and also a part of the Collaboration Team - although she rarely attends meetings due to unknown reasons. If I can remember correctly, the only one who knows about it was Adviser Kai.

"Oh, welcome back, welcome back!" Cheerfully greeted Ginger, giving a small nod to Adviser Kai, a small wave to Rustin and a big embrace for sweet and shy Mimosa. (But seriously, I found her name very adorable... I also heard that it literally translates to shy flower.)

Of course, I didn't just remain sitting I also bolted up to give Mimosa a cheek-to-cheek greeting in which she responded with small smiles. "I'm glad to see you all again." She bashfully admitted, giving Dax a secret glance, in which I noticed making me internally scream for I highly ship this two brats.

"Enough of that. Back to work." Ordered Adviser Kai, being the stern and serious adviser he is to us. "And move your butt Khail, go lessen the papers Janzia is working at... seriously, how could enjoy a soda when everyone was doing their best?" He added, grabbing a book from the shelf as he taps Khail on his head lightly.

"Sir Kai, I believe I did my part." He stated while smiling towards our publication adviser, only to make Sir Kai raise a brow, forcing Khail to heed his order.

"Annnnd, of course I will gladly assist Miss Leonza her given the fact that she's kawaii, soshite, watashi wa kanojo ga sukida." Khail added before clapping once, marching towards my direction.

And as he was doing so, I heard Dax snorting in the background and Rustin falling silent. On the other hand, Adviser Kai does not care anymore about what is going on as long as he could see us working.

"Huh? Kawaii? What kind of alien language is that?" I asked the girls, Mimosa and Ginger through a whisper, I suddenly got concerned after seeing everyone's reaction, Sir Kai excluded.

Ginger could only squeal with her hands covering her mouth of what seems to be an action she does when suppressing her inner demons and by that, I mean her chortles. So my last resort was Mimosa, who tilts her head to the left, waiting for me to say something. "So...Misa, well... we all know here you're part Japanese. Please...translate." I asked her clasping my hand together just so I would be able to relate to it.

"Are you sure Janzy?" She asked while scratching the side of her cheeks.

"Just so I could related. Please translate for me. I know Ginger could understand it because she's an anime fan, also Dax.... him and that second generation of ninja series he watches during free time." I enlisted while pouting.

Mimosa was about to explain to me what it means when Khail placed his hand on my shoulder and began dragging me to another table where all my unfinished paper works are waiting for me. "No need for you to know! Those are vulgar words, because you're such a slowpoke." He stated with a smug expression painted on his face.

(Wait, wait.... I have to knowwww!) I complained in my head, but it was too late since Khail had already trapped me by forcing me to the corner seat of a table beside the wall whilst barricading the only path to freedom. "This is so unfair." I hissed at him, while he ignored me by starting to help me with the papers.

--

The day for the National School Press Conference to be held in San Francisco State University had finally arrived.

The competition lasted for two days in which we poured all our hard work on as a team, to represent our school and to reach for our dreams as journalists, broadcasters, and writers alike. It was such a roller coaster kind of emotion, one moment we were just listening to the orientation, the second we know, we're already contending with other schools while trying not to pee our pants due to the pressure laid on our shoulders. (Unless, I'm the only one feeling that way... I hope not.)

"We would like to express our gratitude to those universities who participated in these two-day school press conference! God Bless to everyone on your way back to your respective institutes!" Broadcast the Emcee of the national event, followed by a round of applause from almost everyone within the vicinity.

"Congratulazioni a noi ragazzi! Soprattutto a te mancare Leonza, il nostro caporedattore~." Stated Rustin in Italian as he encloses me in a hug, and being the extroverted sweetheart I am, I didn't mind hugging him back.

Trans: Congratulations to us guys! Especially to you miss Leonza, our Editor-in-Chief!

"Aww, thanks Rustin." I responded with a big smile.

(But to be honest I have no idea what the actual heck did he say, I mean... I don't speak Italian! I just assume it was something positive because he was smiling and he was asking for a hug!)

"EHEM." Says an annoying jerk bag behind me. And mind him, Rustin actually flinched because of his sharp gazes causing the latter to chuckle nervously before proceeding to jam with Ginger, Dax, Mimosa, Lilia and Adviser Kai enjoying citrus juices while chilling on the benches, leaving me and Khail alone in that spot.

( I swear everyone is watching, I just don't want to be left with him because he does weird things that makes my heart palpitate abnormally. And I don't like it!)

"I'd like to talk to you tomorrow." Khail began facing me while wearing an indifferent expression, his usual mannerism, hands on his pocket while talking.

"T-Tomorrow, I'm not sureeeee...?" I echoed, unsure of my schedule for the weekend, plus Saturday is a great day to shop for clothes, or jog in the park. "Is it related to the team? Oh! You mean a celebration for the trophies we had gathered? Of course, I'm in." I exclaimed assuming the possibility.

"Nevermind then." He quickly retorted, beginning to walk out of my face, leaving me alone. (Yo, what the heck?!) I complained in my mind, running towards the others to join me, while giving Khail a short glare afterwards.

And on the trip back to the university, I still couldn't help but to get slightly annoyed about it, so what's a better thing to do than discuss with the girls - with Ginger, Lilia and Mimosa.

"Oh Zia," began Ginger before giggling wholeheartedly. (I noticed, she's been enjoying 'this' too much... whatever 'this' is.) "I believe, Khail is asking you out!" Added my underclassman placing both of his hands on my cheeks, giving me a squeeze.

"Asking me out? Hmm, is that another description for a jog in the park?" I asked, clueless of what she meant.

"Miss, even a middle schooler would know what quote a quote 'asking out' means." Stated Lilia before glancing at the quiet Mimosa, "ain't that right Misa?"

In which Mimosa responded with a soft giggle and a nod. "Janzia, it means a date. However, base on your narration... he told you that he wanted to talk to you tomorrow and that's it. It's not your fault that Kha-...

"--ssshhh." We shushed Mimosa in chorus the moment she was about to mention the jerk's name.

"As I was saying, it's not your fault this person's reason was vague to you. But then again... I doubt you'll get it even if someone shoves a bouquet of roses to your face." Mimosa continued in her think and small voice, her index finger raised as if she was giving us a sermon. (Whoa, that was the longest Misa has ever said.)

--

[University Gates]

Time flew by and before we could knew it, the long month of having the Italian exchange students has finally ended, and right now the whole publication team of our university is bidding our farewell to them. I will admit, I actually feel a bit sad, but at the same time I also felt relieved that I do not have to deal with studying the Italian Dictionary just so I could understand what the frick Rustin was saying to me.

"Mi mancherai Zia." Stated Rustin, grabbing my hand without permission and once again kissing the back of it. (Oh Christ, this is embarrassing.)

"Well, whatever was that. Same to you." I told Rustin, which caused him to smile brightly to me, before giving me a handshake.

"I promise, I will return!" He exclaimed before running towards his Italian team members, while continuously waving his hand at me.

"Qualunque sia la tua ragione, ricorda che comunque saresti troppo tardi." Khail's shouted back at Rustin while waving with a smug and friendly expression, this caused Rustin to stop in his tracks and the other Italians to fell silent.

(What now? How many languages does this jerk knows?)

"Khail, what the heck did you say?" Scolded Adviser Kai who suddenly got worried over what Khail had told the leaving visitors, fortunately before Khail could explain what he told Rustin, Rustin also shouts with a:

"Va bene essere in ritardo, non c'è bisogno di affrettarsi quando siamo già destinati!" After Rustin's statement, his friends and advisers suddenly began clapping their hands.

"That's my boy Rustine!" Cheered Miss Melanie, while tapping her student's shoulders, then after a few seconds she called out to our publication adviser. "Signore Kai, off we go now! Addio~"

They all boarded their limousine and soon drove their way out of the school's premises, while waving their handkerchiefs.

I stood there dumbfounded along with Mimosa, Dax, Ginger and Lilia and the others wondering about what the frick just happened. Then we all glanced at Sir Kai waiting for his reaction then to Khail who was wearing his infamous indifferent facial expression this time.

"I promise, I didn't say anything bad..." Khail told us as he slides both hands inside his trousers.

"Sir?" We chorused, excluding Khail.

"You... you know what?" Our publication adviser began breathing in and breathing out before continuing, "why don't we just... eat. My treat!"

Everyone's faces brightened up and we found ourselves high-fiving almost every one except Khail, who kept his hands in his pockets. We trudged to the university's canteen and there we celebrated the awards and trophies that our team has won.

--

[ Rooftops ]

"What do you mean?" Ginger asked while pouting, she seemed to be unhappy of the news I told her. "You're kidding... right Janzia?" She questioned for the second time, calling me by my first name.

I chuckled at first, before removing her hands which she placed on my shoulders, "Don't be so dramatic, I'm just well, moving to another country and obviously would be separated f-from y-you guys.... OH RIGHT, I HOPE I'M KIDDING!" And with that, the waterworks soon fell down our cheeks.

--

Later in the afternoon, unusually I found myself alone in the Publication Office, I was there to pack my stuff. My pens, my laptop and perhaps take a few shots using my phone. I know I have enough photos, but snapping a few more wouldn't be so bad right? Memories are memories and I'll gladly keep them. And so I began taking selfies with my table, with the rack of newspapers, with the bookshelves and even with the door.

"Holy cow! Am I being haunted?" I jumped out of surprise, upon seeing a tall silhouette from outside, I felt my knees getting weaker just imagining whatever the creature was, closing my eyes hoping it's neither a slenderman or an enderman. Man, I'm playing too much minecraft.

"It's almost closing time, you're still here?" My eyes flung opened when I heard Khail's voice, it was actually a little husky, nevertheless I was able to regain my composure before he completely entered the office and at that time I was only able to notice he was slightly sweating.

(Which was hot.... NO, IT'S NOT!)

"Well, I was doing... something. And you? Why are you here?" I questioned in returned, while slowly walking towards my bag, picking it up and wearing it.

"I'm... It's none of your business." He answered coldly, before pulling a drawer from his table, only to start rummaging his pencil case.

(What's with him? So rude as always.)

I silently watch him do whatever he was doing. After a few minutes of going back and forth inside the office he was finally able to find a note pad, later he began scribbling and given the fact that it was quote a quote 'none of my business' I decided to leave the office.

"Bye-bye. The office key is on Adviser Kai's desk, lock it afterwards." I reminded without batting Khail an eye, continuing to twist the doorknob and leave my beloved publication. (Janzia, you still have two weeks before Graduation, you could still check in the office, it's not like you're going to be removed the instant you take your things with you.)

"Hey, you!" Khail called out.

[ Khail's POV: One Time ]

"Hey, you--" I called out to my crush, but I accidentally bit my tongue in the process, why do I have to mess up now?

I heard from one of her friends, Ginger, that this woman would have to leave for another country right after the set date for Graduation. I promised myself, that I will confess to her before College life ends, but I'm such a damn coward, I tried a lot of times, looking for the right timings where I could tell her about how I feel, but everything always ends up unaccording to plan.

(I actually, I don't really have any plans, I just ... well... perhaps I did plan. Girls likes flowers right? And chocolates? But I didn't expect that in exchange I have to go to detention.)

I shook my head, and internally scold myself to focus, I have to fucking tell her now.

"What do you need Mr. Gonzales?" She asked, raising a brow while still holding the doorknob, does she hate me so much that she wanted to leave as soon as possible?

I cleared my throat, composing myself in the process, I wrote my phone number on the notepad wishing that perhaps this way she would finally figure out why I was acting that way towards her. Why I try to be as cold as possible, since I heard girls like 'cool' boys right? Boys that tease and does not particularly shows smile quite often.

But for fuck's sake, I did try asking her out and what she told me literally had my ears turning red. She literally joked and asked me if I like her?! It was a good thing, that the towel was place on top of my head, luckily covering my ears.

"I need to tell you something." I began, I tried getting a little more closer to her, but seeing her step back a little, I learned that she must still be wary about what happened last time, so I kept my distance.

I got a little too happy before during our little alleyway fight, seeing her return after thinking that she finally walked out with that red polka 80's dress of her, was one of the most adorable thing I saw in my whole life. I mean, come on! It's my crush walking back to me after she had me thinking that I did something to turn her off.

"Just so you know, Zark is waiting for me outside the university and I don't want him to get mad. So, spill your beans." Says Zia looking back and forth outside and to me.

(Why does that best friend of hers have to add more pressure to this situation?!) I whined in my head.

"You look constipated. You alright?" Zia asked, I gulped, she might have noticed that I was sweating, but I wish she did not.

"Just stand still and listen to me." I responded before prolonging a sigh, closing my eyes in the process.

Silence followed. I can feel the air conditioning tickling my nape and cooling my body, somehow I felt the tension leave my body slowly.

"Zia, I like yo--"

(Are you kidding me?!)

When I opened my eyes, I saw the woman running downstairs while holding her phone beside her ears, even heard a few what she said over the device, "I'm sorry! I'm on my way! Chill... no, no, no don't leave me Zark!" And so he vanished from my line of sight.

"I'm really bad at this."