Chapter 2

The class ended at ease and is currently our break time. I sat with my friends as I listened to their conversation. I don't dare try joining them and it is not because I am afraid of them, but rather because they always talk about something that I do not relate with.

"Melissa, have you seen her post? She's at it again."- Lavy stated pulling on to Melissa's sleeves as she shows her phone screen to her. Hearing this, Nana also joined.

The three of them looked at each other. " Ignore it. She's always like that"- Nana scoffed.

Curious. I also draw near them and asked "What is it?"- trying to join their topic for just once. But before I could even take a peek on Lavy's phone, she withdrew it right away.

She rolled her eyes and said " Nothing. As if you would understand"

Embarrassed, I went back to my seat. I should have not pried. I'm pretty sure they just thought of me as a nosy person.

There's really no one in this class whom I could get along with.

I roamed my gaze inside the whole classroom. It's as shabby as our previous classrooms. Walls are complete hollow blocks and it's not even painted. It is not even something that you can call aesthetic. Poor ventilations, stools not sticking to one design, there's no chalk and there's no eraser either. I guess we will have to borrow again in our neighbouring classrooms.

As I continue to roam my eyes, it fell to someone. He's looking at my direction too.

'What's his problem?'

I quickly avoided my gaze. I'm afraid I might assume something again.

I took out my phone to ease the embarrassment that I experienced earlier. I enabled my mobile data and soon notifications from my different social media accounts started popped out on my screen one after another. There's nothing important, just random stuff so I quickly dismissed them all.

I'm bored. There's nothing interesting to know so I put my phone back to my pocket.

I leaned my cheek on my palm as I stared to nothingness. I dazed too much that I began to loose sense of my surroundings. Some of my classmates are already probably thinking that I'm weird. But why would I care about that? I do this all the time. Moreover, I'm too busy contemplating on how should I act and behave in front of them in some cases of circumstances. I do this to avoid things like what happened earlier. I didn't come prepared of my actions and now I realized that I should have shown indifference rather than reacting with obvious embarrassment.

That made me feel pathetic.

I am fully aware that thinking something like this makes me deem as a plastic and fake person. But what can I do? It's not like they are ever real to me either. I am not a heroine of some kind of novel who has a soft and pure heart who always wait for someone to save her. There's no such thing in real life. I hold grudges and I can also be petty at times, but that's not something that I should show to people. The only way to survive in this school is through plasticity.

[Third Person Point of View]

Little to Roxanne's knowledge, there's a gaze fixated on her in a distance. She watched her with great wonder and curiosity. But she quickly looked away to avoid arousing suspicions. Soon her gaze fell to someone. And this person also looked at Roxanne for a brief moment and they soon met each other's eyes.

It was Miles.

There's been rumors about them having a relationship, but that's just rumors. The only thing going on between them is mutual understanding.

For a moment, she remembered the day when Roxanne admitted to her that she liked him. And now wondered how devastated she had become upon hearing the rumor.

"Beatrix, you've been staring at him. He might melt"- one of her friends teased.

Realizing. She was cut on the trail of her thought. She refuted shyly. " Hey! I'm not! I'm just deep in thoughts"

They went on teasing her and all laughed.

'I'll have to think of a way on how to get close to her'- she thought.