Chapter 7

THEODORE'S POINT OF VIEW:

Ever since I was young, I've always heard stories about fated mates. My parents, Troy Lee and Alexander Greene, are the living example of those stories.

True enough, the concept of fated mates is surely something one would romanticize, but that's not the case for me.

I've always found it irrational and fictitious, because something like that is not possible in real life. Even the concept of love is something I find irrational.

Love is merely the result of our brains deceiving us into feeling that kind of emotion, and so is thinking that you're fated with someone.

Fated mates...

Being drawn to someone the first time you meet, seeing them over and over again as if destiny is pulling you back together, being unable to take your eyes of them, and finding it hard to imagine a life without them... All of these are merely the deception of our brains.

Sure, I've felt the emotion we call 'love', however I've only felt familial and platonic love, and never the romantic kind of love.

The concept of romantic love is something I could never fully understand even if I've already learned the scientific explanation behind it.

And so... I could never understand how other people around me seem to easily identify what they feel as 'love', when in fact, it is a complicated topic for me.

How could I, a person who excels in his academics, find it so hard to understand something most people find easy?

"I... like you," the person in front of me said with blushing cheeks. Looking down at that person with an uncomfortable gaze as I put my hands inside my pockets, I said, "What do I do? I don't feel the same way as you."

"It's okay. I just wanted to tell you how I feel," she said as she smiled at me, her eyes looking a bit dewy as her tears started to form.

"Thanks," I smiled.

After a few seconds of silence, she just bowed her head and ran away from me.

A few minutes ago, I was called to the back of the school building by someone from another class. It's still the first day of class, yet I'm already receiving a confession from someone whom I don't even know or recognize.

My smile faded. I looked at my wristwatch and saw that lunchtime is almost over, so I decided to head back to the classroom.

"What a waste of time. I should head back now..." I said to myself. Before I could even take a step from where I stood, I felt someone staring at me.

I immediately turned to the direction where it came from, only to see nothing but a plain view of concrete ground.

"Hmm..."

I must have been wrong.

YURI'S POINT OF VIEW:

[A FEW MINUTES AGO]

It's already lunchtime, but I don't have anyone to eat with. I wanted to eat with Chesca since she's the only person I ever got to talk to, but she was nowhere to be seen at lunch.

After eating alone in the cafeteria, I decided to take a walk around campus to familiarize myself with it.

I'll be studying here for the next few years, so it would be better if I know my way around here. I'm currently behind the building where my classroom is to see how it looks like.

Back in my hometown, I often ate lunch behind the school building because... Never mind that.

"So, uh... I called you here to tell you something..."

Hmm?

I took a peek upon hearing someone's voice.

There was a cute girl standing in front of a guy, whose back looked familiar. Just seeing him from behind was already enough for me to recognize him.

I stared at him too much earlier at the entrance ceremony that it's difficult to pretend that I don't recognize him.

"Do tell," Theodore Greene said in a nonchalant tone.

This scene is way too familiar since I experienced this kind of thing too often back then. Hearing how Theodore spoke that way, I can tell that he knows what's about to happen next.

It's a confession.

"I... like you," the girl said as she blushed.

I couldn't help but cover my mouth with my hands as I found the situation very interesting. It's still the first day of class, but she's already confessing to someone. That's some courage she's got there.

A smile formed on my lips as I suddenly felt thrilled to hear how Theodore would respond to her. My granny used to say that how someone responds to a confession reveals a fragment of their personality.

"What do I do? I don't feel the same way as you."

Upon hearing his response, my smile slowly vanished. One thought popped in my head as I watched them from a distance.

Ah, I'd never get along with this person.

"It's okay. I just wanted to tell you how I feel," the girl said with a trembling voice. Even from where I was standing, I could tell that she's gonna cry anytime now.

"Thanks," Theodore responded.

After that guy's thanks, they were surrounded with silence. Even just watching them was enough to make me feel awkward.

After several seconds of awkward silence, the girl finally decided to leave.

Makes sense. Why would she stay there longer when she just got rejected? That would be embarrassing.

Theodore Greene...

Even though I don't know him personally, I think we really won't get along. I thought he was such a dreamboat so I wanted to know him more, but I don't think I'd want anything to do with him anymore.

Well, we're just strangers so my opinion about him doesn't really matter.

"What a waste of time. I should head back now..." I heard him say.

I almost scoffed upon hearing what he just said.

Suddenly, he turned his head in my direction, making me instinctively hide behind the building quickly. He probably noticed that someone was looking at him, but...

Did he see me?

I took a peek once again and saw him walking away with his hands inside his pocket.

I stepped out from where I was hiding as soon as he disappeared from my sight.

"Theodore Greene, huh...?" I mumbled to myself as I recalled how he looked like.

Just as I thought, it's impossible to get along with him.

Why?

It's because we're the same kind of trash.