01 - Best Friends

The moment the clock hit the hour, I tucked my laptop into my backpack and slung it over my shoulder, making my exit from the uni building. I kind of liked how the backpack felt hanging there on my back-familiar and kinda comforting.Stepping outside, the air was fresh, with that cool evening vibe creeping in. I strolled through the campus at my own pace, taking in the wide-open spaces and well-worn paths, thinking about all the students who've walked them before me."Yaya!!"The air buzzed with the excitement of a familiar voice calling out to me. Before I could even spin around to confirm, a wave of warmth washed over me, signaling the owner of that voice's approach.At that moment, my body moved on its own, guided by a blend of instinct and familiarity. I caught the hand that reached for my arm, effectively pinning the other girl in place. I secured her hand behind her back."Nivi, how many times must I tell you? No surprise attacks," I said, the hint of a smile betraying my sternness as her exaggerated pout met my gaze, "You're lucky it's me; anyone else might have left you nursing a dislocated hand by now.""Ouch, ouch, ouch," Nivi hissed as she tried to untangle herself from my clutches, "Anyone else would have welcomed their best friend with a warm hug!"Gently, I ushered her ahead of me so she could take the lead, keeping her within my line of sight. If she didn't take the hint, one of these days, my reflexes might truly get the better of me, and I would end up killing her.Neveah Sinclair, or Nivi, as I fondly called her, was a portrait of a rare beauty - a perfect blend of Asian and European heritage - petite in stature, she possessed captivating doe eyes that seemed to hold stories within their depths. Her hair, a luxurious cascade of locks, flowed down to her waist, framing her delicate features and enhancing her ethereal charm.Our first encounter? She ambushed me on my first day in high school with the declaration that I was the spitting image of a webcomic character she adored and ended up with a broken hand in a hospital as a result.What? Nivi's level of openness hit me like a splash of cold water in the face, and I returned it, albeit in a less-than-pleasing manner.I've always been more popular among girls than boys. So, when Nivi decided to orbit my universe, I didn't think much of it. But lo and behold, she turned out to be the stickiest of the bunch, hanging around longer than anyone else had managed.Nivi even somehow expected us to attend the same university together, but sadly for her, I don't choose my school depending on where my friend wants to go. She is important to me, yes, but not to such a degree where I would lose my autonomy.She ended up landing in the literature department of a university that's conveniently close to mine. Fate, or her crafty planning? I'm leaning towards the latter.Despite my proficiency in combat, as one could get a glimpse of from a while ago, I was actually pursuing a degree in mechanical engineering.And so, our daily lunch at the university canteen became a thing. Together, we make for an odd pair-me, decked out in attire that whispered "prepared for the apocalypse," and Nivi, draped in ensembles that practically shouted "woodland fairy".Nivi elegantly paired a skirt with a crisp blouse, all cozily hidden under an oversized cardigan. In stark contrast, my outfit leaned heavily towards the utilitarian - cargo pants paired with military boots and a tactical vest layered over a water-resistant hoodie.Onlookers often mistook my "style" as a deliberate fashion choice. Little did they know, my attire was less about making a statement and more about the practicality of being prepared for any moment that might come my way.Nivi suddenly turned to me with a spark of anticipation in her big doe eyes. Her waist-length hair swayed gently as she matched my stride, "Hey, Yaya," she began, her gaze locking onto mine, "have you read that webcomic I mentioned last time? 'Beauty and The Beast'? They've finally adapted it into a comic, and it's really good! The guys are just...wow, so handsome. And the female lead? She's still so annoying! Honestly, if I were in her place, Winston would have been part of my harem in no time."Regrettably, I had to shake my head. "I haven't managed to read it yet," I confessed, my tone filled with a touch of apology. "You know how it is with my dad. He came up with one of his unexpected trips again..."My father had somehow thought it was a good idea to drop me and my sister in the middle of a jungle for a survival challenge over the weekend. I opted not to share this part, preferring not to shift our casual chat towards my personal problems.'Winston? Ah, must be that scarred tiger-man character.'"So, what's QinQin done now to become your latest nemesis?" I asked, showing slight interest. Being a good listener was something of a survival skill for me-you pick it up quickly when life's as unpredictable as mine.Nivi's passionate recounting of the stories she loved always drew me in. Her enthusiasm, complete with rants and praises, was, at least for me, far more engaging than slogging through a lengthy novel or comic myself.Why immerse myself in pages for hours, maybe even days, when I could get the essence of the story from Nivi's vibrant summaries in just a few minutes?Despite our slight differences, there was one particular aspect, where Nivi and I found a common ground-neither of us had any real interest in the dramas of being in an actual romantic relationship with real life men.The appeal of falling in love had bypassed me for almost my whole life, whereas Nivi was convinced that no real man could ever hold a candle to the fictional beings she dubbed her "book husbands."