Chapter 1

4th June 20××

6:00 A.M.

Smith's Residence

Angel's Point of View

I am Titanium~

I woke up because of my alarm clock. I slowly opened my eyes. I adjusted my self from the light and finally sat down. I stretched my arms up and looked at the window. The sun's really up, I thought.

I took the blanket away from me and stood up. I took all my hygiene stuffs and went inside the bathroom. The warm water from the shower really helped me to get rid of my sleepiness

After that, I went out of the shower. I wore my uniform and tied my hair into a messy bun. I wore my eyeglasses and stared at my reflection for a while. Still the same.

Yes, I'm not pretty and so?

I opened the door and went downstairs. I was still more than meters afar from the dining but I could already smell the food from here. It smelled very palatable.

When I was at the dining area, I saw Mom holding a newspaper while sipping from her coffee. When she took notice of my prescence she nodded at me and greeted a good morning, but didn't bother to smile.

Im getting used to it though. Don't take it another way! What I mean is, I know she loves me, I really do. But since 'that' incident happened, She was too drowned at work. And I understood that. If that's her way of moving on, why not?

I sat down infront of my mother and prayed for awhile. When I was finished I scanned the food on the table. Bacon, eggs and hotdogs. I noticed my milk was missing so I asked Yaya Cezza for it.

I took a glance at my mother who is still busy reading. She's got big circles under her eyes, I bet they're Prada since its her favorite.

"Let me guess, you slept for 4 hours only, didn't you?" I asked starting to eat my breakfast. I cut one part of the hotdog and bacon and stuffed them inside my mouth. I took the yellow part from the egg and put it in my spoon together with rice. I chewed it up and looked at my Mom again. She took a glance at me with her forehead creased. Then, she slowly nodded. "Had tons of work needed to finish." After that, she returned to reading her news paper. Yaya returned pouring me a glass of milk. She left after I uttered thank you. When I had finished my breakfast, I went to the driver and asked to go to school. I was driven off by Kuya Rex.

Kuya Rex Sison. He was the most trusted driver we ever had. When that incident happened, he was the one who adviced me what to do. Truly a good second parent for me. Kuya Rex has been my driver for more than 15 years. He gets high salary too though. I can't imagine myself without him!

Kuya Rex did what I asked. When we arrived at school, Ocampo University, Kuya Rex bid me goodbye and I did the same. I carried my backpack at my back and held some of my books with my hands.

Students were talking along the sidewalk. Pretty much about the summer. They were carrying make up kits instead of Books, ooh they came here for makeup class maybe? I rolled my eyes upon my own stupidity.

I was having a nice walk towards the bulletin board when I saw familiar faces walking towards my direction. They ran towards me with big smiles on their faces. People were staring at them. Who wouldn't? The dance troupe leader and choreographers are running towards a nerd's direction. Who wouldn't be surprised?

"Best friend!" She exclaimed and hugged me after, causing all my books to fall. He then was at her back walking towards us with two hands on his pocket. When he was infront of us, she was still hugging me. He just shooked his head.

She let go of my hug and faced me with excitement all over her face. "I miss you, best friend! Akala ko nakalimutan mo na ako!" Olive said and pouted her lips.

Olive Claire Gomez. My bestfriend as she says. She's the Ocampo Dance Troupe's Choreographer. Oh, trust me. Boys have been drooling over her. Who wouldn't? She's definitely perfect. But most of the time, OA!

"Who says so?" I asked in a low voice. Just then he stood up and gave me all my books. I uttered thanks.

"Well, for your information, she has been whining because she thought you forgot her." Quince said while nodding his head, staring at her still crying.

Quince Carlisle Clifford. The leader of the Dance Troupe. His family owns Hotels all over the Philippines. He's one of the campus heartthrobs. Many send him love letters everyday. They usually ship Quince and Olive together but it didn't lessen the number of his admirers, dude! He's kind, handsome, talented, smart. But he's unfortunately, you can't have everything just like how he can never have a better sense of humor. You might end up laughing at him instead of his jokes!

"Okay, okay. Im sorry. Just got busy with some business" I said and hugged Olive. Quince stared at us trying to surpress his laugh. He just shook his head when I glared at him.

"Ugh, what is it again?! I'm tired of your drama! Drama here, and then there. Don't you get tired? What? Don't you know how to answer questions? God!" And there Zeena goes.

Zeena Kryst Valentine. Looks can really be deceiving. One look at ger face, you can really tell she's completely innocent. But dont get too drowned. Zeena and her family owns communication Agencies in Manila. She's the vocalist of the school band. This woman is the complete epitome of an Amazona. Though, believe it or not, that girl's one hell of a playgirl. She has lots of flings but never a boyfriend. Never did she once have a girlfriend. But she, has a fiancee. I believed that in her past life she ate a million megaphones and her mouth is made of armalites.

"It's not their fault your nagging can't be interrupted," That, ladies and gentleman is Zeena's one and only fiancee.

Vaughn Lester Fromyt, Zeena's one and only fiancee. Vaughn and Zeena literally hate each other. Vaughn hates noisy people and Zeena hates nosy ones. This is the scene we are getting used of every year. Zeena shoots us with her armalite mouth and Vaughn counterattacks her with his Bomb-like temper. Vaughn is one of those girls drool over. Though not as much as Quince has, he has ones too. The reason? Vaughn ignores them while Quince thanks them.

"Excuse me, am I talking to you?!" Zeena asked bravely.

"I'm right in front of you, there's no need to shout!"

And that everybody is what I mean when I say they fight. They will never stop. Everyone by the hallway is now staring at us. I mean, duh? Campus heartthrobs here and 2 famous persons arguing. Plus the fact that they're fianceés, this would be great gossips! If this humans were other persons, they would pick another place to argue in order to not hurt they're reputations. But since they're not, they dont care about their reputation. Unbelievable as it seems but my bestfriends are all humble.

"Y'all done? Can we go see our room numbers now?" And there comes the referee.

Ashton Zephyr Maniego. My ever loving bestfriend. He stands as the referee everytime this thing happens. He's our total joker, but when he's pissed, he really is. My bestfriend's a soccer player. He's an MVP. And if I'm right, he's the second most loved heartthrob of the university. If he's a joker, opposite I am. He's cool to be with, really. Their family owns malls and the likes. He has a good heart. And I also, love him... as a friend.

"Blame Zeena and her God damn nagging mouth," Vaughn said while scratching the back of his head. Zeena just rolled her eyes at him and kept quiet. Just then Zephyr approached me, wrapped his right hand on my shoulders and kissed my forehead. Always the sweetest.

"Hey Elle! Missed your sarcastic remarks," He said. Am I supposed to take that as a greeting or an insult? Tss. And stupid him. We were together for the whole summer. Plus, he was with us when we bought school supplies.

"Glad to know someone did," I said while rolling my eyes. It has become one hell of a habit of mine. Cant live a day without it maybe.

"Hey! It's 7:15! Let's go?" We all nodded at Quince's statement. He smiled at us and lead the way towards the bulletine board. As usual, the boys go and search for our rooms while, we, girls, wait for them.

The boys arrived and lucky us, were all at the same room. Class 1-A. We're now 1st year college students. Here only at Ocampo University. With the course of Business Administration.

As soon as we arrived at our room, some girl students immediately screamed a little. Enjoying the prescence of three campus heartthrobs in the room. Though I was clearly thankful that they were a little different from cliché stories. Yes, they are campus heartthrobs but girls don't scream when they are around. They're not the typical flirty fangirl type. Which was an advantage on our side.

We all sat at the last row. It's our favorite spot here. So far, first day has been good. From the usual over acting Olive, comforting quince, armalite like mouth of Zeena, Vaughn hating Zeena and shuting her up, their fights and Zephyr being the referee; everything went so well. Normal as I label it. Pretty great day.

"Ooh, I got the nerd on my class." then she partners it with giggles then smirked. She shook her head out of disappointment. She doesn't get tired, does she?

Kier Olivar, known as Ms. Perfect. She hates me, as hell! I get her though. Ever since I joined, she left our group, she never was nice to me. She was civil to the others. But she was a devil to me.  But don't get me wrong, she was a saint to everyone else. She hates me, us. Goddess as she is. Many men come and court her, but she rejects them. The reason? The hell I know.

"I wasn't informed that aside from veing blind, you're now mute." She asked raising a brow at me and still smirking. I still didn't pay attention to her. I will not get into a fight. I want a peaceful life. Not the action-filled one. Im happy for what I have.

"Shut up, Kier" Zephyr suddenly said out of nowhere and glared at Kier. I feel sorry though. Kier and Zephyr were the best of friends until I came. And I dont know the reason,she suddenly left. Kier rolled her eyes and went to her seat, talking to her friends. I wonder if they're real ones.

"I'm sorry," I looked at Zephyr. Im not surprised to see the worry etched all over his face. This is the scenario that always happens every year. Kier bullies me, I stay silent and then Zephyr gets irritated and will scold her, there only would she stop.

"For the hundredth time Elle, it's not your fault. Okay?" He said and gave me an assuring smile. I stared at him and nodded while smiling. I'm really lucky to have this guy as my bestfriend. I feel sorry for Kier, he let a big catch go.

I nodded as a response. It was still early and each and everyone of them started talking about random stuffs. They were talking about their Pradas, Chanels, Guccis and other branded stuffs. Some were talking about Jonah, Corbyn and other Why Dont We guys. As for the boys, same old topics. PSPs, Computers, Gadgets. Tsk tsk. Me? Im here. They know me already. I always have this alone time all by myself. And they inderstand that I need it most of the time.  I was listening to my Favorite song. Rewrite the Stars.

You know I want you,

Its not a secret I tried to hide

You know you want me

So dont keep saying our hands are tied

I dont know, but I feel really attached to this song. It feels like deja vu or something. It feels like I'm missing someone I dont know.

You claim its not in the cards

And faith is pulling you miles away

And out if reach from me

But youre hearing my heart

So who can stop me if I decide, its on my destiny...

Here's this feeling again. Everytime I hear this, it feels real. Honestly I could listen to this all day. I closed my eyes and started to sing along.

What if we rewrite the stars,

Say you were made to be mine

Nothing could keeps us apart

Youre the one I was meant to find

.

I can feel the emotions creeping out on me as I sing the song. It brought chills down my spine as the sudden image of a man suddenly appears in my mind. I just shrugged it off and continued singing.

Its up to you, and its up to me

No one could say what we get to be

So why dont we rewrite the stars,

And maybe the world would be ours, tonight!

I immediately stopped singing when I heard my classmates cheer. I opened my eyes and saw them all looking at me. I felt my cheeks reddened so I immediately diverted my gaze. I looked outside the window and saw a boy standing there looking at my direction. When our eyes met, I felt a sudden electricity running through my body, I felt the chills on my spine.

"See? I told you , you should join the Music Club!" I immediately diverted my gaze. I looked at Olive and saw her screaming her lungs out. Over Acting Olive. And before I could reply, Zeena suddenly spoke.

"Cab you please just shut the fuck up, Olive! Your voice is so loud, so annoying!" She said really really irritated. And as usual, there comes her ever loving fiancee.

"Her voice is annoying, yours is ear-shattering," I'll pay a million peso, they will start quarrelling. And as if on cue, Zeena faced him and pointed herself.

"My voice? Ear-shattering?! How dare you! You haven't fed me a single grain of rice and yet you dare insult me?! How dare you!"  She asked in a super loud voice which made the people's attention divert towards her. I think their fights aren't that bad after all. It's a blessing in disguise.

"Whatever Zeena, just shut your trap."

"And why would I bother follow you?"

"You know? You would've been a great and fitful wife if it weren't for your obstreperous mouth."

"I don't know and I don't care! Go find an aphonic woman for a wife. Fail to do so, and I hope you rot in hell."

"Is anyone asking?"

"Is anyone answering?"

"Do you hear anyone answering?"

"How could I when you're so loud?"

"Stop that stupid banter already, the Prof's here." And before the world would collapse, the great referee Zephyr appeared. And he was right. Just then the Proffessor went inside the room and made us introduce our self. Since Kier was the first one, she was the first to introduce.

"Hi! Im Kier Olivar. 18 years old. Nice to meet you!" She said with her genuine smile. When you look at her right now, you might not believe it when I tell you that she, is bullying me. One of the reasons why I kept quiet about these Issues.

And the introduction continued. So far,  Im really challenged. Theyre all valedictorians from great and known schools. I mean most of them. Until the line arrived on us.

"Yahhooo Pipol! Olive Claire Gomez po, 18 po, representing Phillippines po!" And the classroom was filled with laughter. Slowly, a grin formed on my face. Plus the fact that she used Po at the end of every sentence seemed funny but cute at the same time.

"Hello! Im Quince Carlisle Clifford, 18. It's a pleasure to meet you." Then he smiled genuinly. The room was filled with cheers and all the girls fangirling. Cant blame them, he's damn perfect.

"Zeena Kryst Valentine. I'm 18, and I hate noisy people. They make my day so stressful. Who wants to be with stressful, noisy people anyway. Right?" Everyone nodded. Then she smiled, a real one and went back to her seat. Before she sat down, she looked at Vaughn and rolled her eyes. Vaughn chose to ignore her and go tk the front.

"Vaughn Lester Fromyt. 18" Tsk, he didn't even bother to speak atleast 10 words. A man of few words. He then went back to his seat and slouched.

Next to him was Zephyr.

"Hey! Ashton Zephyr Maniego's the name, baby for short!" Everyone laughed at his joke. He just pouted and went back to his seat. I was about to stand up when a man came inside the room. He held his knee and breathed air a lot of times. He was knew to my sight, though he seemed very familiar. Before I could introduce, he spoke first.

"Dimian Laurence Parker. 17, turning 18 this year. Pleased to meet you! Oh, sorry I'm late." He said and looked at our professor, he then bowed a little. The Proffessor said it was fine and asked him to take a seat. He then sat in his chair and sat up straight. Great poise for a man. You Gay?

When I know that he was done with his speech, I stood up and introduced myself.

"Im Angel Smith, 17 years old. Glad to see you." I smiled shyly and went back to my seat. Just then, the proffessor announced that we should take a roam around the school a little since Its our first day. Besides, teachers have meeting.

"Cafeteria?" Quince asked and we all nodded and headed straight towards the cafeteria. When we were able to choose our table we took our usual routines. Quince will buy food for him and Olive, Zephyr for me and him while Zeena brings vegetables - for she maintains a great diet- and Vaughn buys for his own. We, who are left at the table, guard it. Organized, aren't we?

We ate for a while. No one dared to speak. It didn't feel awkward though. We got used to it. But trust me, the silence's not gonna last long.

"Uhm guys, I heard that clubs are open. Anything you got?" Quince asked. We all looked at him. He was still wearing his angelic smile. Olive was the first one to speak.

"Oh, Quince and yours truly are on the dance troupe. How about you, guys?" she asked us, same question. Zephyr raised his hand as if he was going to recite infront of the class. Quince nodded.

"Kung saan si Elle do'n nalang ako" She asked while looking at me. I rolled my eyes at him. Why? Nah, I just feel like doing so.

"Music Club, my career as the prettiest vocalist alive has not yet come to an end." Zeema said. Chewing up her sandwich, she looked down. Vaughn looked at her and shook his head; acting disappointed. "No one asked, Zeena" He said returning his attetion to his phone. Zeena rolled her eyes, and before she could even speak, one of our batchmates approached her

"Hey, Zee. I thought we're going out?" He asked. When he took notice of our prescence, he smiled at us and nodded. Not a friendly person, ey? But that didn't get my attention. It was Vaughn. He squeezed the plastic bottle on his hand, while his eyes were still on the phone. Oh, I smell Jelly. hehehehe

"Oh, Yeah. So, gotta go! See ya!" She said after fixing her hair. She waved at us and nodded at the boy. If I'm not mistaken, his name is Matthew.

"Hehe, I smell Jelly Beans. Do you smell tyem, Vaughn?" And then she giggled together with Zephyr. They look crazy. Getting used to it by now.

"Excuse me." They all looked at me. It has been my first time to speak since I sat here. "Gonna go somewhere. See 'ya!" I said. I was about to stand up when Zephyr held my arms.

"Where are you going, Elle?" He asked. I looked at him intently and smiled, a little. I held his arm and gently pull it away from me. Then I stood up and went outside the Cafeteria. I took my step towards the garden. My favorite place. Peaceful, Beautiful and full of alone time. I sat on the grass and listened to music.

[Now palying- Strong by 1D]

(A/N Shout out to my ever loving BFFs. I hear you always singing this!]

My hands, your hands

Tied up like two ships

Drifting, weightless

Waves try to break it

I'd do anything to save it

Why is it so hard to say it?

Here I am again everytime I listen to familiar songs. It seems like Ive been through this. Like I have felt it or seen someone feel it.

My heart, your heart

Sit tight like book ends

Pages between us

Written with no end

So many words we're not saying

Don't wanna wait 'til it's gone

You make me strong

I started to close my eyes and sing along to the song. Every rythm, beat and melody I hear, it really colides with the emotions I feel. It seems... real

I'm sorry if I say, "I need you"

But I don't care,

I'm not scared of love

'Cause when I'm not with you I'm weaker

Is that so wrong?

Is it so wrong

That you make me strong?

Honestly, I keep singing and feeling this. When people ask me of to whom I dedicate this, I have nothing to say. Duh! I have no Ex or boyfriend! But, I have a crush though.

Think of how much

Love that's been wasted

People always

Trying to escape it

Move on to stop their heart breaking

But there's nothing I'm running from

You make me strong

I'm sorry if I say, "I need you"

But I don't care,

I'm not scared of love

'Cause when I'm not with you I'm weaker

Is that so wrong?

Is it so wrong?

So, baby, hold on to my heart, oh, oh

Need you to keep me from falling apart

I'll always hold on

'Cause you make me strong

I'm sorry if I say, "I need you"

But I don't care

I'm not scared of love

'Cause when I'm not with you I'm weaker

Is that so wrong?

Is it so wrong?

I'm sorry if I say, "I need you"

But I don't care,

I'm not scared of love

'Cause when I'm not with you I'm weaker

Is that so wrong?

Is it so wrong

That you make me strong?

I'm sorry if I say, "I need you"

But I don't care,

I'm not scared of love

'Cause when I'm not with you I'm weaker

Is that so wrong?

Is it so wrong

That you make me strong

I opened my eyes. Then, unconsciously, my tear fell. I dont know why. Maybe because I got too carried away by the song? Don't know. But I am really enjoying my alone time here. Perfect...

"I was looking forward to having my alone time, you know?"  Or not. A man came approaching me and sat beside me. I was about to ask him, what he needs when he handed me something.

"What's that?" I asked. I stared at the hanky he gave me. Yes, you read it right. He let me borrow his hanky. What for? I looked  at him, I gave him my most questioning look. He rolled his eyes at me.

"Food, try it, it's delicious!" Oh, I guess his course is Philosphy. Well, he's not alone. Want a game? Bring it on.

"No thanks. Im full, you can eat it instead." I answered and gave him my most annoying smirk. He looked at me with amusement and annoyance in his eyes. Mission Success! He is getting annoyed. Once again, he rolled his eyes. Oh, thank God I'm not the only one in Earth who loves to do that.

"Enough of the stupidity. I thought you were crying." He looked at me. Does he freaking pity me? I hate being pitied. It's not that I have high self esteem nor am I an egoistic person. But If I am down, what I need is motivation not pity. Though I'm not down at the moment. I shook my head. I stood straight and offered him my hand. He handed it. I helped him get up and then I spoke "Thank you for the Concern but I bet you misunderstood. Bye." I said  casually and lead my way out of that place. I went to the classroom and had a talk with the girls. When I was enough of talking, I took a sleep. And dreamt of something... again. Yes, I always dream. And they feel real. Like deja vu or something. Ugh. Yes, this is me.

Angel Smith. Elle as they call me. I am 17 years old! Simple. Nerd. But I have friends that I love dearly. And I have freaking nightmares that feel real. I feel every lyric of the songs I sing. One thing to describe me; Weird. Yes, I am. I am Angel Smith, and this is my life.

"Hey, Elle! Wake up." I opened my eyes to see my bestfriend waking me up. I nodded at Zephyr and took my bag. He handed me his hand and I gladly accepted it. One thing, I really do enjoy my life. Period.

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End of Chapter One.

Thank you for reading!