Chapter 04

"A bunch of flowers again?"

I snorted when Candy grabbed my bunch of roses. I didn't even get through the gate when she started me again.

"Tch! Give that to me. You're really starting to annoyed me Candy, can't you just properly took it from me?" I said annoyed while grabbing the flowers back.

Candy cupped her forehead and put her hand on her head, which was obviously annoyed on me too. I smiled at her.

"Do you have lice?" I jokingly ask to lighten up the atmosphere between the two of us.

She stopped and looked at me. "The one who's receiving that flowers you bought is more than looks like a louse." She stomped his feet in the ground.

"It's so bad that you compare him to a louse." I sniffed again.

"Oh just leave it alone, Abigail. He's a pest for me!"

"Why are you so highblooded? It's still morning Candy, and you already had a horn. It's also a first day of this week" I said then continue to walk. She followed me after.

"Isn't it obvious. Who wouldn't get high blood pressure from you, look at how you look now. Didn't Troy gave you again a selfish words during last Friday? Why is there a flower now? Are you really that stupid?"

I took a deep breath while smelling the rose I was carrying. Many students looked at me and others started whispering, while the majority were still congratulating me so I smiled at them too. The others are good, support until support, while this Candy, a close friend of mine. I don't know if she really supports me or wants to sabotage me right now.

"He didn't mean it Candy. You know the outline of Troy's mouth." I'm still defending him, even though I know to myself that he's really getting into my nerves, but because he's my happiness, I can't stay mad at him.

"How can you be sure, Abigail, huh? Tell me. Make me understand about that he didn't mean it telling you that harsh words of him."

I shrugged my shoulder. "I just felt it."

"Oh, you're a big gaga, Aby. I don't know about you anymore, I'm not going to talk anymore. You're anyways going to get bumped too, and maybe one day, you'll wake up to the fact that Troy will only hit men and never woman all over his lifetime being alive."

"You know I don't know if you're really my best friend or what, can't you just be happy for me?" I stopped and looked at her.

She rolled her eyes over me and twisted her lips. She's a dead serious looking at me and I know where this can lead. "How can I be happy for you, Abigail? How I am supposed to be happy with a well knowing to myself that you are hurt every time that gay man threw you a selfish words, and there you are crying over and over. Do you think that a true friend will be happy even if she knows that somone is hurting her best friend? Hey Abigail, I'm not a plastic person, and most of all I don't want to trample someone with my words. So you can't blame me for why I'm like this for the way you feel about that Troy."

I left out of words. I just looked at her directly in her eyes. I never saw Candy like this. Her face was red, probably from annoyance.

"It's up to you now, Abigail. As long as I didn't fail to remind you everyday, I can be quite now. You're grown up, you know what's good for you. If you want to hurt yourself and leave your heart to that gay man, it's up to you. As long as I'm telling you, just when you cry again because of him, he will taste his own medicine." She looked threatening and marched away from me.

With every step Candy took, she seemed to make me feel that she wasn't kidding. I looked at the flower I was carrying. I just sighed and headed the other way to get to Troy's college building.

I tried to put Candy and all the thing she said out of my mind. I put on an ear-to-ear smile while going upstairs.

I just met Samuel just in time. His hair is messy and his arms are full of scratched, his uniform is also messy and some parts of the buttons are damaged. When he saw me, his eyes narrowed. I thought he was going to approach me but he just gave me a look and went straight down.

I was worried about his appearance but I didn't have the courage to ask. I didn't want to talk to him anymore so I just let it go.

The scenario I encountered next above was unexpected. Troy's classmates were making a fuss and gathered in the middle. I couldn't see what they were focusing on but I felt a different pounding in my chest. My eyes quickly searched for Troy but Jack's angry face greeted me.

I even looked next to me maybe because he was looking there but he focused his eyes directly on me and the flower I was holding. He was about to approach quickly when Brando came out from nowhere and was quickly stopped him. Brando also immediately saw me and signaled me to leave but I did not obey. I was confused by what was happening. Why did Jack look at me like that?

I took a step closer but a quick grab at my arm stopped me. I let go of the flower and looked at Jack who was silent as if watching me.

"It's your fault." He spoke loudly and dragged me out of the scene. Because of the shock he sent to my senses, I was stunned, but I also quickly realized that there was another hand that pulled one of my arms.

"T-Troy," my voice trembled when I saw his blown up lips and eyebrows. His nose was still bleeding, which made my chest throb even more.

"L-Let her go Jack." Troy said softly that he didn't even look at me. I turned to Jack and tried to remove my arm from his grip but he was using his full strength.

"You're hurting her, Jack. Let her go." He uttered again and tried to ungrip Jack's hands all over my arms.

Jack looked at me intently before letting go of me and immediately going down the stairs. I turned to Troy when he tightened his grip on my arm. He seemed to notice my grimacing, so he quickly let go of me. He was about to turn his back on me when I pulled his polo shirt.

"What?!" His annoyed voice said again.

We were able to steal the scene when there was a teacher who was almost out of shape as he approached us. Brando immediately let some of his classmates in while Troy and I headed off.

"What happened to your face, Mr. Monreal?" The teacher asked worriedly and turned to me with a questioning face.

 But I shook my head. I don't know anything about what happened, except that Jack said that it was my fault.

"Nothing Ma'am. It's just a little fight, but it's all fine now." Troy sighed and immediately said goodbye to the teacher.

While I was left staring at her back.

"You're in senior high right?" The teacher grabbed my attention. I nod my head involuntarily. "What are you doing here?"

I bit my lower lip and turned my gaze to her. "I'm just visiting a friend, Ma'am." I said, making her nodded twice. 

"You're the vice president of senior high, aren't you?"

"I am, Ma'am." I answered.

"I see, anyways. I'll excuse Mr. Monreal for his first subject, just escort him to the clinic so that his eyebrow and lip fracture can be treated. Then, go to guidance to settle this mess."

I just gave the teacher a small smile and a nod and waited for her to pass me. Later on, I peeked into Troy's room. Brando and some of his classmates saw me. I saw Brando scold Troy but he ignored it. I snorted. He's mad at me again, even though I'm not doing anything.

I scratched my temple. I don't know how to get Troy out. I want to use my position but I don't cover the area of college students.

I was go back to my senses when i see the teacher earlier coming apart. 

 "Hasn't Monreal come out yet?" She asked.

"Not yet Ma'am, I don't even cover the students here. Maybe I should just ask the president for help—"

"No, that's not necessary. I'll take care of it, come join me inside." The teacher said and I nodded.

I bent down to follow her.

Some students were also silent when we entered. Most of them were looking at me, the others were staring intently while the others were smiling at me and giving me a simple wave.

"Mr. Monreal, son." The teacher said.

I looked at Troy. He didn't even look at me even though I was next to the teacher.

"Yes ma'am?" 

"Go to the clinic first. Get your wound treated and go straight to the guidance—"

 "There's no need Ma'am, it's far from my soul, I won't report it anymore. It's just a little misunderstanding betywen Sameul and I." Troy said with his arms crossed.

He's going to endure it later on, he's gay, she's soft.

I snorted at what my mind said.

"It's not possible, son. Go ahead, stand up and someone will go with you," the teacher turned to me. "Name, hija."

"That's Abigail, Ma'am!" One of Troy's classmates answered.

"Abigail. She will accompany you, Monreal. And I'll take care the rest if you don't want to report this issue, but I want you to get treated."

Troy did nothing after that. He just nodded and went behind with his change of t-shirt. I just noticed that some of his buttons are also broken. My eyes welled up when I remembered Samuel earlier. Couldn't... Couldn't they be the ones who fought?

I immediately followed Troy. He went down the stairs without even waiting. I speed up my descent to catch up. I only stopped when he entered the restroom. Fidgeting with my fingers, I waited. I remembered the flower I left upstairs, it looks like I won't be able to give it away because I'm flirting with beast mode again.

"Why are you still here? It's time for your class." Troy avoided me when I touched his wound with cotton with alcohol.

 I stopped for a moment. "I'm excuse because of this." I answered sparingly.

That's what the teacher told me earlier. She said, she will take care of Troy and I's first subject. I'm not worried because even if she doesn't excuse me, I'll still prioritize Troy.

"That's hurt, take it easy!" He clung to my arm and squeezed. I just didn't bugde that tight squeeze.

"Can you please stop yelling, Troy. You're a man—Ouch!"

"Just treat it. Stop talking to me!" He cut me off with a flip on my forehead. I glared at him and stressed the application of the cotton on his bruises.

"A-Ouch! What?!"

 "You're so noisy!" I suck and hold his chin so he doesn't move.

I treated him seriously. I didn't ask anymore about the earlier and especially what Jack told me. I seem to have had an idea. If I was the root of it, Sameul would have rushed Troy for sure. It's not a secret to everyone how I feel about Troy. Even Jack probably knows that.

"What Jack said earlier..." I stopped walking. "Don't pay attention to that, it's not about you that happened between me and Samuel. We just got heated but I'll repeat, it's not because of you."

I didn't move to answer. I just continued walking but immediately stopped when we were right on the stairs going up to them. "The flower I left upstairs, that's for you usual. And I dropped your favorite chocolate in your locker, eat it, okay." I said, weakly.

Troy looked at me. The kind of look that I should be worried.

 "Don't do that again, Abigail."

"Do what?" I ask, confused.

"Giving me flowers and so on."

 "Why?"

"Just stop it."

I laughed. "Here we are again."

"I'm dead serious, Abigail. I can't take it anymore. And one more thing, it was wrong in the first place, that I agreed to what you wanted. I have a boyfriend. Even if Jack doesn't tell me, I know he already knows. I don't want to lose him, Abigail." His voice was pleading.

It's like I've been stuffed in the chest.

 "W-What about me?" I stammered a question.

His eyebrows met. "I don't know, Abigail. But I only know one thing right now. I'm going to break the bond we have for the relationship I've cherished for so long—"

"I want you Troy—no. That's wrong. I love you already." I said, boldly. "I love you Troy. How about that?"

He shook his head. "We both know I can't try or even convince myself to like or love you because I'm not straight, and you need to accept that." He sighed and looked away from me. He started walking while I just watched him.

"I-I can't Troy. I'm falling..." I trailed off knowing he heard. He was only a few steps away when he stopped. He still turned his back to me and I can feel how sharp his gaze are.

"Please, Abigail... Save yourself from falling even further. I can't repay you even a single drop."