The next day, my blockmates were busy discussing our assigned readings for the day. We will have our recit for History again, so everyone was anxious.
I sighed and kept my head down. I focused on my readings. I read these last night, so I was just reviewing it already. I also had my notes already for the important details.
I closed my eyes and recited the keypoints in my head.
I was at that state when I heard the door opened. I immediately opened my eyes and I saw Sir Greg in front of the class already. I sighed and closed my notebook.
"Good morning, class. Beadle, your index cards please." Our beadle went to him and handed our index cards.
I sat properly when he started shuffling the cards. I read this, but I'm not that confident yet.
I pressed my lips togethe
"First one would be... Lemuel, Felice." I gulped when I heard my name.
Fuck. Really, first?
Dam
I took a deep sigh and compos
I didn't know what to say nor how to react! How the hell did my parents know about Sir Greg? What's their business?!"Let's eat?" Mommy urged. I smiled awkwardly.
“Mom, I’m going already! I’ll be late if I’ll wait for you!”I was half shouting already as I ran down our grand staircase. Mommy was in the kitchen, making sandwiches. Well, I’d like to have some because her sandwiches are the best, but then I am super late with my first class already.“You sure you don’t want the sandwich?” I can hear her giggling while saying those. I pouted.“Nope!” And I ran outside the house already.Our driver was already opening the door for me, so I just hopped in immediately. I heaved a sigh and rested my back on the backrest. I closed my eyes and placed my bag beside me then I plugged my air pods and played it on full volume.
“Miss Lemuel! Come, have a seat with us.” I smiled timidly when Sir Gregory welcomed me to their headquarters that evening.It was already around 6 pm, and it was already dark outside. Students were also starting to head out of the campus, yet here I am, still having an org meeting with the Campus Journals. I was already invited last year, but I declined it due to a conflict of schedule with the Student Council. I didn’t even tell mom about that offer because I know she will push me to take it, just like how she made me do this. Gosh,I heaved a sigh and nodded my head before walking towards the empty seat in front. The chairs' setting was in horseshoe position, so it was like a conference table except that it’s not totally oblong, but a ‘u’ shaped table. Sir Gregory was standing right in front of us.
It’s Sunday, and I’ve been bombarding my head with all the facts that I will need for my article. The team’s deadline will be by the end of the week since it will still go through a lot of readings for this article to be perfect. It is my name that they will put in the issue, and of course, I don’t want to mess this up.I sighed and stared at my iPad blankly. The readings are beside the iPad. I was already half the file that I was required to get through, and my head is still not functioning. Gosh. I’ve been staring at the blank document for the draft, but my hands couldn’t just type a thing.Now, this is what I was avoiding. I really don’t like the topic. Sure at some point, it’s interesting, but then it’s really not just my thing. However, I cannot just pull it out because I already made a commitment. Oh, Felice. What is happening with your life? Gosh. I took another deep breath and straightened on my seat. I grab
I bit my lip as I patiently wait for Sir Gregory’s email. I was still on my bed that Monday morning when I received his email that he’s currently reviewing my drafts. It’s a holiday today, so I won’t go to school. I even thought I would be spending the whole day sleeping, but then it turns out that I will be waiting or editing for that draft.Oh god, I don’t even know why I am so nervous! This is making me crazy! I hate waiting!I let out a deep sigh as I leaned my back on the headboard. I got a pillow and placed it on my lap. Then I placed my laptop on top of it. There wasn’t any other tab open except for my email. I kept on refreshing it ever five minutes just to check if Sir Greg has replied to me already, but I just kept on disappointing myself because there aren’t replies yet.Now, my anxiousness is getting stronger! Oh, gosh.I heaved a sigh and t
I once heaved a sigh when I finally got out of our car. “Bye, mom!” I waved at Mommy. She just gave me a smile and a nod. I sighed and went inside the campus already. I tapped my ID and then walked through the campus corridors. I checked my wristwatch for the time. It was already 9 AM and my first class today will start at 10 AM, but I needed to be at the student council room at 9:30 because I will ha a meeting with Sir Greg. That was what he emailed me yesterday. At first, I thought it was about my drafts and I was so freaking nervous, but then he said that he just needed to meet me because he wants to ask some questions about the student council. I took a deep breath as I turn to the student council building. I am not sure if he’s there already. Gosh, I feel like my chest is going to burst as I approached the student council room. I really hate this uncomfortable feeling! It makes
I stared at the pile of papers on my table. Great. I heaved a sigh and got a paper to start what I needed to do. It’s already eleven in the morning and my next class is still at two in the afternoon. These papers are the students’ list of suggestions for our college days. These are from each of the department, and I need to sort this out before the college days. I don’t even know why we’re doing this. I mean this whole suggestion thing, and I just don’t get why I need to reconsider this if we already have the past recommendations of the students last year. Gosh.I shook my head and scrolled through the papers. As much as possible, I tried the fasten my pace because I still need to study for my exam later. I was in the middle of skimming when I heard the door of the Student Council Office opened. I immediately looked at it and I was stunned for a moment when I saw Sir Greg’s head peeking out.I took a deep
Chapter 19 Assignments, reports, student council meetings, school paper meetings, and other academic events. Those are the things that I did that whole week. I never let myself do nothing. I needed to be distracted, and my school work kept me that way. I needed something to focus on because the moment I have time to think or the moment that I’ve got nothing to do, those crazy ideas of liking my instructor always crept into my mind. It’s seriously driving me crazy. Gosh, what the hell is even happening to me? I mean, it’s just been how many months since I met him, and I never really got a chance to have a legit conversation with him in a casual manner. It has always been those random moments. I don’t even remember how or when it really started. My God, Felice. You’re really going crazy!
All my life, I have been trained to be the best. I was trained to always follow the norm, the standard. I was little miss perfect. They turned me into one, and I had no choice but to be one. I didn’t have much freedom growing up because there were a lot of expectations from me. They were all watching me. I couldn’t move freely because every move that In make, they will always have a say about it. When college and Gregory came, that’s when I first got a taste of my freedom. It was forbidden, but every time we go out on our own, I just felt so free. I felt like I was spreading my wings and flying to wherever I want to go. I was out of the limelight. No one was giving a fuck about what I do and no one was judging me from head to toe. But then that freedom with Gregory has its perils. I was so much ready to fight for him, but it turned out that he was not worth to fight for. Greg is my first love and my first heartbreak. What he did to me and to my family was just so much that I couldn’t
“They will announce you already as the new CEO, hija, at the gala.” My mother said while we were in the living room. It has been days since that meeting with the family and currently, we are preparing for our departure two days from now. I just gave her a smile. “I know, Mom,” I answered before looking back at my laptop where I am reconnecting with my former boss and Flannel’s requirements for school next academic year. “Alright, you should bring Flannel to our designer, then. We need to look gorgeous in the gala, hija,” she said while smiling from ear to ear. I just rolled my eyes and nodded at her. I went back to making my Flannel’s requirements again. She didn’t bother me anyway. She just stood and went to my dad’s office. I shrugged and continued what I was doing. I want to finish everything before our flight to the US, so all I would think about once we get there will be just the house where my parents will be staying and how I will get back to work again. I was lucky enough b
I honestly don’t know if it is the right time to do this meeting with the family because of what is happening in the family, but then we have no choice as we were running out of time already. We need to do this now since we also need to go back to the US already. I don’t know but, I just felt like I needed to get away from this all ready for me to start over again. “Are you ready?” Mommy asked again when we were getting out of the car in front of the building. I looked around the lobby and saw that there were a lot of employees eyeing us. Mommy was walking with her head up. I was beside her and we were walking side by side as we went to the elevator. A lot of guards were with us. I didn’t even know why Mommy brought these guards with us. I mean, it's not as if we are going to war here, you know. Tsk. I shook my head and just walked with her though. When we reached the office, Atty. Lockheart was already there, waiting for us. Mom went immediately to our lawyer."How's your paper?"
Everything was chaotic. We were the talk of the business world for I think weeks. Yes, the issue was that long. Aside from the chaos outside, we also had inside fights of course, but then unlike before, Mommy and I didn't make Flannel available to any of our relatives. They can lash at us all they want but they are not touching my daughter.I've heard the worst things from them. They had their presscon and we just stayed silent because we didn't want this to grow like wildfire. May they want to? But then I won't give them their satisfaction. The important thing is that my daughter knows my truth and I have already explained to her what happened and why this is happening. It took me a lot of courage, but I was just so blessed that she was able to understand and that she didn't make it hard for me to explain. She understands why I needed to do it for her and she also understands why she cannot see her father yet. It's been four weeks and during those times, I did nothing but make sure
"Let's go, Felice!' I wasn't able to say anything and I just let my mother dragged me out of that cafe already. I was still so stunned because of what happened. My mom was ranting while we were on the way to the car. My daughter was asking me questions but I couldn't answer them because I was still so preoccupied with what happened. All the things that my mother was saying in the car were like air that passed by me. I couldn’t comprehend what they were saying and I felt like I was floating and everything around was just background noise. All the way to our house, I was just staring at outside blankly. I couldn’t believe what just happened earlier. Everything was chaotic when we got home! I was so shocked to see a lot of reporters outside our village and even outside our house. Shit. What the hell is happening?! “Get Flannel inside now! Secure everything inside and outside the village, am I clear?” I slumped my back on the couch. I saw Maia getting Flannel out of the living room, w
“Shall we talk about our setup, then?” I asked Greg as I watched him looking at Flannel who was enjoying her ice cream. He has been silent for the last few minutes that we were here. I sighed again and just looked at him. I saw him gulp and then he cleared his throat. "Uhh, yeah…" he said and looked away. I raised a brow on him. I don't know why he couldn't look at me, to be honest. I just didn't dwell on it and started talking. "We will be going back to the States," I started. That's when I got his attention. His eyes widened and looked at me confusingly. "What?" he asked unbelievably. I sighed. "You know that Flannel's school is in there and my decision in managing the company remotely is final, so we will really need to go home, Gregory. Plus, my parents are going with us, too."I saw how his lips parted when I said that. He gasped hard. "But what about me, Felice? How can I be with my daughter?"I let out a sigh again. "That is why we need to talk about it. We can have an a
“Are you ready?” Maia asked my daughter as she was getting her ready for later. “Yes, I am! I am!” she said excitedly. I quickly avoided her gaze. We were on the couch in the living room and I was watching her as she was getting dressed by Maia. She was wearing a pink dress and cute white doll shoes. She looked like a princess twirling around. I was staring at my daughter who was all smiles already. I couldn’t look at her. My heart felt like it was about to go out of my chest already. I don’t know what to feel. My body was trembling already and I could feel the cold embracing my whole body. I took a deep breath again, trying to calm myself. I closed my eyes for a bit. “Felice,” I froze on my feet when I heard my mom calling me. I let out a sigh before slowly turning to her. “Mom,” I called. She gave me a different kind of look. I couldn’t tell what she was trying to tell me. I find it hard to read her face at that moment. In the end, she gave me a small smile. She then went ne
Ever since the incident five years ago, I have always taught myself to be very careful of the decisions that I will be making in the future. Being careful means choosing whom to be with. When I gave birth to Flannel, I vowed to myself that I will never be near my relatives again and I will never introduce her to Greg. But really, life is just so unpredictable, huh. I mean, just when I didn't want to come back to the Philippines when my father got sick leaving me with no choice but to come back anyway. Then, I was able to fix my family which I thought to be so impossible already. Now, I am just not sure if I am willing to let destiny decide whether I should let Flannel meet her father. I don't know. I am just so confused right now. "Felice…" Maia called. I closed my eyes and covered my face with both my arms. I bit my lip and looked down. I was on my bed in an indian-sitting position. My head was aching and my mind was haywire. I couldn't think straight, honestly. Flannel was with
After that exhausting meeting and commotion, I went home to our mansion already. We were supposed to have a meeting in the afternoon, but after all the drama, I just couldn't take it anymore. I needed to rest already and I needed to relax first. I needed to see my daughter. She's the only one that could calm me now, to be honest. I sighed and closed my eyes. I took a deep breath before going out of the car. I held onto my shoulder bag and went inside our house. It was already 3 in the afternoon and the living room was so quiet. It made me wonder then if Flannel is taking a nap or something. All I saw were our helpers. They were doing their chores. I sighed and decided to go up already. I went to my room but it was empty. I was about to go to Flannel's room. When I bumped into Mommy on the way there. I immediately arched my brow on her. "Mom, is Flannel sleeping?" I asked but instead of answering she hurriedly went to me and held both of my shoulders. "Oh god, what happened?! Are y