Walking home after such a tiring day is Cyril’s least favorite thing in a day. Honestly, he could afford riding the bus or even a taxi cab if only Hera didn’t ask him to walk her home. Earlier during the club meeting, Hera encountered some maniacs and they thought that she liked them after she took some shots from afar.
Hera tried to explain her side however, it wasn’t really enough for them to get away from her since she’s also pretty and attractive. It was only a good thing that Kode came by and Hera took that as her escape.
“Those assholes, they made my heart pound so much I thought my soul would leave my body,” Hera complained.
“You know, instead of asking me to walk you home,” Cyril said, “we could have just gone to the dean’s office and reported them.”
Hera sho
Ever since the day that Hera and Cyril joined the photography club, the bullying somehow stopped. For a little while, classes with Kode became the only chaotic part of Cyril’s daily school life. Photography club every Friday is the worst for him, though.Given that he doesn’t have any photography skills unlike Hera, he always fails to do the tasks that Kode assigns to everyone. This resulted in him ending up in detention for 3 consecutive days and a warning letter. Detention in this club means that he has to stay for another hour making sure that the club room is in perfect condition and that every piece of equipment is in place.He had no courage to complain to the club president so Cyril only fulfilled his punishments.“I heard everyone in our club is required to attend the acquaintance party.&rd
"I don't think this is a good idea, Hera," Cyril said just after he glanced at the school gate.The class hours have long finished and tonight the school is only open for the yearly acquaintance party. 8 years of studying in the same school and today is the first time that Cyril will attend a school party. Not that his parents don't allow him, it's just that he isn't a party animal. Which brings them to this situation again."I don't think I want to go," he added. Turning around and walking away.Hera turned around with him before she held his arm and pulled him back. She was able to feel his cold skin, as well as pulps of sweat, forming on his body and it made her retract her hands immediately."Eww, how many liters of water did you drink?" she asked in disgust.
Hera let go of the camera in her hand and let it hang around her neck, then she used her hands to make Cyril turn his gaze to the guy she’s been staring at since earlier. As if a magnet, even the best friend was mesmerized by the attractiveness of the stranger. “Who is that?” Hera asked. “You’re really asking me that question?” he returned a question to her with a disappointed face. “I want to talk to him,” Hera said. “Can you come with me?” “What? Why would I want to hear how you’d flirt with that guy?” “I’ll just ask for his name. I’m not gonna flirt with him.” Yeah right. Cyril only used his hand to gesture for Hera to go. S
“Thank you, Cath. You’re the one that helped me a lot with this club,” the moderator praised the female student. She was also the one who initiated the applause. “Without you this club wouldn’t be as great as it is right now.” The members all clapped their hands and Catherine silently thanked them for their appreciation. By this time, Cyril had gained his courage to speak up. He’s been hiding it for a while now since he couldn’t really find any right moment to tell his friends about it. However, now that the atmosphere is a little lighter, he has decided that it’s the right timing. After the applause died down, he slowly raised his hand and it caught the member’s attention. “Can I say something?” he asked. “Go ahead, Cy,” the moderator answered, prompting him to stand up with a hand
It's another first day of school in the Spring Gardens Academy in North Carolina. It's always very noisy during this time of the year. Every student knows that, most especially those who've been studying here for almost one year already.As if it's the school's tradition as well as the student's, if you belong in this school, you have to belong to one of the clubs too, or else you will be left out. Additionally, all clubs were approved by the headmaster of the academy. Thus making them confident that all students would have fun joining them."Hey, Cy. I heard from Prof. Doctor that you can change your club every year, want to change this time?" Hera looked at her best friend.They had been walking in circles for quite some time, looking at the newly introduced clubs for the freshies this year.
"Of all the clubs, why do I have to help the Readers’ club?"Hera’s slight tantrum made her best friend laugh at her reaction. Both of them know how outgoing Hera is, and reading books is not in her nature. According to her, that hobby is so bland and quiet.While her favorite hobby is singing or jamming, thus her club is the Music club. She's also the reason Cyril joined that club, because she wanted him to, but also because she knows that he loves to sing."Are you two sophomores?"Hearing the question, both students turned around and looked at the guy who turned out to be their homeroom teacher, Mr. McDonald."Yes sir, we are," Cyril said for both him and Hera.
The latter guy leaned back on the table before he looked down at the ground. After confessing to Ken, Cyril is quite watchful of his reactions and gestures and he is thankful that even though the atmosphere turned a little gloomy and awkward, Ken only kept nodding. Probably still processing the new information that he learned from the younger guy.The two stayed quiet for a little while before a group of female freshmen came to the booth."Hi," the girl greeted."Hello," Cyril greeted back, finding it as an opportunity to shift their attention and change the atmosphere. "Are you checking out the clubs?""Yes, we are," she said then looked at her friends and back at Cyril. "We just thought that maybe we can take a picture with you?"
He held his jaw and felt the stinging pain. His lips started to taste metallic as well. "I warned you, didn't I?" Cyril looked down on his fist, soothing the pain on his knuckles. That simple statement from the younger boy was enough to make Eric stand up and clutch his collar. By this time, Eric's friends decided to step in. Ken, who happened to just finish his break time, saw the commotion from afar. Since Cyril got involved, he immediately ran over to their booth and went to his side. "What's happening here?" Ken asked, trying his best to pull the two arguing students apart. "He came to harass me. I just punched him, after I gave him a warning that he didn't seem to
Hera let go of the camera in her hand and let it hang around her neck, then she used her hands to make Cyril turn his gaze to the guy she’s been staring at since earlier. As if a magnet, even the best friend was mesmerized by the attractiveness of the stranger. “Who is that?” Hera asked. “You’re really asking me that question?” he returned a question to her with a disappointed face. “I want to talk to him,” Hera said. “Can you come with me?” “What? Why would I want to hear how you’d flirt with that guy?” “I’ll just ask for his name. I’m not gonna flirt with him.” Yeah right. Cyril only used his hand to gesture for Hera to go. S
"I don't think this is a good idea, Hera," Cyril said just after he glanced at the school gate.The class hours have long finished and tonight the school is only open for the yearly acquaintance party. 8 years of studying in the same school and today is the first time that Cyril will attend a school party. Not that his parents don't allow him, it's just that he isn't a party animal. Which brings them to this situation again."I don't think I want to go," he added. Turning around and walking away.Hera turned around with him before she held his arm and pulled him back. She was able to feel his cold skin, as well as pulps of sweat, forming on his body and it made her retract her hands immediately."Eww, how many liters of water did you drink?" she asked in disgust.
Ever since the day that Hera and Cyril joined the photography club, the bullying somehow stopped. For a little while, classes with Kode became the only chaotic part of Cyril’s daily school life. Photography club every Friday is the worst for him, though.Given that he doesn’t have any photography skills unlike Hera, he always fails to do the tasks that Kode assigns to everyone. This resulted in him ending up in detention for 3 consecutive days and a warning letter. Detention in this club means that he has to stay for another hour making sure that the club room is in perfect condition and that every piece of equipment is in place.He had no courage to complain to the club president so Cyril only fulfilled his punishments.“I heard everyone in our club is required to attend the acquaintance party.&rd
Walking home after such a tiring day is Cyril’s least favorite thing in a day. Honestly, he could afford riding the bus or even a taxi cab if only Hera didn’t ask him to walk her home. Earlier during the club meeting, Hera encountered some maniacs and they thought that she liked them after she took some shots from afar. Hera tried to explain her side however, it wasn’t really enough for them to get away from her since she’s also pretty and attractive. It was only a good thing that Kode came by and Hera took that as her escape. “Those assholes, they made my heart pound so much I thought my soul would leave my body,” Hera complained. “You know, instead of asking me to walk you home,” Cyril said, “we could have just gone to the dean’s office and reported them.” Hera sho
“Kode is here,” a member announced to everyone inside of the room. “I think this is a mistake,” Hera said, before grabbing Cyril’s arm. She was also the one who turned around first, preparing to leave the room. “I said take your seat, didn’t I?” Kode asked. It made Hera stop and look at Cyril. With a hand gesture from the older guy, both of them went to take a seat on some vacant chairs. They stayed quiet as they noticed that everyone was looking at them. “We can just go if you don’t want us here,” Hera said. Once more looking at Cyril and seeing that he’s a little zoned out. Just as those conversations were happening, Cyril is a little scared and unsure at the same time about what’s happening. He couldn’t understand wha
“I’m not gonna sit down.” Kode elaborated his previous answer.“And why is that?” She continues to question her student.The boy chuckled at his teacher’s question before he shook his head. He bent down and took his bag which was placed beside the chair he was sitting on earlier.“Kode, I will report this to your mom if you leave the class,” she threatens.“Go ahead,” he challenged her as he wore one strap of his bag. “I’m not scared of her.”“Kode, we are trying to help you but you need to help yourself too.”“I don’t need your help, not anybody’s,” Kode replied
After Hera was able to swallow the food in her mouth, she held onto Cyril’s arm. “Don’t look back immediately, just listen to me first.” Cyril nodded at her fast. “Remember the guy from the other day, the one I said is your type?” “Yeah?” Cyril answered but at the same time he’s also unsure. “What about him?” “He’s sitting on the table next to Carmel’s,” she said, “don’t look directly at him, just pretend.” As Hera let go of Cyril’s arm he stayed still and continued eating. Just as some group of senior students came into the canteen, everyone’s attention was on them. So Cyril took this opportunity to look back and pretend that he’s attention was caught by them too. He let hi
7:00 a.m.The bell rang for the first time today to signal that classes are already starting. All of the hallways have been cleared of students too. Some who came late were asked to go to the disciplinary office.As for Cyril and Hera, they were almost caught by a student council member while walking to their literature class. Hopefully, they were saved by their teacher who called them to help her out with the books and some of her things as well.“Please distribute those to your classmates,” she instructed the two students as the three of them entered the classroom.“Yes ma’am.” They both went around to give the books to their respective owners.After settling down in their places, the teacher s
He held his jaw and felt the stinging pain. His lips started to taste metallic as well. "I warned you, didn't I?" Cyril looked down on his fist, soothing the pain on his knuckles. That simple statement from the younger boy was enough to make Eric stand up and clutch his collar. By this time, Eric's friends decided to step in. Ken, who happened to just finish his break time, saw the commotion from afar. Since Cyril got involved, he immediately ran over to their booth and went to his side. "What's happening here?" Ken asked, trying his best to pull the two arguing students apart. "He came to harass me. I just punched him, after I gave him a warning that he didn't seem to