I never had a fight with anyone. When I was a kid, I remember being bullied because I was so petite. But I never fought back. Growing up, I wished I should've just fought those guys who looked down on me. I realized my fear of socializing stemmed from that experience. And now, I don't want to ever experience the same thing.I may be quiet and hate talking to a lot of people, but I can say I am a decent human being. And it hurts to think that no matter how good you are to people, that cannot stop them from being assholes towards you.Now I am left with nothing but the urge to confront each and every classmate who throws those kinds of looks at me.I stood up from my seat and approached Amy's table. I could hear Sean following me. He even tried to calm me down, but this is just enough. I cannot take this treatment I am getting from these people.She was so brave earlier, scoffing and ugly looking at me. But now that I am right in front of her to confront her, she suddenly looks so scare
With a determined mind, I walked faster towards Flint. I think he’s still oblivious of my presence. He’s busy talking and laughing with his friends, who, by the way, are unfamiliar. But what the hell, I'm determined here. This needs to stop.I could feel Sean still tailing me. I didn't ask him to be here, but he's still here. Well, at least I did not force him to be here.I stood in front of Flint and his friends. When he saw me, I saw him suppressing a grin. His friends, on the other hand, are looking and checking on me. It kind of made me feel uncomfortable, so I quickly looked back at him.He looked at me with that usual facial expression he always wears whenever he's looking at me. I'm not an expert at knowing what kind of looks they are, so I just shrugged it off my mind."May I speak with you?" I asked, directing it to Flint. I don't want his friends to think they're involved or something. I need to speak to him in private because I know I'm not capable of talking to a lot of pe
"Good morning," Taylor greeted, smilingly. I just woke up and am now still sitting on my bed. It's Friday, which made me excited for the weekend because I'm coming home. My parents will be out of town for a work thing. Dahlia and Hyacinth will be left home, so I also volunteered to go home. I don't have many school loads, so I think it's fine."Morning," I greeted back. I finally decided to stand up and get my shower caddy. It's already past 10 am. My professors for my first two classes weren't around so we didn't have class earlier. My first class for the day will be later after lunch.I took my towel and hurried to the bathroom. It wasn't that full because it was already quite late.I don't know if it is just me, but whenever I'm in the shower, I also do multi-tasks. While doing my thing in the shower, my mind also wonders wherever. This is one of the times I get to think about things. I know it's weird, but sometimes I make life-changing decisions when I'm in the shower.Just like
I had to stop myself from strangling Flint. Actually, it took a lot of strength not to punch him in the face. Since I told him to stop, he really did stop. I was not expecting him to become even worse now that he's being annoying again. I should probably take a lot of patience with me everyday. That encounter with Flint really messed up my mood. His mere presence is really enough to stir the bitch in me. Not to add his annoying words that kept ringing in my head. Ugh. I'm not really sure where this hate is coming from. I don't like guys that much but I sure don't hate them like how I hate Flint. It's just really frustrating how he makes me feel inferior or something. I hate feeling like this. But no. I shouldn't let this get in my head. I have classes and an Editor-in-Chief to approach. I shouldn't be too affected. But really, how can I ever repel Flint's presence? If there is something that can shield me from seeing his annoying face and hearing his annoying voice, I would gladl
Of all the people I have to see, I never expected it to be Flint. Never in the world did I think he's some guy who's into writing or whatever. It was never in his aura! I stood there, still frozen and so was he. It has been seconds but all I could do was stare. I still can't believe he's here. I've always seen Flint as someone who only knows games, fun, and stuff like that. I never pictured him to be part of something so serious. I'd like to slap myself. Maybe I'm just dreaming. But the noise coming from the office is proof this is not a dream, that this is reality. "You're part of the Weekly Mirror?" I asked, my brows furrowing. I bet it was evident on my face that I cannot believe he's here. Seriously, can he blame me? It was like he was awakened from a trance or something. He just stared at me for a while, which is really weird. He then shook his head and cleared his throat. "Is it that hard to believe?" "Yeah," I replied quickly. He chuckled as he opened the door widely. "I
I don't smile often. Maybe that's one of the reasons why people get intimidated by me. Back in high school, I didn't hang out much with friends. I have a very small circle and I can't even say we're that solid. But now here in college, I have Taylor and Sean. It's still a small circle, but the difference is we hang out whenever we have the chance and they make me smile and laugh a lot.My mom would be happy to know I'm in a good circle."Do you think it's better if we like... you know, take a Masters after this degree?" I heard Taylor ask. It's Monday but there's a university-wide activity going on that's why we don't have classes. We're here at the usual cafe, just hanging out. Although I brought the book I'm currently reading in case I want to read and my iPad in case I want to do school-related stuff."I guess it depends on you. If you want a job right after you graduate, you go and apply for a job. If you don't think you're ready for the real world, then I guess it's okay to take
I have done a lot of pieces ever since I joined our school publication before. I've written poems, articles, reviews, and other things that can be put in paper that would get the interest of the readers. When I became the Editor-in-chief, I did pretty much all the work- from assigning my members topics, relaying our adviser's messages to our members, editing the pieces my members submitted, and finalizing everything so we can submit our compiled works for print up.I was never into socializing but being the school paper's Editor-in-chief gave me the opportunity to lead. Even if it didn't help with my being introverted, I can say I've learned something from leading. I can say it's not the best, but it's not the worst either.When Sean, Taylor, and I decided to wrap up our stay at the café, I was a little bit all over the place because I'll be going to the office later. Although I believe it was still early so I just decided to go back to the dorm with Taylor to rest for a bit. I need t
Robin gave me an assignment- write a review on a show happening here in the University this coming Friday. The review will be up for next week's issue so I have nothing to do yet. Also, the show will be on Friday so I have to wait for that in order to write a review. For now, they gave me access to the Weekly Mirror's previous reviews on different shows here in the University- may it be a musical, drama, or whatsoever.And that's exactly what I did the entire time I was there at the office. I made myself busy by reading all of those pieces and taking note of the important things that should be put into the review.Actually, I'm scared about writing a review because I don't know if it's going to be good or bad. I haven't written one except for the book reviews I uploaded online for the books that I have read. Mostly of those reviews only tackle the good parts of the book. I don't usually put bad reviews because I was scared of being too honest. I feel like being honest will set me up f
When Mom said she's near, I went out of the apartment and waited for her outside. I brought the things I would need because we can't discuss things in the apartment because Taylor's there. It's almost dark now and I'm not sure where she would take me so we could talk. But I couldn't care less. There are far more important matters we need to prioritize. A few meters away from where I am standing, I saw her car slowing down. I felt the erratic beating of my heart again. I am about to know something tonight. It could be big. It might surprise me. But I'd rather feel that way than be clueless at all. Mom stopped the car right in front of me. She looked at me through the window to her side. "Hi, hun," she greeted. I could tell she's a little tensed. "Hi, Mom," I replied. "Hop in," she said. I did what I was told and got inside the passenger's seat. As soon as I sat there and settled, silence enveloped us. I'm not used to the silence. Mom and I talk a lot and I hate that we
After that interaction with that man, I couldn't go back to what I was initially doing. There are a lot of things running in my head- questions I was answers on. I can no longer concentrate so I decided to just go back to the apartment. No one was there when I get home so I'm pretty much alone- alone with my thoughts. I couldn't even stay still. I would lay on the bed, sit up, stand up, pace around the room. I was restless and I know I couldn't do anything if I don't ask my Mom. If there's someone who can explain me everything, that would be my Mom. So I got my phone and dialed her number. As much as I want to go home to ask my questions in person, but that would take hours. I can't wait for a few more hours just for my questions to be answered. I needed it to be now. Mom's phone just rang on my first call. I couldn't just give up. So I dialed her number again. On the third ring, she finally answered and my heart almost jump upon hearing her voice. "Are you okay, hun?" Was t
The weeks continued and our set up stayed the same. Due to Flint's busy schedule, there are days when we don't see each other. It's sad and I was really longing for his presence each time, but I understand that I can't demand for his time because he has things he needed to do. I was also kind of getting used to going somewhere alone when my friends are busy. When Flint still has a flexible time, he's the one I'm always with. I'm pretty much used to being alone, but it's just sadder now. Today is one of those examples. Taylor has a thing with her organization, Sean went out with his friends, and Bailey, who I really considered one of my close friends now has a date with Elisse. Flint doesn't get jealous anymore with Bailey. He had seen him together with Elisse once and according to him, they were making out to the point that he wanted to shout at them and tell them to get there own room. After that, he never got jealous again, because he knows Bailey already has someone he's craz
I know Flint. I know when he's mad, when he's stressed- pretty much everything. For the many months that we've been together, I've learned not to counter his sour mood with another sour mood, and I believe he's also like that when I'm the one in a bad mood.We don't always have good days so I understand if he's in a bad mood most of the time, especially now that all his school loads are quite hectic.Hearing his tone, I know he's not in a good mood so I just try to give him a small smile as I open the gate so we can get inside the apartment. It's already dark and cold outside so we need to be inside.Nobody talked while we were on the way to our unit. All I could hear was the sound of our shoes on the floor. Right then, I knew Flint's tired and probably so stressed. I'm not really a patient person, but with him, I can always stretch it. Maybe that's how love is.When I opened the door to our apartment, I saw Taylor sitting on the stool at the counter, with her laptop in front of her.
Relationships really has its ups and downs. All throughout the months Flint and I were together, we had fights and also made up. There were days when I thought we were really going to break up but he would do unexpected things... he would try to win me back each time.I love Flint. And I love how he makes things better for me. I love how he always say sorry even if it's not his fault. I love how he always make sure I had coffee before classes because he knows how I don't function well without caffeine. I love how he brings me food I didn't even know I wanted even when I don't say anything.I love him. Everything he does, I love it.I've always thought that like any other relationships, ours will also have its honeymoon phase just in the beginning. But eversince we were together, Flint does everything that exceeds my expectations. In return, I also do the same. I make sure that I give him the same love I'm receiving.But no matter how perfect a relationship may seem, there will always
"Hi!" I happpily greeted. It took a few seconds before Flint looked my way. When he did, he then smiled."Hey," he murmured. I scowled a little when I realized that there was tension between him and Bailey. I don't know what's up. I just know something doesn't sit right with them.I tried to dismiss it though. Maybe it was just me reading too much into the situation. "Hey, we have a new applicant," I said smilingly. I then turned to Bailey and smiled at him. "This is Bailey. He's a transferee and we have the same major! He's interested in joining the Weekly Report," I mumbled."Hey," Bailey mumbled. He offers his hand for a handshake. Flint took it as he introduced himself."I'm Jasmine's boyfriend," he said."And the Weekly Report's layout artist," I added."Great. Nice to meet you," Bailey mumbled."Ditto," Flint said. He then turned to me. "Are you still needed here?" He queried."Yeah, I guess. Eya will be alone if I leave," I replied."Oh, no. It's okay. You can go, lovers. The
It was officially the first day of the second semester. Like the first day last semester, it was pretty much like introduction of syllabus and other stuff about our subjects. We also had some activities and most of the professors only talked to us for a while and then dismiss us.On the oval, there were a lot of booths organized by the different clubs here in school. It was recruiting season again so after the class, students come and visit the booths to see and check what clubs are available.Since I don't have a class anymore, I proceed on our booth. It was currently headed by Eya and Robin. Robin will have a class in a few minutes so I'll take over. We will cater students' questions regarding the rules and regulation of the club, as well as how our organization works.We also handed out flyers. There were some new faces which I bet were transferees and they're looking around. They reminded me of me when I was still new here in the university. Well, I'm technically still new, but I'
Days passed by so quickly. My last duty at the admin office was yesterday and now I'm just here at the apartment, resting and preparing myself for the upcoming semester.I've already applied for the scholarship that I was eyeing and received a reply that I passed. This semester, I'm officially a scholar which means that my parents don't have to pay for my tuition. It was a really big help especially that Dahlia will be in college soon. Mom and Dad were happy about the news. I didn't tell them I applied for the scholarship. I just told them that my average qualified and I just thought of applying.I also received the news that I was one of the students who got a high GWA for the first semester. In the first week of classes, there will be an activity to be held for those outstanding students. Certificates will be handed out and parents are invited. I thought it wasn't that huge of a deal for my parents because they've been doing it ever since I started going to school. They pretty much
After saying I love you to the person you love, what comes next? Do we take this relationship to the next level? If so, what's the next level? There were a lot of things running through my head when we first exchanged those three words. I know I already felt it and it's the truest it can be. I love being with Flint. I love telling him how my day went. I love how he listens to me everytime. I love how we become so comfortable with each other. I love Flint. It wasn't my plan to tell it to him while we were doing the deed, but at that moment, I just couldn't keep it in. I love him, and I'm afraid this love is overflowing. He's my first love. He's the first ever guy aside from a family member that I ever loved. I've written romance stories, and also read those kinds, but in reality, it was a different thing. For starters, it's reality. There's no pause, no cliff-hanger scenes. In real life, things go on. After we did it, we fell asleep. Now, it's already morning and all I did eversi