I feel like there was a knot inside my stomach. They were chaotic and won't seem to stop anytime soon.
"Hey, Jasmine to earth?"I was pulled out of trance when I heard Taylor speak. My eyes were no longer on him. However, I could still feel the crazy creatures inside my stomach. What are they trying to do? Tickle me?"Are you okay?" I heard Sean ask. I just shook my head because I couldn't seem to bring my tongue to say anything. They were tangled.Taylor began to talk about her painting. I've been seeing this in our room, but I never saw the finished version.It was a butterfly, but instead of a normal butterfly, the body was a body of a woman without a face. There was a cocoon near it, which I'm guessing that the butterfly just transformed into a full-grown butterfly. Its wings were colorful and the woman's hair was very long. Looking at the painting, I figured it was about a woman getting out of its comfort zone. It's a woman going out of her hoDays passed by so quickly. This week, we'll be having our first midterm in the University. I worked my ass off the past weeks. The moment I knew that the midterms was coming, I studied double time for my subjects.Mom was right when she said that it's one of the times in our lives that we won't have enough sleep. Yeah, she was right. I barely slept for the past weeks. I guess the longest sleep I got was 4 hours. Even if I decide to sleep the entire day, I feel like my mind is working on its own- waking up at a random time of the day. I don't have many things to do so I always end up studying. But I'm not complaining. I guess it was better this way.For the past weeks, Flint and I haven't spoken. Ever since what happened, we sometimes meet along the way, but we only look at each other for a while and always end up looking away.Taylor and Sean noticed the avoidance but didn't say a thing about it."Jas, do you mind if I ask you something?" Taylor suddenly
I woke up to a white surrounding. I was certain I was at the infirmary. I've never been here. It's my first time in an infirmary."Hello?" I called. I was on a bed with curtains all over me. There was something pierced on my hand. I even looked up to see it was hooked to a bag. I thought I was gonna collapse because of the lack of sleep, but it seemed something more than that. I was in a freaking dextrose!The curtains suddenly opened and revealed a woman in her mid-30s. She smiled at me. "Hi. How are you feeling?"I tried to feel if there's anything hurting in my body. My head hurts a little and my strength hasn't come back yet. "A bit weak? And my head still hurts."She walked near me and checked my hand. She also checked the bag."You were dehydrated so you need the dextrose. That's also because of your lack of sleep. Nothing to worry about. You just have to rest," she said. "A lot of students get admitted here during midterms and finals."
I stayed the entire weekend at home. It was refreshing to be there. I missed my bed so much that I couldn't get up from it. I basically just stayed at my room while I was trying to regain my strength.But going home has its cons. My sisters annoyed the hell out of me with their questions."So do you see Flint more often?""Are you not dating anyone?""Do you think I'll get in if applied at UC for my college?""Oh, do you see hot athletes like in the movies?""College athletes are hooooot.""Seriously, Jazzy. Don't you like Flint at all?"My head ached because of their non-stop questions and I was not really on the mood to entertain their queries. My head was unable to think for answers. For some questions, I also refuse to answer. Good thing Mom told the two not to bother me because I was sick and had to regain my strength so I could go back to the University. Because if not, they'll bring me to the hospital. And the hospital is the last place I want to be in that moment.Fortunately,
Our exams were given back to us with our midterm grades. I wasn't excited about it. Before, I would be. But everything's just really different here in college.I just received my midterm grade for my bio subject- a minor subject I have. I'm not a fan of science, that is why I am a creative writing major. Science and math just don't sit well with me, but I can say I always get decent grades from those subjects because even if I wasn't the best in that subject, I make sure to work my ass off to get good grades.I got a 1.5 grade. I guess that's not bad. It's just a midterm grade, I think I can work more to get a flat 1 in that subject.But on the other side of my head, I thought, what the hell. It's not a major subject so I shouldn't think so much about it. But then again, the righteous and grade-conscious in me would insist that I should mind it because it's still part of my grades. If I want a Latin honor, I should watch my grades.I tried my very best not to get it in my head so much
The journey to finding a dress to wear was never easy. From the office, I went back to the dorm and check if Taylor has something I could wear.I shouldn't be thinking so much about this. I shouldn't be exerting so much efforts. But I don't want to look out of place so this is something I need to do.This is for the weekly mirror, not for me, or anybody else."Where are you gonna use it for? Is there any fancy event you have to attend to?" Taylor asked when I reached our room. She was just there and watching netflix on her iPad. I suddenly feel jealous because she has so much time. Since I started preparing for midterms, I haven't opened a book and I really miss it. It's just that now, I have things to prioritize. For example, a cocktail dress that I can wear for tomorrow.Ugh. I hate that I didn't ask Flint about it yesterday. Now that I think of it, he should've told me about it yesterday. Then I wouldn't cram about looking for something to wear right now.I debated with myself if
I know their family is very wealthy. I know that very well. But I didn't know his grandfather founded an organization. Hell, I didn’t even know he's an alumna. And not just an ordinary alumna, but someone who’s definitely influential. "He's pretty much one of the reasons why I chose UC. Because he graduated here and he wants me to continue the legacy of the organization he founded," I heard Flint say. After being welcomed to the venue, we were ushered to a table at the front. I was expecting to sit at the back, roam around, because that's what I should do. But instead, I am being ushered into a special table in front, with Flint. We're near the mini stage that they set up and it's making me feel small. The ballroom was so huge that I probably looked like just a dot. "You're rich and influential," I mumbled. I was just supposed to keep it in my head but my mouth's just pretty unstoppable sometimes. I'm not normally talkative but when nerves get in chaos, all the words get loose.
There was something in the way he's looking at me right now. It's melting me and making me feel things that I shouldn't be feeling. No. I've already decided to move on and I should do everything it takes to forget whatever fuzzy feelings I was feeling. Because this can't be. This just can't be. I quickly looked away as I tried my very best not to think so much of the way he's staring at me. The traffic light says go so the drive resumed and thankfully, the staring stopped. I don't know what's going on in his head at the moment. But I was sure that in mine, it's chaos and it's making me even more confused about my feelings. I shouldn't nurture it because the more I nurture it, the more it will grow. I don't want it to grow. There's no good in letting it grow. "So.. what should I expect in this event?" I asked, to fill the silence. The music was no longer helping with the atmosphere so I felt the need to talk. Also, I need to know what's in this event so I can adjust my expec
"Why?" I quickly asked. "Why the hell would I bid for you? I don't even have money!" I glared at Flint, while he just grinned. What now? He finds my reaction amusing? The hell, I would never bid on him! God, even if I am a millionaire, I won't spend money on him. What was he thinking? "Hey, you're panicking," he murmured. "Why wouldn't I? You're giving me reasons to panic!" I almost yelled. I saw people look our way but that's the least of my concern now. "Okay, listen..." he mumbled in his calm voice. How could he stay calm right now? What is this? "You're just bidding for me. I will give the money. Just... save me from anyone who tries to bid for me." That kind of calmed me down. But I still gave it a moment to think. So I'm just going to bid for him. I don't have to spend even a coin from my own pocket. So basically, he's paying for himself, just so he could get away from whoever tries to bid on him. But as far as I remember, he was kissing someone else, according t