Stay, here in my heart, Naomi...

"Let me go, Nelson!" Naomi harshly pulled away from him as soon as Lana and Samuel disappeared from their view.

"What's wrong Naomi? What did I do to you that you despise me that much?.."

"As I said. Nothing wrong, just stay away from my business."

"No. It's not going to happen. I'm not going to let you go. At least I won't."

"Don't make me repeat myself!" Holding up the rage buckling in her, she makes sure Nelson heard her well this time. "Stay. Away. From. Me."

"NO." Nelson gets a hold of her arm before she gets the chance to run away again. "Give me a chance, let us prove that we are not meant to be together." Nelson hadn't staggered from his position, inoffensive by Naomi's harsh attitude toward him. "Give me a chance." He said, almost half whispering.

As if the time had frozen, for a second, Naomi had listened to him. Their eyes locked, and a surge of adrenaline rushed causing her dewy cheeks to beet red.

"I..."

"It's alright Naomi, I know I shouldn't force you into accepting me. But I'm eager to make you heard me, this time." He pleaded, tiring of the games of chasing around.

"You are..., ridiculous," Naomi stuttered, averting his gaze, in a way too soft to sound angry nor irritated. The sour taste was crumpled in her chest, waiting to be released.

Hoping Naomi will catch up with him, he leads the way. Throwing one last glance, a hand stuffed in the pocket, he said, "Come, let's go." He ordered. "Perhaps I should make a move first, since, you still refuse me to be around?"

"No, I mean, Nelson..."

"It's Neil... You may call me Neil." The striking clear brown eyes penetrate into her soul, assuring her it's alright to let her insecure down.

In this world, she had no one else to turn to, if even her only uncle won't bother to ruin her why would anyone else care. Yet anyone who bothers about her will only be left with a burden larger than themselves as if she is a living curse.

Her aging parents had to abandon Nora's needs to support her studies, and Nora had no choice but to leave the house...

And Lana...

Lana shouldn't be at the scene at that time, even though she had done her best to protect Lana, it is the grudge that acts to the sinister disastrous ending.

She had allowed the devil to take over her clear mind on that day...

In fact, anyone could be the victim, but fate chooses her only best friend. If only it wasn't Lana..., then it wouldn't end that way.

It was Lana's fault after all. She had made her into the mess.

Her life is totally a joke to the world.

Impatient by Naomi's clueless demeanor Nelson returns to her, casually putting both hands on her shoulder, "Come on, I know what you think about me, so, you should prove this blurry guy is terrible." Nelson says it to her face to divert her attention to him.

An unexpected chuckle escaped from Naomi's thin light rosy lips which then erupted into an infectious giggle. Nelson burst out a suppressed laugh trying to figure out the source of the comedy. "What? Why are you laughing."

Breaking their eye contact, she looks away and finds a distraction from the empty walls. Clearing her throat, she composes herself, fighting the urge to smile, she answered, "You are funny."

How long had it been? Nelson had no memory of this side of her. Eventually, Naomi had overwhelmed him with her hidden bright personality.

Alternately nudging her glass frame upon the bridge of her nose, she quickly responded, " I think... I should go, see you around." She said as she goes, refusing to meet his gaze.

"Halt." Nelson gets a grip on her again.

The warms of his touch send erratic thuds in her chest echoing in her ears. Yet, she withholds to look back.

"It is suffocating to be at school all the time. Don't you think so?" Nelson suggested. 

In slow motion, Naomi responded to him. Her curious rounded, prominent innocent eyes fixated on him, making his heart skip a beat as a soft reply slip away her lips. "Huh...?"

Warding off the robust desire to devour her lips. He uttered in his forced baritone, "Come with me." Holding her hand, he hauls her away with him.

"But..."

Taking one last glimpse at the empty hallway for witnesses to their truant, adjusting her spectacles, Naomi quickly matched Nelson's steps.

His back view encloses her way, broad shoulder of him establish a warm refuge to her, and the fact that Nelson is clutching her hand securely in the palm of his hand had ceased her ability from functioning as usual.

"What on earth is wrong with you today? Wake up, Naomi!" Her inner voice screamed to herself. When they are standing beside Nelson's metallic lime green sporty Z-style superbike at the school parking lot, Naomi is yet to be aware of her surrounding.

Handing her one of the ebony matte helmets, Nelson puts on his gloves and leather jacket he tugged nicely in his backpack. Acknowledge that Naomi will stay confused, he gently assisted her to put on her helmet. Igniting the start button, the engine rumble to life. As he mounted on, he lifted his visor, gesturing Naomi to take the seat behind him. "Let's go to a place, I will drop you home afterward."

The details of his words were silenced by the roaring of the super machine, she didn't get what had he said, yet, Naomi decided to neglect all the norms and accepted his offer.

Making sure his passenger is safe and sound at his back, he advised, "Hold me tight, Naomi. We are going on a date." He said softly, a smile deepening his dimples formed from behind his full-face helmet. Twisting the throttle, he maneuvered smoothly and accelerate out of the school compound.