CHAPTER 2: FIRST DAY

If you think Cristine to be as nice at school as she is at home, you're mistaken; she will never be nice to anyone who doesn't know her personality, or as I like to call it, the REAL HER. The nicer she is at home, the colder she is at school.

Her older brother drove into the school parking lot and parked his car. She took the lead and left her older brother behind. Cristine's behavior would change while she was in school, he already knew. Cris will transform into a stern, frigid, and bitchy type of girl. As a result, her older brother already knows. Even if he pretends to be uninformed at times, he isn't that stupid.

She just kept walking till she realized it was her new school and she wasn't in high school anymore. She has no idea where she is headed right now. She didn't even glance at her schedule. She muttered a curse. She considers herself to be extremely unlucky today. Cristine is frustrated because she can't seem to find her room! She was berating herself for being a moron.

Her older brother had already abandoned her.Kidding! He just left. She was meant to be cool and collected, but she fell short. She becomes upset as she assumes Cylde is already in his room. Worst of all, she failed to get her phone. Thinking about where she can get the information she requires. She lets out a sigh. Is there anyone who is a bigger moron than she is? Not even bringing a phone and not looking at her school schedule? Is there anyone out there? Fellow?

Wouldn't it be great if she could go to the bulletin board? That's correct, Bulletin Board! The names of all students should be placed on the bulletin board. Universities have them so that they don't have to bother the Admissions Office. The Admissions Office, as you are aware, is reserved for VIPs.

She had already taken a position in front of the bulletin board. She was taken aback by the number of the names on the list. She's looking for the name when she's abruptly hit. She muttered a curse. She's thinking about how crazy her day has been.

She spun around to see who had slammed into her. She let out a gasp. The young man in front of her was tall, attractive, and fragrant. His eyes are brown in color. Cristine may be thinking of food when she says the lad smells good. She was disoriented and cursed those dreadful brown eyes. It should be prohibited!

When she realized she was checking out the guy, she became irritated. She suddenly remembered that the guy had just hit her. She believed that, despite his good looks, he had no right to hit her. Tch! He has every advantage, particularly his height.

"Hey, you enormous behemoth! Don't you have eyes? Why aren't you watching where you're going? Maybe you think I'm small and can't be seen, or maybe you're just blind and can't see?" Cristine exclaims. But she has the ability to make it real. She has the ability to kick people. She isn't just words. She is always welcome to give him a sample of one of her strikes.

He answered sarcastically with a giggle, "I'm sorry lady. Yes, it's my fault. Don't be so prickly and furious, you'll look ugly. You're cute. Your height is also cute." What exactly did he say? She didn't pay attention to the last words. It was barely audible. Is she going deaf, Noodles! But why is he laughing in the first place?

"Is that a praise or an insult?" Cristine snarls at the boy. She didn't hear a word he said after that. Something doesn't feel right with her. Do you ever say something cute and then laugh? Isn't that a slap in the face?

"And when did cute become an insult? Tell me," the boy with brown eyes said, his tone challenging. He smirks at her, evidently testing her patience. Cristine is the one who asks, but why is he asking her? When was the last time a question was answered by another question?

"And when did a question become an answer to another question?" she could also raise her eyebrows at him and answer the question with another question. Is it clear where we're going with this? In this argument, we don't have a goal. Cristine thinks their argument is so childish.

"Just now, what, want to argue?" He asked proudly but with a grin. Why is he laughing? Cristine believes the individual with whom she is conversing is mentally challenged. Why is he laughing despite the fact that she is not joking? She’s not a clown. She has the impression that she is in danger.

"Wow, go ahead. Make your own law." Cristine rudely stated. We really don't have a destination for this useless conversation. Why am I talking to him in the first place?

"Aren't you really going to lose an argument? For the record, you're different! All right, you're the winner. I'm a gentleman." He looked a bit annoyed but still said it arrogantly.

Cristine rolled her eyes and said, "Good thing you know." She thought she was being stupid by arguing with him.

"Are you a freshman?" He inquired carefully, narrowing his gaze at her.

"Yes, why did you ask?" Cristine replied, embarrassed. Is she being too obvious? she wondered. Is there anything she did that was out of the ordinary? After all, being a fool on the first day is unavoidable.

"So, where's your room?" He inquired, a charming smile on his face. Noodles! That menacing grin! Cristine lets out a sigh. She rubbed her temples while she considered how to go to her room.

"I don't know. I'm trying to figure it out. I was just looking for my name when you bumped into me. You bothered me so much, you know that, right? I'll be late," Cristine grumbled angrily. She murmured, "I really want to kill you."

He inquired, "Are you saying something?" Right now, she said a lot. Isn't that a little bit of something? She truly wants to go inside his head to see if anything is wrong.

"No, is it my fault you're deaf?" Cristine rolled her eyes, fearful of losing her intelligence. She went on looking for my name. Why is there such a large number of names? Annoying! She's running late. Cristine longs to cry, hoping that an angel will come to her rescue.

While studying the names Cristine was scanning, he inquired, "What's your name?"

Cristine was irritated and replied, "Why would I tell you?" He irritated her a lot. She is unable to concentrate on locating her name. She appears to have jumbled up her letters. She's getting a little cross-eyed.

"I'd like to assist you there," he sarcastically replied. "The first class is going to begin in just 10 minutes, and as far as I know, the first class has the same timetable for all freshmen. Perhaps you want to be late on your first day?" Cristine believed the man was also making fun of her intelligence.

Cristine thought she was crazy for believing that this man was the one sent from above. Is it possible for God to send someone else? She's running late. Is it really necessary for her to ask him? Her pride would not allow her to do so. But what kind of pride are you talking about in these times? Cristine swallows her saliva as she considers whether to ask in a coquettish or gentle manner. Being a female is difficult.

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A/N:

Actually, "Noodles" was a stand-in curse. Noodles are referred to as "pansit" in Tagalog, which sounds close to the curse "f*ck shit." I used noodles since I didn't like the MC cussing.

In fact, if the other person is sarcastic, a question can be responded with another inquiry.

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