Adam...
"HEY, can you move over, you're so ugly!" shouted a very beautiful girl as she pushed my arm aside.
She's the star, the queen, it's her, and no one else.
Me, I'm just ordinary in the eyes of most people, an ordinary student, an ordinary citizen, an ordinary person, everything just ordinary. When will I become the star?
When will it be my turn to be admired and looked up to? When will I be the popular one and loved by people, even just here at school? It's tiring to always be ordinary. I know everything is possible, but it seems unlikely to happen.
Have you ever felt like this at some point? Like you're just a nobody, no one cares about you, I don't have any friends at this school because I am always trying to stay out of trouble, but sometimes, you just want a person you can talk to, I feel invisible most of the time, no one tried to approach me or be friends with me, every time I try to talk to people, they'd be weirded out by me or they already have their own set of friends and they just don't want to include me in their circle. It gets tiring always trying so in the end I just stopped trying.
"Didn't I tell you to move!" she moved her face closer to mine and lifted my shirt with one hand.
"You better follow, or you won't like what's going to happen," she raised an eyebrow at me. I grabbed her face and kissed her on the lips, her eyes widened, I stepped back, and she stood there like a statue, so I did it again. She caught her breath.
This is wrong, very wrong. You shouldn't do this to a girl no matter if you like her or not, no matter who she is, no matter if she's at fault too, it's still wrong because it's so disrespectful. I disrespected her, so I should stop, I stepped back and looked at her,
"I-I'm s-sor-" before I could finish what I was saying, her hand slapped my face.
"You had the audacity to kiss me!" she shouted and spat on my clothes.
"You'll regret this day," she said angrily. A fellow student walked by, she took the juice from their glass and tray, then poured it all over my face. I hung my head down, many students witnessed it.
I guess maybe that's fair for me because I disrespected her too.
The next day, as I entered school, someone called my name from the top of our school building. When I looked up, I saw her and her friend holding a bucket, pouring its contents over me: a mixture of mud, water, trash, and rotting fruit peels. I clenched my fist, I couldn't enter any more because of the shame.
In the following days, I thought everything was okay, that it was over, that she had forgotten what I did. But while I was eating, someone suddenly approached and covered my sisig (a Filipino dish) with mustard, emptying an entire bottle onto my food. I turned to see who did it, and it was her.
I was about to leave, thinking that's all she would do, but she suddenly grabbed my shoulder, and her two companions pulled my shirt and pushed my face into the food.
After that, they left, laughing. All eyes were on me, some whispered, some laughed, some seemed to pity me and wanted to help, but couldn't.
I got angry, I chased her and surprised them with what I could do. I even caught up with her friends, who were laughing. I grabbed her arm and pulled her towards me, then I kissed her on the lips. It was the only retaliation I could think of. She tried to push me away and slap me, but she couldn't escape.
Then, another guy pulled me away from her and punched my face. I fell down, and some others approached and started hitting me, kicks here, punches there, to my face, my stomach, I didn't know where. I saw her wiping her face because of the mustard when I kissed her. If the guards hadn't arrived, I might have been dead.
I can endure this, my body can endure this, I told myself. But I could hardly stand, struggling to breathe. A guard helped me and told me to go to the clinic. I laughed, not because of what the guard said, but because of what I went through.
I passed by her and looked at her face. "What? Are you going to say again that I had the audacity to kiss you, that who am I to do that and what right do I have? That I'll regret it because you're Chrisanya Evangelista, right? But me, what am I? Who am I?" I gave her a crazy smile.
The guards dragged me to the clinic. After that, I was sent home and rested for a few days. I didn't want to go to the doctor because I was fine. I didn't go to school for three days and locked myself in my room.
On Sunday, after taking a shower, I looked in a mirror. My face was still covered in bruises. I sighed and went out of my room, went down to the kitchen, cooked eggs, a sausage, made French toast, and brewed coffee.
I ate quietly, indifferent to the world, to anyone looking at me, to the girl in front of me staring silently. The girl whose gaze could have killed me earlier. She sighed and threw a spoon at me. I glared at her. She's the unlucky one in my life.
She's the one making my life difficult, disturbing my quiet world.
She's Chrisanya Evangelista-Zhymian.
She's my wife.
Adam... HERE we are again. It's so annoying and tiresome. This person doesn't even have an ounce of pity for me. Wasn't I almost at my breaking point the other day? I was the one who got hurt. I knew what I did was wrong, but that wouldn't have happened if only she wasn't treating me this way. And now, she threw a spoon at me. Of course, it hurt; I got hit on the cheek, and now there's a bruise. "You're really going too far, you woman. Be thankful I'm not giving you a taste of your own medicine!" "I'm not asking for retaliation, just some respect and decency," she retorted. "None of this would have happened if you didn't treat me this way." "Why? Isn't it part of the agreement that I can do whatever I want to you, since you're my slave?" "I'm not your slave; I'm your husband." "It's practically the same thing." "So, being a husband is the same as being a servant? Then you should have married one." "Who was the one who first asked for help?" I clenched my fist. Damn it, I was
Adam...IT has been almost a week since that day when we had a fight, and it hasn't happened again because I've been avoiding it.Sometimes I lock myself in my room or eat outside, and when I'm at school, if I see them coming, I avoid them - Sanya and her friends. I don't want to embarrass myself again.I'm here now in our English class, and the professor is speaking, but I'm not listening. I was surprised when someone sat beside me and introduced herself."Selena Tora, so how are we going to do this?" she asked, and I was dumbfounded. She looked like a nerd, but I was speechless because I didn't understand what she was saying, she rolled her eyes at me."You weren't listening. You're my partner, the professor said we need to create a presentation as if we're on a talk show. We'll exchange questions without a script while we're there. It's easy, right?" she asked, raising her eyebrows. I smiled and nodded."Okay then, good. Where can we practice? I mean, so we can discuss what we need
Sanya...I went down the stairs and saw that my husband's classmate was already leaving. It's really annoying because this idiot is the reason why someone in school already knows that he is my husband. Did I forget to mention that he's an idiot?It's true though. Seriously, this guy is beyond foolish. There are plenty of places he could have taken that girl, there's even a library for studying, but he chose to bring her here."Hey! Check the bathroom, you might have left your brain there!" I shouted at him, he looked at me sharply. "What? You're looking at me like I'm the problem?"He took a deep breath and headed straight to the kitchen, grabbing a piece of bread there.He didn't even bother to answer or acknowledge me, so my eyes narrowed and I immediately followed him, giving him a flick on the ear. "Ouch! What's your problem?""Do you want to get beaten again?""What's your problem?""Didn't I ask you why you brought th-that-""She's my groupmate in English class, Lena.""Yes, who
Adam...I was left speechless as I saw Sanya and the others walking into the campus.It's not surprising that they're here, what's puzzling is that they're accompanied by my classmate Lena, who seems to be one with them.I don't know if my thoughts were wandering in confusion, so I was startled when Sanya snapped her fingers in front of me."Daydreaming?" she asked while in front of me. "Why are you blocking our way?"She's mocking me again, so I looked at Lena. "Lena, why are you with them?""And why not?" I looked at Sanya, who raised an eyebrow at me. "Shouldn't you be the one to tell her who she should be with?"She linked arms with Lena. "She is one of us now, what are you being so clueless about? Move aside!"She pushed me aside, and her two friends followed suit, and I saw Lena glance at me before lowering her head. After Lena and I finished presenting our plan, we sat on a single chair with a gap between us. Others were still presenting, but I didn't pay much attention to tha
Adam... "YOU really made Lena join your group," as soon as Sanya entered, that was my immediate greeting to her. Why not? Even my new friend got involved because of her, and they're even teaching Lena to be like them. She smirked and crossed her arms. "What's your concern? In the first place, the person you were with earlier was the one who answered us, you guys should know your place." My eyes narrowed. "You're going too far," I approached her and held her arm. "What the fuck! Don't you dare touch me!" She removed my hand, and her reaction surprised me. "You're going too far, Sanya, you don't know when to stop. You and your friends are hurting people.Yes, I don't care if Lena's now part of your group and how that happened, but Sanya, you're a bad influence on her!" "And who are you to say that?" she raised an eyebrow. "You don't know us." "True, but that doesn't mean what you're doing is right. Why are you so furious with me? What do I always get picked on by you?" "Because I'
Sanya...I don't want to keep being stuck here with this annoying guy. He even threatened me earlier, thinking he could intimidate me. I am Chrissanya Evangelista, and I've never been afraid of a man, especially not someone like Adam Zhymian.Maybe others think I'm a really terrible person, wondering why I'm so angry with him. Truth be told, it's not just him I'm angry at, it's all men. I might even be considered a man-hater, right?I just want to distance myself, especially from the man in front of me. It's because of our situation - I'm married to him, and he, out of all men, is the one closest to me. Not as a friend or anything, don't get me wrong. I don't feel anything for this person; I just really don't want to be around men like him. What I mean is, my whole life, I've kept my distance from men.I dislike them; I hate their arrogance, their pretentiousness, their womanizing tendencies. I dislike everything about them. I don't have any brothers, and it's only now that I've exper
Sanya..."WHAT were the two of you doing inside the chef's stockroom again?" the guidance counsellor who was facing both Adam and me shifted her gaze back and forth."I've explained multiple times that someone locked us in there," I replied, annoyed that we were being questioned about the incident when we were the victims. Whoever was responsible for this would surely face my wrath, whoever that annoying person was!"Someone locked you in, or you locked yourselves in?" she countered."What?!" I looked at Adam, who remained quiet. Why wasn't he helping me explain? He's a grown man, but he's acting like he's mute. I wonder if I could pull his tongue out."I'm addressing both of you now, Miss Evangelista, because I don't want this to escalate to the dean of the school. So, right now, tell the truth," she handed her cell phone over and showed us something. "How do you explain these pictures, Miss Evangelista? Mister Zhymian? Come on, why were you in the chef's stockroom, and why do you bo
Adam...I heard the laughter of the students on campus, and I looked to see what had their attention. There were some naked guys running around, covering their private parts.Suddenly, someone threw mud and garbage at them, and some of them even got stuck to their bodies. We covered our noses and moved away from them to avoid getting hit."What's going on?" Lee asked me."I have no idea.""Adam!" I heard someone call my name. It was Sanya looking at me. The others also turned to me, knowing that our relationship was widely known on campus. I sighed and approached her. "We need to go to my house after this.""Now?" I asked."Did I say it had to be now?" She looked around, and so did I. Everyone's eyes were on us. "Just follow me."I followed her to the rooftop of the school, but I hesitated and stopped where I was. I couldn't help but wonder if this was some plan to beat me up, and I had just blindly followed Sanya. It wasn't my fault that the whole campus knew about our relationship.