Chapter 3: All about Elara

Elara's POV

By the way, I haven't introduce myself yet. I'm Elara Wright, 17 years old. I'm currently studying Grade 11 Senior High School under Accountancy, Business and Management at Blackwell University. Mama chose it for me. She told me that I can use it in the future. Although naguguluhan ako sinunod ko na rin si Mom. Hindi ko rin naman alam kukunin ko eh. So that's it.

Today is sunday and as you can see what happened earlier, they really did move my things here in the guest room. And I'm here now getting locked up in the guest room. Anyways I'll just go to sleep and maybe when I wake up everything will be ok.

I woke up to the sound of the alarm clock. Sh*t, it's already seven o'clock, I'm late for school. I quickly got ready then went out and rode my bike.

As I rode my bike into the school parking lot, lost in thought as I navigated through the crowded rows of cars. Suddenly, I failed to notice a sleek black car pulling out of a parking space, and before I could react, I collided with it.

My heart sank as I saw the driver step out of the car - it was David Blackwell, the campus crush I'd been secretly admiring for months. I quickly got off my bike, apologizing profusely. "Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry! Are you okay?"

But David's expression was cold and dismissive. He barely even looked at me, just muttered "Watch where you're going" before getting back into his car and driving away without another word.

I stood there, feeling embarrassed and hurt by his reaction. Why did he have to be so rude? I thought, watching as his car disappeared into the distance. I sighed and got back on my bike, feeling a little deflated. Guess that's not exactly the way I wanted to make an impression on him.

Just then, a guy who looked identical to David approached me. "Hey, I'm really sorry about my brother's behavior," he said with a warm smile. "Are you okay? That was a pretty rough collision."

I looked up at him, feeling a bit surprised by his concern. "Yeah, I'm fine, thanks," I replied, trying to brush it off.

He nodded, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Good. I'm Daniel, David's twin brother."

I smiled weakly. "I'm Elara Wright. Nice to meet you, Daniel."

Daniel smiled back, and I couldn't help but notice the difference between him and his brother. While David seemed cold and dismissive, Daniel seemed kind and genuinely concerned.

"If you're sure you're okay, I'll let you get to class," Daniel said, his voice soft. "But if you need anything, don't hesitate to reach out."

I nodded, feeling a sense of gratitude towards Daniel for being understanding and kind. It was a nice change from the way his brother had treated me. "Thanks, Daniel. I appreciate it."

I walked into the classroom, still feeling a bit shaken from my encounter with David in the parking lot. As I scanned the room for an empty seat, my eyes widened in shock. There, sitting in one of the rows, was David himself.

My heart skipped a beat as I realized that he was one of my classmates. I had admired him from afar for so long, and now I had the chance to get to know him better.

As I made my way to the only vacant seat - the one beside David - I couldn't help but think about all the things I knew about him. I had heard about his sharp wit, his intelligence, and his athletic prowess. I had seen him dominate debates, ace quizzes, and lead his team to victory on the field.

But despite his impressive resume, I had also heard whispers about his prickly demeanor and his tendency to speak his mind, no matter the cost. Some people found it intimidating, but I found it intriguing. I loved a challenge, and David seemed like the ultimate puzzle to solve.

As I sat down beside him, I felt a rush of adrenaline. I had dreamed about this moment for so long, and now that it was finally here, I was determined to make the most of it. I glanced at David, trying to gauge his mood, but he didn't seem to notice me. Yet. I smiled to myself, feeling a sense of determination. I was going to get to know him, no matter what it took.

As the class was about to start, the door swung open and Daniel walked in alongside the teacher, Mr. Johnson. They chatted casually as they made their way to the front of the room, and I couldn't help but notice how Daniel's smile lit up the entire room.

When Mr. Johnson began to take roll call, Daniel's eyes scanned the classroom, and when they landed on me, he smiled warmly. He excused himself from the teacher and made his way over to the empty seat on my other side.

"Mind if I sit here?" he asked, nodding towards the seat.

I shook my head, feeling a bit surprised but pleased by the sudden turn of events. "Not at all," I replied, smiling back at him.

As Daniel sat down, I couldn't help but notice the contrast between him and his brother, David, who was sitting on my other side. While David seemed aloof and standoffish, Daniel exuded warmth and kindness. I felt a sense of relief having Daniel beside me, and I was grateful for the distraction from David's cold demeanor.

As the teacher began the lesson, Daniel leaned over and whispered, "How's your bike? Did you get it fixed?"

I was touched that he remembered our conversation from earlier. "You remembered? Yeah, it's fine. Thanks for asking," I whispered back, smiling at him.

Just as Daniel and I were having a quiet conversation, David suddenly coughed loudly, interrupting both our whispering and the teacher's lesson. The classroom fell silent, and all eyes turned to David.

David's eyes narrowed, and he leaned over, his voice low but stern. "You two might want to focus on the lesson instead of distracting everyone else."

I felt a bit taken aback by David sudden interference.

The teacher, who had been oblivious to the exchange, continued talking.