That Monday morning, I was up bright and early to get ready for school. I showered and then dressed with special care. Last night, prepared my new black shoes and ironed my new set of uniforms. This year, I had longer hair, which I usually kept well-groomed by wearing headbands. My old hairdo was getting on my nerves because it simply helped to make me look younger. I wasn't sure whether Lance would join me because it was only the first day of school and kids generally arrive late or not at all. We also didn't get to meet because he was too busy assisting his sister in running their shop.
Lance was nowhere to be found at the jeepney station or on their block. I was a little upset, but when I saw Izzie, I felt better. Izzie shrieked upon seeing me and proceeded to chat excitedly about our class. We were so preoccupied with discussing the new students coming in, that we almost passed over our school.
We disembarked and noticed some kids entering at a leisurely pace. We p
The weeks that followed kept us all busy. Our new classmates easily adjusted to the pace and acclimated to the group. Jessie, the girl transferred from the afternoon section, was very affable and eager to please. She was a dark, slightly taller girl than me and sporting very straight oily hair. She would always take part in our Friday hangouts and would even self-assuredly join the bubbly boys' discussions. The sports competitions came in and tryouts were conducted. Jessie excitedly told me that she might join the volleyball tryouts but she did not show up when the day came. As expected, Charm, Felicia, and I were selected to the Junior - AM team. Jessie excitedly told me that she might join the tryouts but she did not show up during the selection process. Although her seat was in the middle, she always stays in our row to chat and have fun with the bubbly boys. Charm was then going out with
One morning, I came in later than usual. Most of my classmates were already inside the room and there were tittering and loud calls for Lance. I was surprised but did not think too much about it. I sat down and whispered to Izzie, “What’s up? Why is there so much excitement so early this morning?” Izzie whispered back “Someone left a love letter and a big chocolate bar on Lance’s desk. Must be from an admirer.” I gasped. “Really? Well, that’s a first. Whoever that was must be one brave girl.” Izzie snickered. “Brave? Pretty stupid for me.” I looked back at Izzie. I asked “Why stupid? I mean Lance is really popular. He has no girlfriend yet so I can say he is still pretty much on the market.” Izzie turned her icy stare at me “Lance has you. He doesn’t seem to be courting or going out with anyone else. Whoever did that must know about you being Lance’s best f
After class, I asked Izzie to get Charm and meet us in the library. Lance and I left our classroom hurriedly and waited in the library. Soon, Charm and Izzie came. Izzie already apprised Charm about what happened and she was enraged. “The nerve of this girl. It is ok to criticize and all, but threatening you is something else.” I looked at Lance. “What shall we do? I think we should not see or be with each other for now. It might temper down her anger. After all, she got stood up.” I did not care about her other allegations, but she might do something to hurt Lance and me. Charm replied “It might just be an empty threat, but we need to come up with a plan to draw her out. It is hard to do something at this point without knowing who we are up against.” Lance paced around the room, “Yes. I am thinking of responding to that letter and meet that person. But she might not show up. We must put up some sort of bait f
Lance told me everything while we hung out at our favorite cafe, hungrily munching on burgers and fries. “I thought at first it was that Sophomore. I was about to tell her off when Jessie came. Naturally, I was speechless and a bit surprised. Jessie confessed to me everything and asked me to not be mad at her. Honestly, I wanted to choke her. Lucky for her, I have very good self-control. She told me she had a thing for me since last year. She went bragging about her getting the top spot in the afternoon session just to get into our class. She really gave me a nasty headache.” I could see he was trying to control his emotions, except his furrowed brows and red cheeks gave him away. “I told her she should not have spread lies about you and threatened you. That I could not accept.” I asked quietly, “What did she say?” He went on, “She apologized, but I told her she should apologize to you and not me. I told her I
It was already 7:00 in the evening when we left the mall. We walked to the parking lot and got into the car. The car’s engine did not start immediately. After several tries, he was able to get it going. As we were driving along Pasay Road, we heard a funny, rumbling sound. I looked at Lance and said, “What’s that?” He did not answer. I saw he was checking the fuel gauge. “I think we are running out of gas.” I gawked. “What are you going to do?” He answered, “I need to look for a good spot to park and check. I am not sure if we can reach the nearest gas station, though.” He parked on the side. “We need to reach the gas station.” He stepped out and looked around. He came back then said, “I need your help, Nia.”I nodded “Sure, what do you need me to do?” He looked so ill-at-ease, then said “Well, we need to push the car to the gas station.” I just sat there, not really comprehending. “Push? So you want me to help push the car?” He looked down and s
After weeks of frenzied preparations for the Junior-Senior I.Q. Competitions, the Junior team composed of Jon, Joseph, Len, Carly, and I won via an upset of the indomitable Senior team. Our class was exuberant. It was quite an honor to be part of the group that toppled the very brilliant and top-ranked team. We all hugged each other after going through several taxing elimination rounds. Lance and I bet on which team will reach the Finals. He won the bet and he teasingly reminded me that I would be paying for our mall visit that weekend. I was thoughtful after that. I need to suck up to Becky and Bree for extra cash. Lance was already planning on the things he wants to do at the mall. One afternoon, Charm asked me to go around with her before going home. She looked so sad and distracted. We went to the Square and checked out the new stores and ate pizza. She told me she broke up with Franco. They had a misunderstanding and she's not really very p
After the gruelling quarter examinations, we hung around the hallway while trying to decide which movie to watch. Noah was again promoting his favorite movie and trying to sway the majority. I was engrossed reading the latest post on the bulletin board when our History teacher came out of another room and saw me. "Ms. Zamora, please help me bring these papers to the Faculty room." I quickly glanced around and saw most of my male classmates disappeared. Even Lance, Archer, and Jon were not around. I had to bring all the papers and accompanied her to the Faculty lounge. She was very appreciative and even congratulated me on winning Team I.Q. Competition the previous month. She even complimented me on my Historical Essay on the Battle of Tirad Pass. I was thinking I might have been left behind by my classmates. I sighed inwardly, waiting for Ma'am Garcia to dismiss me. As soon as I got her go-signal, I walked out in haste and bumped into another student. "Uuppss, I am so sorry." As I s
The days that followed were frenzied, especially with the holiday season fast approaching and the different school activities we took part in. I had to help out at home with decorations, purchasing stuff, and wrapping gifts. One weekend, I dodged the tiresome household chores by hanging out with Lance at his sister Terry's clothing and gift shop. Customers flocked there for holiday gifts and other essentials. I helped him tend to the store and listed down the purchases made. It was exciting to spend the day there, as I saw a lot of nice clothes, accessories, bags, and shoes. Not to mention the free snacks supplied by Lance. There was no customer that lazy Sunday afternoon, so Lance and I munched on chips while watching MTV. Suddenly, they showed the video of "Safety Dance" by Men Without Hats. Unconsciously, I was tapping my feet while eating cheese-flavored chips. As if possessed, I started gyrating, twirling, head-spinning and wiggling my hips to the tune of that catchy so