"How did your brain contain all those topics?!"
Ave shook her head while her arms clanging on me. We are heading to Top Thai which her cousin ordered us to. It's the place where we usually eat.
"Like how you memorized the different veins in our Physiology." I sarcastically say that made her chuckle in response.
She maybe a nagger, but she's one of the most outstanding med students here in our university. The New York University must be proud in having her.
"You gave me tips that's why!" she poked my forehead. "Your photographic memory is more amazing!"
"That's because I always study," I rolled my eyes.
"That's your in born talent!"
She scoffed at me and I just laughed.
"You're really humble, aren't you?" I shook my head. "You're a top student here at NYU."
"What do you think of yourself?"
"I'm a human."
"Rory!"
I just laughed and waved at her frowning cousin who's looking at us.
"You're taking a while," his eyebrows furrowed.
I pointed his cousin, "she's so slow."
"Are you in a bad mood?" I ask.
He glared at me. "You're not answering my calls, woman."
"Oh scary," I chuckled which made him frown. "Dad just introduce a woman to me." I smiled at him.
"Stop that fake smile of yours," he tsk-ed.
"Oh! Rebel's mad!" Ave laughed.
Her cousin just shook his head and ruffled her hair. I fought my urge to laugh when he wrapped her arms around Ave's neck like he's strangling her.
"Let me go, Rebel!"
"I can't hear you," Rebel laughed at his cousin.
I just folded my arms as I watched them. My eyes dropped onto the girl with obsidian eyes. She's Rebel's longtime girlfriend.
"Hey," she smiled at me. "They're like kids, right?"
I chuckled. Neveah is my best friend's girlfriend since high school.
"How's being an archi student?" I asked.
"Fun," she laughed softly, "though stressing because of our transferee classmate."
I frowned. What's with that transferee student?
"Our department's been talking about it," I turned to Ave and I couldn't help but laugh when I saw how her face.
"What happened to your hair?" I laughed inwardly.
She glared at Rebel who just laughed at her.
"Who's the transferee?" he frowned and turned to his girlfriend.
Neveah pinched his nose and chuckled. "You're more handsome than him," Ave and I looked at each other and frowned at the same time.
"Your eyes are getting blurry," Ave said shaking her head. "You need a corneal transplant." She muttered with laugh.
Her cousin just smirked at her. "You needed that more," he pointed his cousin's eyeglasses.
Rebel chuckled as his cousin shot him a death glare. I rolled my eyes when they started bickering like a kid.
"He's Law's best friend," I turned my head to Neveah who's lifting her head to Rebel while the latter was just looking at her.
"The one who supposed to be taking up med?" Ave replied and her eyes widened slightly. "He topped the board exam and aced it!"
I just sighed. This conversation wouldn't stop. They don't seem to run out of stories.
"Are you hungry?" Rebel asked me.
I snorted. "I'm already full from your stories."
He laughed softly and squeezed my cheek. I slapped his hand which he just grinned and put his arm around Neveah's shoulder.
"Let's get some food," he chuckled. "Dr. Hermosa is hungry."
"Whatever you say, Atty. Rojas."
When you're trying to focus on reviewing, but you can't, because there are these disgusting people in front of you.
"Can you please stop?" I grunted to the couple in front of me.
Rebel just stuck his tongue out and continue feeding his girlfriend. I rolled my eyes in annoyance as I placed my earphones into my ears.
The song of Sia's Breathe Me played.
Help, I have done it again
I have been here many times before
Hurt myself again today
And, the worst part is there's no-one else to blame
I flipped the next page of our sociology textbook as I listen to the melody of the song. It has always been my comfort song. It's like telling how I wanted someone to know what I'm feeling.
Sia's “Breathe Me” is a cry for help, a cry for hope, a cry for survival. In this song, the narrator talks about the pain she keeps inflicting on herself. The hurt she puts herself through over and over again.
I sighed heavily as I heard the last lyrics of the song. My mind's a mess, but I'm trying regardless.
Deep down, I just wanted to be loved in a way that calms my soul.
I reached out for the blue highlighter and highlighted the adolescence which will be our exam tomorrow. I bit my lower lip when some of my highlighters roll down on the floor.
"Are you reviewing in sociology?" Ave pointed my textbook and those bunch of highlighters inside my pencil bag.
I nodded then crouched down to pick those highlighters on the floor. My hand stopped from picking the yellow highlighter when someone hand it to me.
"Here."
My eyes landed on the pair of white chuck Taylor shoes. I slowly lifted my head and saw a guy wearing a white polo shirt and black pants. Our eyes met. Gazing into his eyes. I was lost in their intensity. It was like looking into a bluest sky and carrying on to infinity. I felt mesmerized, hypnotized, and transfixed all at once.
"Hey Chai!"
I blink and avoided my eyes on him. The guy turned his head to Neveah's direction. I unconsciously put the highlighters back on the table and sat down.
Instead of avoiding my gaze, I enthralled my eyes on him. I had never been this amazed by someone's eyes. I had known people before with blue eyes, but they had always been light blue. His blue eyes were very dark. He got an ocean blue eyes and I just realized I can't swim.
I found heaven in his eyes. And for the first time in a very long time, I could feel the stars within me begin to shine.
His eyes hold everything my soul thirst for.
He was like an angel who descended from heaven. My thoughts scattered like a jumble puzzle. It was as if he's the light that I had been waiting to illuminate my world.
“I had been seeing you with Chayim this past few weeks, huh.” “It was just a mere interaction.” “So going at the café every morning was your kind of 'mere interaction'?” I rolled my eyes. “What do you need, Rebellious?” He folded his arms, a grin was plastered on his lips. “I was just asking,” he laughed. “You’re not fond of going out with someone especially a man to your favorite café.” I didn’t give him a response instead I continue flipping the pages of my book. There’s no point in answering his question, he’ll just going to throw question over and over again. He’s that annoying. “Curious.” He hummed. “It’s curious that you’re starting to be comfortable with a guy other than me and my twin.” “It’s called being friendly, ass.” He laughed. Rebellious wouldn’t just stop being so nosy, e? “Can you just go and flirt with your girlfriend instead?” I raised a brow. “You’re getting into my nerves.” He
My emotions swirls and entangled like a thread. I found myself drowning with his eyes.“I believe we have something to talk about,” he said in his low baritone voice.I kept my face straight as I look at him.“There’s none,” I answered.He pursed his lips then folded his arms. “You’re still doing it, right?”My forehead creased. What is he talking about?“Doing what?”“Bingeing and purging.”I was stunned from what he said. I gulp. Panic consumes inside me. He really knows everything. I don’t know what to feel.No one has ever know what I had been doing in my life. Even what he just said right now. I always keep this to myself.Because no one can understand.My eyes narrowed when he started taking small steps towards me. I staggered backwards as I tightened my hold on my tote bag. He's ocean blue eyes were darkly staring at me.
The first thing that welcome me when I woke up was his message. Chayim Neo: Good morning, hermosa. Isaiah 55:12, You will go out in joy and be led forth in peace; the mountains and hills burst into song before you, and all the trees of the field will clap their hands. Start your day with a smile. I shut my eyes tightly, trying to calm myself. My heart is beating so fast! It’s just a good morning message and a bible verses but I look like a fool freaking out because of it. I inhaled sharply and rush into the bathroom when I saw the time. I hastily comb my hair as I grab my tote bag. I hurried out of the room while wearing the ID around my neck. I frowned when I heard a car horn outside the house. Rebel greeted me as I exited the gate. He as folding his arms while leaning onto his red Lexus car. He’s playing his car key with his fingers, looking at me with a playful smile etched on his lip. I roll my eyes as I went towards him. “Didn’t k
I watched him stand up while I remain seating on the floor. Chayim turned to me and gave me a smile that causes my heart to react like crazy. He extended his hand on me. I unconsciously accepted his hand and gasp when he abruptly pulled me up. “Let’s buy some ice cream,” he chuckles. He didn’t let go my hand and grip it softly. He then grabs my totty bag on the floor and place it on his left shoulder. I puckered my lips trying not to smile. He looks so adorable in my totty bag. We walk outside the room holding each other hands. My cheeks flush at the thought of everyone seeing us in this state. We are both silent while walking towards the store. Some students are looking at us in surprise and confuse expression. I suddenly feel embarrass and uneasy with those looks. I feel so small. I’m with the famous Chayim Neo Fontanilla so it’s given that I should feel this. “Chocolate?” he asked when we enter inside the ice cream shop.
“The social dyad is a group consisting of two people. It is the basic unit of socialbehavior.”I massaged my temples as I read our topic in Social Psychology: Interacting with People textbook. I keep reading the terms contained here but none of them enter my brain and I am unable to comprehend. I groaned frustratedly. Because of that man… “Argh! Focus Rue!” I tapped my cheeks and narrowed my eyes on the textbook. With that, I started reading the very first page of our topic. I push myself to focus from it despite of my trouble mind. Next week, Mrs. Chopin will give another quiz. I’m not a fan of procrastinating because I hate the idea of rushing, and being pressure to finish works at the last minute. I like being an ‘advance learner’. When I think it still not enough; I will find a way to go deeper into what I think I can understand. I'm the type of person who gets bored easily with something and finds distractions, so when I feel close to finishin
“I’m nervous!”“What if I fail?!”“Omg! Here’s the result!”I watched how the students hysterically lined up; creating a ruckus in front of the announcement board. It's the judgement day. The day where our midterm exam result will come out. Their faces show how nervous they are as if the result will be the cause of their death. I remained calm in my position as I folded my arms and watched the students gathered in front of me. You can't say that I'm comfortable with this situation just because of my calm expression. Like them, I also feel anxious and nervous about the result. But I have confidence in myself. I am confident in those months or reviews and preparation that I did.Of course, if you were in my position you would definitely be complacent because you did something. Unlike others, when the midterm exam comes, they will have a realization that they should have prepared for the exam. T