I could not remember exactly what I had memorized during lunch. I tried to write a formula on paper and answered a math problem. Still, I could not get the right answer. I scratched my head and relearned the lesson I had memorized this afternoon. The next day, I did the same. I went to the library to study for the next lesson but sometimes, I would go back to the first lesson so I would not forget it. When the class was dismissed later that afternoon, I left the classroom and then hurried to the library. But I found out that I kind of forgot the lesson I memorized yesterday, as I had finished memorizing the next lesson that day. I wiped the sweat on my face. If this is how I do it -- forgetting the first lesson every time I memorize the next lesson --- I will forget all the lessons when the exam comes and all the time that I had spent in that library will be wasted. I breathed deeply in annoyance. "Sydnee," called a familiar voice in the back. I turned to look at the one who had

I looked around. There were a lot of students inside the canteen. Most of them were paying for their tuitions because they looked arrogant and cheering for the girl. I then saw a handful of students silently eating their food. They did not raise their heads nor look at my way. I then knew that there were scholars like me because they would never interfere in situations like this. They were afraid that they might end up in the same situation if they would help me out. I understood them and I did not hold a grudge for them. I would be happy if they would not interfere. At least, their scholarships were safe. I spat. "I don't think highly of me," I said, disdain was in my voice. The girl looked down at me and then sneered again. "Scholars like you think highly of yourself. Because you excel in every subject, you think that you can trample us down. Well, I tell you, you can't trample us down!" "Excel in every subject?" I laughed bitterly. I crooked my brows as I looked up at her. A smi

But I said those words because I wanted to slap him the consequences I would face because of his impulsive decisions. I knew. I should not have trusted him in the first place. He was dumbfounded for a moment, and then he cleared his throat. "Have you talked with Rogie Camero?" I sneered when I heard that name. "He doesn't value humanity. That bastard wanted to revoke my scholarship." I looked at Teacher Anthony. "And you are his accomplice." He gulped when our gaze met. "Did he tell you anything?" "I'm done with that bully. Please let go of my arm." Teacher Anthony let go of my arm. "You don't understand," he whispered. "What thing should I understand... I don't care anymore, Teacher. Thanks for your tutorial offer but what a waste. We would part ways before we could start a thing." I then walked away from him.I continued walking towards the school gate, but when I reached the gate, the guards stopped me. "Cutting class?" one of the guards spat. "Go back to your class, Miss."

Her lips twitched and I noticed a hint of amusement in her eyes. She looked at me and then looked at the folder. "You can rest assured that the school will not ask for compensation and punitive damages from you. Someone paid for the sum. I will give you good news." "Good news?" My forehead creased even more at her remarks. "How come good news? And did someone pay for...?" She nodded and a cheeky smile appeared on her lips. "Camero. One of the most influential families paid for the sum and you should serve them." "Camero..." "Rogie Camero," the principal said. She then cleared her throat. "And not only that, but his family will pay for your tuition until your high school graduation. You are lucky to have them so don't do anything reckless starting now. Don't disappoint the Camero." I shook my head in disbelief. "But I'm not his obligation nor I am obliged to serve him."The way she stared at me was like I’ve grown another head. “It’s a blessing. You don’t want it?” she asked while

Rogie pulled away from the kiss and stared at me. My cheeks were red because of embarrassment and it burned even brighter when I noticed my classmates looking at me with ridiculous stares. I grimaced and deliberately pushed Rogie away and pulled a handkerchief inside my pocked to wipe my lips. My sharp glare was still on him. "Bastard," I said between my breathe. "What do you think you're doing?" I asked, my face flushed in anger and frustration. His shoulders moved up and down. I could hear his heavy breathing and my brows knotted in confusion. What's wrong with this guy? "Sorry," he whispered and stepped back. I lowered my gaze and sighed. "Another trick?" His gaze lingered for seconds before he averted his eyes. Rogie did not say a word when he turned around and left the classroom. Just then, numerous gazes pierced through me and I felt uncomfortable. A burst of laugher was heard on the corner of the room. I shot a glare there and the girls sitting in that area looked away whe