𝓡𝓮𝔀𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓱𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂 (𝓑𝓸𝓫𝓸𝓲𝓫𝓸𝔂 𝓧 𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻)

៚𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 8࿐

Author's POV
After the tiny visit, Boboiboy went home, waving goodbye at her as he began to fade from her sight. Shortly after she headed inside and was confronted by her mother who had a teasing smirk. "What's with the face mom?" She tilted her head in confusion. The older woman's smirk grew wider, cocking an eyebrow at her.

"I see you're starting to get on with your plan. Why not just tell Boboiboy what you feel already dear?" Y/n deeply sighed, only if the woman knew why. She couldn't risk changing another fate, the consequences might be bigger if she did it again.

"I promise mom, I'll do it when the time has come. For now, let's keep it low-key. Okay?" She nodded, with a gentle smile as she ruffled her daughter's hair. "Dinner will be ready so wash up!"

...

"Where's Gopal?" Y/n asked, sipping her chocolate drink. It was 5 am and she was already sitting in front of the counter waiting for the Boboiboy and Gopal. "I don't know, he might still be sleeping" he shrugged, wiping the tables. "Yeah"

"Umm, so, by the way, Y/n, we haven't discussed about yesterday. Why did you suddenly leave?" The question made her spit out her drink, almost choking on the process. "Are you alright?!" Boboiboy questioned running to her side.

"I-i'm fine... I-i was just feeling sick" Boboiboy wouldn't buy that reason. She already said that yesterday and she looked perfectly fine. "You're lying again y/n" he pinched the bridge of her nose. "O-ow!" She winced in pain rubbing the part where he pinched her.

"Hey, guys!" Behind them said, as a very looking tired Gopal appeared. Dragging his backpack behind him. "You okay? Did you even sleep?" Gopal threw his bag on top of the counter and nodded.

"Y-yeah I...I slept for 3 minutes!" He yawned and soon passed out. "was he gaming again?" Y/n asked the male. He shrugged and just continued his work. There was still an hour to spare anyway. Gopal can have a shut-eye until then.

...

Y/n's POV
Classes started with Math, teacher papa was our lecturer which wasn't really surprising at all. He was bad at teaching math and yet he's still being paid to work as a math educator. I rested my chin on top of my palms, darting my gaze outside the window.

My thoughts brought me somewhere far from the room. As if I made my own universe. I wanted to prevent what happened before, and yet here I am acting normal as if nothing tragic would happen soon.

Should I investigate without even the evidence being made yet? I mean I could try, but that would take time. I need some people for it, but if I did let them into my plan they might think I'm crazy!

"What should I do?" "What you should do is listen to me and not daydream okay?" I quickly noticed Papa Zola beside me with his angry expression his hands on his torso. I flinched at his sudden appearance and could only smile awkwardly.

"Haiya Y/n! What are you thinking?" I rubbed my head awkwardly and said: "i-i was just thinking how good you are at math, sir!" I reasoned hoping he would buy it. He stared at me intensely before breaking into a cheery smile saying how great I am to notice that.

I just nodded slightly and turned to face the others. Boboiboy and I made eye contact, his expression was worried and curious. Shit, I shouldn't lead him to what I am up to.

I need to make a move soon.

...

"What's going on with you Y/n? You've been spacing out through most of the classes? Is there something wrong?" Ying confronted me, I felt more gazes coming from the others. I can't let anyone of them know about this, if they do, the future would be total chaos!

"I-i... I'll need to talk to you in private Ying" I grabbed her wrist dragging her behind the school building, Boboiboy stared at me worriedly before I walked past him. "Where are we exactly going Y/n?" She questioned, I didn't dare to face her, I just said that we need privacy about what I'm going to tell her.

Once we're at our destination she stared at me questioningly. "Okay, care to tell me now?" I couldn't help but sigh, I slumped my back, bashfully pressing my pointing fingers together. "Yesterday, I left because... Be-because" I couldn't help but stutter, it's embarrassing to admit I was jealous.

"You were jealous about Yaya and Boboiboy's interaction yesterday weren't you?" She folded her arms across her chest, a sly smirk accompanying her teasing look. I blushed furiously and nodded. "I knew it, I'm sorry if you had to see that. But don't worry, I'm sure Yaya and Boboiboy do not have any other relationship than being friends" she held my shoulder giving me a reassuring look.

"Okay," I mumbled, pouting about how idiot of me to be jealous when Boboiboy and I aren't dating in this timeline. "Sheesh, I thought you were sick or something. Next time, just tell me what bothers you, we're friends! We share secrets" she wrapped an arm around my neck and dragged me back to the others.

...

"So what did you guys discuss about? Is it about food?" Gopal enthusiastically asked. "No, can't you stop thinking about food for 5 minutes?!" Ying argued, her palm making contact with her face.

We laughed at Gopal's statement making me off guard. "Are you okay now Y/n?" I realized Boboiboy was now beside me, still, that worried expression was plastered on his face. "Y-yes... It was just some simple matters that's all" I lied, awkwardly rubbing my head. He frowned upon my words hanging his head low. "I really feel bad Y/n. You can convey your troubles to Ying and you can't even say it to me? Don't you trust me Y/n?" His voice was full of disappointment and sorrow.

"I do trust you! It's just... Personal matters really" I was about to hold his arm when he stepped away from me and left. Leaving me and the gang stares at him in confusion "what's going on with Boboiboy?" Fang who had his arms folded leaned a bit to stare at the dino capped boy's behind. "I'll go and talk to him" Yaya volunteered and ran off to catch up with him.

"Yesterday it was Y/n, now it's Boboiboy who's walking out? Who's next Yaya?" Gopal commented earning glares from us. "What?"

I just can't tell Boboiboy, even if I wanted to. I don't want to receive more consequences from my irresponsible decisions. "I'm sorry"