Scrap the ideal

CHAPTER 2

CHAPTER 2:

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Two months have past since that night. I am trying to bury underground everything that happened that night. And it seems like being bombarded with so much preparations for final requirements helped. I spend my vacant hours having a date with a book and a laptop, before sleeping I make time for Herbert Marcuse. I temporarily forget the organization, where he was always there. I am ignoring because I know for the fact that he has a girlfriend and if ever that night was real, it shouldn't have happened. I don't want to see someone with a broken heart. I know Aisha is a good person that's why I do not want to hurt her. I may not know her that much, I still feel this weird thing t her ... I don't know maybe its guilt. Guilt for loving his boyfriend behind her back? Maybe. But it can't be helped you know. You can't control your heart who to love.

"Hi." James greeted with a smile, losing the eyes.

"Hi" I greeted back.

He sat beside me and concluded, "You're alone, that means you're writing."

I have been hanging out with this guy since I am isolating myself from my friends who are also Franz's friends. And, he seems to know enough.

            "Whoa. Are you a stalker?" I joked.

            He pinched my check and said, "Whaaat??? Me?? Just say you're too obvious. You act so square, baby."

            "Aw aw aw... I hate people do that! I hate you!"[1] I said, meeting the two eyebrows, pouting, and I sure mean it.

            "Awe common! I won't do it again. I promise." He said raising his left hand.

            "Really? You're tricking me. You are raising the left hand! You jerk!" I observed.

And we laugh. He is quite fun to be at. And he always stick around. He is also an athlete, he is a basketball varsity. I never notice this guy until we were classmates in a course. Well, almost alike with Franz, he is also an independent student. He doesn't have his father anymore. He works after school waiting tables at a restaurant. He sure loves his mother too. The fact that they only have each other now. James is somewhat like a heartthrob at school. Like every girls feels like he's an icon, how I wish they know how crazy this man is. Well, yes he has the physical attributes. When he laugh or smile, you can't see the eyes anymore. I find that quite fascinating, it's cute. But cute do not win in Unigames.       You are right. He's not that good at playing. But he's on the team. It's weird, he's tall but cannot shoot the ball for three points.

            "So what are you writing?" he asked.

            "No, nothing. I'm working with my requirements for Finals..." I lied.

            "Oh really, then what's on the other word?" he asked, intrigued.

            "Fine. I'm writing. It's my new story, I'm working on a new one." I said, giving up.

            "Again? You never finished the other three stories." He said.

            "I just have to right. Okay?" I replied.

            "Yeah. Whatever. Let's grab lunch?" he offered.

            "If it's my treat this time."[2] I said conditionally with my sweetest smile.

           

[1] I really hate people pinching my check.

[2] Because I know he would never let me pay for any of our meals. And I want to.

We were walking to where we want to eat but we were still deciding where ...

            "You know what, we never tried Nomer's." I suggested.

            "Nooo ..." he said.

            "Wha—why?!" I asked. They have the greatest escabetchi.

            "If you insist. Well, then I would pay." He said and raise his right eyebrow.

            "You're so evil!" I said pouting and he laughed.

            "Let's go to Chad's. You will like there java rice." He said and wrap his right arm to my shoulder. He kind of act like a big brother sometimes.

            "Anj." A familiar voice called my name and ... I looked. It's him.

           

He doesn't look happy... and so am I.

            "Anj, do you know this guy?" James asked.

            "No, let's go." I replied, starring at Franz.

And so we passed him. But he grabbed my arm.

            "What the hell are you doing?" Franz asked furiously.

"Stop it!" I shouted at him.

"Dude. Leave her alone." James trying to protect me.

"Stay out of this. This is between us." He said to James.

"Can we at least talk?" And now he asked me.

"Why aren't you returning my calls? Why aren't you visiting the cubicle? Are you hiding from me?"- Franz

"Do I have to? Why should I? And Yes."

"Yes. Because you're a candidate for the Team A who'll be sent to the next Unigames. Why are you hiding from me anyway? Look, you said you love me, I love you, we kissed, doesn't that mean that we're in a relationship? Who is he? Why are you with him? Are you cheating?" so many questions this guy asks. I don't know what to answer anymore.

"Wait- what?" he said were in a relationship? Did I hear that right?

He didn't say anything more...

           

"We can't be, Franz." I said.

"Why?! Is it because of him? Is he your boyfriend?" he asked with the look of frustrations.

A/N:

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