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Chapter Six

The moment my alarm went off, I knew I was right the night before. I regret staying up late.

Quickly washing my face and brushing my teeth, I immediately changed into my school uniform and tied my hair into a messy bun. When a girl is having a bad hair day, putting it up in a messy bun is always the right answer.

I didn't even get to eat breakfast because I was late for school already! Classes don't start until seven thirty but we needed to be in school by seven fifteen so we could praise and thank The Lord. I go to a catholic school and well, you know how Christians are. Plus I already garnered two warnings for my tardiness so this isn't working out well for me.

My house was so far from school that I had to take two jeepney rides. By the time I arrived, it was already first period. Great. I should have just called in sick and didn't attend school that would have been better.

I pretended to be invisible and tried to sneak inside the classroom when our teacher wasn't looking, but much to my dismay, Sr. Lourdes caught me.

Yes, we have a nun for a teacher. Get over it.

"Good morning Sr. Lourdes. Sorry I'm late." I said while walking over to my seat. "Why are you late?" Oh no. I don't have a decent answer to that question. What should I tell her? That I stayed up last night watching videos of donkeys so I kinda overslept which made me late for school? Wow. Yeah, she'd totally buy that excuse.

"Well... There was a traffic jam on the way here." Yeah. Good. That's a good excuse.

"Well you should've woken up earlier so you wouldn't have been trapped in a traffic jam." Or maybe not.

"Yes sister. Sorry I'm late again."

This is why I hated being late. The teachers would always ask you why you were late and when you explain things to them they wouldn't even believe you. Not that my reason for being late was real, but you get me, right? Whatever. Stupid donkey videos.

I was busy copying notes when I felt a piece of paper hit me on my shoulder. I opened it and saw Monica's handwriting.

So how's the website thing going on? Are you still using it?

I quickly scribbled down my answer and chucked the piece of paper back at her.

Nope, I don't have time for it anymore.

The second bell rang indicating first period was over. While waiting for our next teacher to arrive, Monica went over to my table and asked me why I wasn't using the site anymore. "I told you, I just don't have time for it anymore."

"But you have the app on your phone! Why don't you open it and just check the notifications? For all you know, there could be a cute guy waiting for your reply in your inbox."

"For your information, I've been chatting with random people the whole of our Christmas break. I haven't been able to open my account since classes resumed last January because of all the crazy requirements that are need to be done. So if there is a cute guy waiting for my reply in my inbox, then he would have to wait for another week or so until I get my shit sorted out." I replied, feeling a little bit pissed off by the whole thing.

"Woah there horsey. Don't need to get so worked up about it. Just wanted to help you with your social life, which weren't for me and Kv, it would me non existent. Thank you very much."

"I have friends too other than you and Kv you know!" I pouted and crossed my arms at her. That was just mean.

"Yeah I know babe, but since you stopped partying, you've been locking yourself at your house. You always refuse to hang out now. What happened to the outgoing Romina I know?"

Good thing the bell rang signifying the start of second period. I was literally saved by the bell. I don't know what happened to the outgoing Romina.

After I went to a fortune teller, I just stopped going out. I used to party all the time. Like ALL THE FREAKING TIME. Every month there would be this crazy event in town and I'd save up all my money to get a ticket. My grades started to go down and I just wanted to stop going to school. It was that bad. What's worse though is that the fortune teller told me I would get pregnant if I kept going to parties. Lord knows I don't want to be a teenage mom so I locked myself at home and deprived myself of what I once enjoyed doing.

Hence why I am kind of an anti-social now.

Wow this has got me so distracted, I'm not even paying attention in class now. A few whoops got my attention back into reality. I have no idea why the people are screaming and whooping and cheering but then I heard music playing and a bunch of students were outside the field. What the heck? I just dozed of for a few minutes and I miss a hell load of stuff? What is going on here?

All of my classmates were out of their seats and were either peeping at the window or outside of the classroom. Everybody is in a frenzy. Joanna, a girl from the eighth grade, I believe, is standing on the field with a blindfold around her eyes. Her friend, Chelsea or something like that, was beside her, reassuring her that everything is alright. Then suddenly out of nowhere, the hot football player, Isaiah (also from eighth grade), came out with a bouquet of roses. Along with him were a bunch of students from their grade with the words WILL YOU BE MY VALENTINE written on illustration boards. Ahhh young love.

It makes me sick.

"At least they have a love life. What about us?" I jumped a little at Kv's voice. I didn't realize she was beside me until she spoke up. "Yeah right. Love is not in any of my concern as of the moment. Besides, Valentine's Day is like a week from now."

"Uhm excuse me but Valentine's Day is like two days from now? It's February 12 now." Monica piped in.

What? How come I wasn't aware of this?

Oh that's right. Because I don't give a shit.

It's not that I'm bitter. Wait, who am I kidding? I am bitter. I've had my fair share of relationships before and my last one totally sucked. I thought that he was the most charming guy I've ever met. He was funny, smart, he had an amazing voice and he could dance as well. But that fucker left me because his dad said I wasn't good enough for me. Such a great boyfriend.

The rest of the day flew by. The three of us talked about how much we loathed Valentine's and that it was a stupid holiday to even begin with. Surprisingly, there wasn't much discussion in class today and so I am thankful for a stress free weekend.