"What?" I pretend that I didn't hear it, hoping that what has been said will change to something, anything!
8.30 am I just went to school; it is a miracle that I'm early. I went straight to my locker and fix my things for this day, hmm and Dionne a friend, not a close or best, but she manages to talk to me every day approaches me.
"Have you heard?" she said with a low, almost whispering voice.
"What? Is it the Football team again?" I replied bluntly, "You know that I'am not interested with muscular, sweaty guys.." I added.
"No, it's about John McGuild and Lorenna Hash," she came closer to my ear, "They just broke."
And all of the sudden, I feel heated up. I know she's lying.
"It can't be." I said, equaling her manner of speaking.
"How come you can say that, Clarissa?" Dionne is skeptic, "Is there something you know that I don't?" she continues.
I stepped away from the locker, "Huh? N-nothing! For real."
Dionne raised her brows, and it makes me feel like I going to be interrogated, I need to make up a story fast.
"I-i just thought that they are so in love with each other. D-don't you think so?" I answered.
"Well, you've got a point there...” Dionne said, and she looked behind me. "Oh look! The school's ace Paul!" and he points towards him, "ooh isn't he so stylish?" she exclaims. And then the school bell rang.
"Oh you're right," I put my hand on her shoulder, "Just enjoy staring at him, and I'm going." I lift my books and head to my first class.
"Wait, Clarissa!" Dionne shouted as she followed me.
I ‘am Clarissa Spear, a sophomore college in an not so pop university. I can say that I'am just an average student who wants to get on top, but as the years goes by, I realize that being on top is not what matters the most. So I started hanging out with people, and evetually call them friends. Now I think that I ‘am making a huge difference in my life as I opened up more and more.
Until one day, I came across this specific strange guy named John Mcguild. He turns out to be my Second grade classmate and a blurred memory reminds me that we are somewhat close before. And I can't remember the reason why we stop playing or talking to each other.
He was looking for a place to sit down and eat his lunch, and almost all of the sits are filled with excited students sharing gossips to each other, some doing their homework for the next class, while others just, well, eat. And I ‘am part of the last description.
And he approaches me, well first he ask me and I bluntly said of course. As I am finishing the salad, I look up because I ‘am getting a hard time to chew on the lettuce. And by then he recognized me.
"You're Clarissa, aren't you?" he said excitedly.
"Y-yeah. Who are you?" I asked, still chewing the lettuce.
"I ‘am John. You're second grade best bud!" he replied, by this time I already swallowed the lettuce and look at him. I put 'Ah-huh!' face on, and
"Sorry, I don't remember."
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RandomJohn confessed to his secret friend, Clarissa. That's he is inlove with her. Will Clarissa accept his feelings? she knows her place as the one who is looking in from the outside. She never intend to complicate things like falling in love with him. C...
