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Chapter 45- A Wedding Invitation

{It's gonna be a long, eventful and fun couple of chapters, so turn down the AC temperature, wrap yourself up in a quilt, grab a snack and dim the lights to read today's chapter, or read it during bedtime as a rest after the day's over- my tip!
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Cris's P.O.V.

I checked the phone after the sweet little study session I was on, taking off my black computer glasses and tightening my messy ponytail as I stretched, and got up from my little white desk, only to stretch again. The muscles of my tall figure stretched and flexed under the dim, yellow study lamp, the only light source which lit up my room right now.

I took my phone and turned it on. I'd started studying at 8:05 and right now it was 12:04 AM, so... Heavens. I need to fix my schedule.
I'd been studying for four hours, ever since I arrived home from the hang-out with Chase, Elaine and Leah. Well, well.

I did a couple of more stretching exercises to relieve my muscles after the little cramp that they'd been subjected to after my study session. Little, because I was used to sitting and studying for long periods of time.

Being honest, I'm pretty sure it's easy to get bored with studies, or run away from it and even by scared by it. That was completely alright, and I'd faced that sometimes, when I was pretty young.
But later for me, it was sort of an escape from my painful daily life when I was younger. An addicting escape. I loved to delve into the complex sums of mathematics and understand the scientific processes of science and do any sort of numericals based on them. I loved to write essays in English in which I could get lost within freely, and it was the same with the case studies I did for Social Science.
And addicting, too, was the feeling of hearing my name being announced as the school topper and being handed a glimmering golden medal or a perfect, glossy white certificate which announced, clearly and proudly- only my name, and also being given similar recognitions for the many Olympiads I took part in throughout my life.

The only validation I ever got, when you're talking about achievements- though, speaking honestly, wanted my mother's proper and lovely appraisal more than the awards- that was the validation I truly ever needed, ever wanted.

Though, for all the awards, studying and all-rounderism I was called a nerd in the beginning, when I was 10 or younger, and people threw nasty remarks at me often, sometimes to feel better about themselves and sometimes to fit in. I didn't mind, I had friends who supported and defended me and random remarks never really affected me somehow.
Perhaps, I was just born with thick skin.

People in my class, when I was 13 or younger than that, thought that disrespecting me could somehow make their boring lives better and could satisfy their inner rottenness and shit, but I was the sort by then that could make people end up in tears with simply a sharp and eloquent use of words.
Soon, though, I misused this 'talent' of mine and used it on my friends to satisfy my internal tumultuous maelstrom that had been struck by the events happening within my home, and when my friends left me permanently, I was guilty. But at the same time, somewhere deep down, I didn't care. And that's where the evil and callous side of me, the one that had made Ellis almost cry and do a hundred bad things in other high schools, was born.

Then, when I'd turned 15, I was close to being a delinquent, but an excelling one at that. I still got my school and Olympiad medals, but nobody dared to call me a nerd since then. Nobody congratulated me either.
Only... Fran, my-now-ex and his friends, who were my acquaintances gave me slight pats in my back, but none of them cared. Not like I wanted their care, or even Fran's. I simply used him for a proper breaking of my virginity, then for good fucks. Later on, we became a little closer but deep down, I always thought of him as a fucking dope and slug.
Not going to remember that little shit more than this.