What is love?

Chapter 30

Today's my first day of school! I can't believe it. It feels like just yesterday I wrote the same thing on my old diary and being a 9th grader. Now, I'm a 10th! Time do fly past rather fast, right. Today's an interesting day too. I didn't expect to have acquired a friend this fast. Her name is Scarlette. I wasn't sure about her last name but the other kids call her 'Scarlette scarface' which I knew pretty well is a nickname - who the hell would name their daughter Scarlette scarface? - but since I found it pretty funny - though I dunno why she's called that way - I decided to use it  to call her.

Scarlette isn't what you would normally classify as a pretty girl but she is fascinating. She's also more to the emo type. Her raven black hair and red streaks, her dark and brooding outfit and reading materials led me to this conclusion. But of course, not letting appearance blind me, I volunteered to be her friend - the girl's depressingly lonely - and even let her borrow my book and even told her my crush, Britney Sterling. She's a bit interested about it and even advises me to make the first move which, of course, I will totally, absolutely, positively, will NOT do.

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It's the second day of being friends with Scarlette and she's surprisingly colder than yesterday. By cold, I don't mean the sick cold but the harsh cold. It's like her attitude's changed overnight. I decided a hangout on the garden will help ease the tension. On our hangout, she explained the sudden change in her attitude. She's the stubborn type, you know. The type of people who's so wrapped around the idea of their independence and how they don't need anyone. I began to dismiss the idea which is something I regret immediately.

Without any cognitive thought, this girl just let a possibly poisonous snake bit her on the wrist. The poison gave her long enough time to reassure me of her 'invincibility' before collapsing to the ground. Mom's teaching of being a gentleman echoes in my head. And leaving a passed out girl out in the gardens is not one of them. I suppose my only option is to carry her - bridal style cause I'm not good at piggyback rides - to the sickbay immediately. I do hope she's okay.

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After sometime being unconscious, the stubborn knucklehead finally stirred awake. She earned 3 things from me that day. A hug of relief, a hit on the head and a short lecture afterwards about how every action comes with a price. Though I keep insisted saying that she's the dum-dum and drowned out all her arguments, I can't help but feel bad for her. To compensate for my inability to help her before the snake lunge an attack at her, I offered my services to her like the kind friend I was. Flexing intended. And yes, she denied the offer at first but of course, I'm adamant to prove her wrong, uhm, I meant to be a kind friend to her. Heheh. Why would I want to prove her wrong by proving how she needs other people to do things for her now that she's injured? Yeah... you caught me. But PART of the plan is to be a great friend to her. So...in a way, that counts too.

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The times I've spent feeding her is no joke, embarrassing but cute in some sort of way. The way the butterflies are released in my stomach every time a shovel of food went in her mouth is just so...inescapable? Just earlier today when Ii wanted to feed her breakfast, without warnings, the girl just shot underneath her blankets. Apparently, he's afraid of me judging her messy look. Little does she know that I am the messiest guy in my dorm every time I wake up. She seems to have acknowledge the fact because she warmed up to me after that. We played several rounds of chess and I won all of them, obviously. Not only because I'm so good at it  ( flexing intended ) but also because the girl's a beginner beginner. But at least she's improving with every round we play. So, that's good news. Side note: It's funny seeing her attempting to eat with her non dominant left hand. Seriously, it's so stupid it's funny.