The Mystery Continues...(VW2)

Chapter 18: Awwww

"You got five, Rose. Good job!"

Paul said and handed over my test paper, the one on which Riley got four and a half and Paul himself got 4.75. I couldn't believe my ears; getting even a mere half mark more than those two smartasses were a tough job, and I'd actually achieved it! No damn way... I'm honestly feeling out of the world right now.

I looked up at Paul and smiled, "Thank you. I don't even know how-"

He pretended to roll his eyes, "Oh come on, as if you hadn't studied anything. We all know that you studied well, Rose, don't jinx it."

I grinned in return, "Look who's saying. The ultimate topper, Paul Asher."

"I'm flattered," he said, laughing, then waved me a bye as he went away to the guys. I couldn't stop but feel happy that genuine guys like Paul were there in my class - the ones who don't fake-appreciate you or aren't jealous of you in a toxic way. He has all the rights to be at least a little mad at me, seeing that he's the class topper and I'm just in third position, after Riley and him. Plus, he's very smart, kind of popular and confident, but all of these features of his character actually makes him a perfect gentleman than an arrogant jerk like Spencer - who's not even that great, by the way. Well, it's not like Paul could actually be appreciating me sincerely, since he isn't even a very close friend, but you see, you can actually tell it when someone tells you something sometimes, whether it's from their heart or not. And by looking at Paul, I could never imagine him being a fake guy, because he has been one of the guys who remained the same from the first year I joined this school to even now. If I ever left this school, one person I'll remember as a sincere guy is Paul.

In short, I admired him and looked upto him a lot of times. I wanted to be like him, maybe above him, maybe the best person to everyone around me.

But that would never happen.

I may be studious, confident (sometimes, though), and even kind of smart sometimes, but I could never reach his level of sociable behavior and how confident he sounded when he performed in front of us or even a whole stage. Those were some impossible stuff for me. I could try my best to excel in every field except talking in front of a big stage.

Besides, now that most people in my class knew about how I was a rather known writer in Wattpad and wrote well too, they expected me to be the scriptwriter at every single boring activity that the teachers gave. But they never realize how I write stories of my own choice and not of completely not-my-type things like unemployment, melodrama, and such stuff. I tried to escape sometimes, but most of the time, I had to accept my defeat because I had to hold up my name as a skilled scriptwriter and not let it sink just because I'm unconfident. Being a writer means that I can be pretty good at every field of writing, right? So I definitely tried better, most of the time. That doesn't mean that I was really confident during the time of writing it, but by the end, I felt proud and my classmates, even the not-so-close ones, appreciated me well. So that's what counts.

A little 'tring' from my phone made me take it out and continue the scrolling.

It was a reply from Andy, to the message where I said that it's cool to see when others aren't sad because of us. And I smiled again, remembering my earlier conversation with Riley and reminding myself of my chats with Andy and how he had made me happy. This message of mine that he replied to right now was the one I'd put before, expressing my happiness to how he was happy that he made me feel better, and that's the exact thing I thought about while with Riley just moments ago. The irony.

'Yeahh I know how it feels to be lonely. I've been a loner for such a long time now 😭😭 And I know how it feels...
It's one of the worst feelings ever!! 😭😭'