TGJ 2: My Grumpy Jerk (On Hiatus)

Chapter 29

"Try to imagine this Sarada, the midterms are in a week and my savings are not enough to cover half of the semester," she complains as we walk into the cafeteria.

"I have saved enough I can lend you some of them," I tell her and she feels a bit anxious about it.

"Sarada..." she murmurs in a weak tone.

"What's with that face?" I chuckle she looks like she is going to sob at any minute.

"You don't have to do this," she sniffs I don't know if there's something in her nose.

"We have to do this and please do tell your parents about this soon," I remind and her expression changed.

"I fear that I can," her voice cracks.

"And why not?" I raise my voice in shock.

"A lot of things might happen once the truth is revealed to them," she worries.

"Like what for example?" I don't know why it came out of my mouth all of a sudden.

"They will stop me from going to Grà," she declares.

"No, I'm sure they will understand," I insist, and suddenly she looks sick.

"Considering mom she won't make this slip her mind and might do something terrible," her voice trembles at her thoughts.

"Chocho, you are doing your best here and I could not be prouder of you for your effort and perseverance to get your diploma from Grà," her eyes clouded by tears but she tries not to show them.

"Mom is going to be upset that I resisted her decision and lied to them," she sighs.

"I know mom knows best however, you deserve this," I tell her and she smirks.

"I'm just hoping she will understand once she finds out," she shrugs and we settle down.

"Let's get some orange juice," I say and she nods. We leave for the counter and I put a plate of pasta on my tray after getting the juice she gets a burger for herself.

"Tomorrow is your assumption of office as the new Student Council President," she reminds me I almost forgot about it.

"Yes, but to be honest, it slips my mind," I shake my head. We sit down again and start munching on our food.

"How can you forget about it? Don't tell me you also forgot your first activity as a President," she narrows her eyes on me.

"No, it's the University Festival," I respond.

"Oh, are you ready for it?" she asks and sips her glass.

"It's going to be a tight schedule for me, but I will make sure the Performing Arts department will shine this year," I say and she looks puzzled.

"What do you mean?" she twitches her brow as I play with my pasta using the shining silver fork.

"From what I have heard, our department has been overshadowed by other departments and participates less during the festival. The seniors complain about it to the former Student President yet she always gives too much attention to sports, hotel and hospitality, business management, and bands," I explain and she gives me a constant nod.

"But I find plays and drama catchy and entertaining," she is munching on her burger.

"I do as well but guess everyone has different tastes. Since I promote equality among students, I will make sure that all departments participate in this event. Everyone deserves to showcase their talents and skills," all I want is for everyone to feel that they are heard and valued.