That Typical Love Triangle

Chapter One

So this is how the story goes...

When you're 12, love doesn't matter. Maybe for some it does.

Remember when you were 12 and you didn't care if you forgot your makeup kit, if your nail is broken or if your crush didn't like you back. It's still 2012, kids act like kids. 

But when you're in sixth grade and go to Sitti Elementary School, a boyfriend is something you must have to be popular. But for a girl named May Olvaurd, it was just too easy. She's pretty, kind, and adored by everyone. A brain doesn't matter as long as you have the looks to make up for it.

May seemed to step out of her comfort zone when we became sixth graders. You wouldn't believe who she was last year. She was best friends with the most disgusting girl in class. No one talked to both of them, except me. How and why she transformed remains a mystery, nobody was curious enough to ask.

The moment she became part of the popular crowd, some boys suddenly didn't look at her as they did before, they fell in love with her. The luckiest one was a boy named Joshua. After just a week of flirtation, May gave in. We guessed that she was fascinated by the attention and immediate love for her. Two weeks later, they broke up. I never understood who did the dumping part, they had different stories. Joshua was a good friend of mine, he told me he just didn't feel like it anymore. May, on the other hand, cried her heart out to everyone, saying Joshua cheated.

If someone is the luckiest, there must be someone on the other side. It was my other friend, Patrick Mayers. He's "the fat kid in class". He was never exempted from bullying, and he got bullied even more when people knew that he fancies May too.

Patrick is my neighbor and my friend since kindergarten. He tells me everything, even things that I don't have to know. Before sixth grade ended, he told me that he already confessed his "feelings" to May and that he'll pluck up the courage to ask her out. I thought it would be impossible, before he proved me wrong. I didn't receive any news about him this summer vacation. And I'm eager to know everything. Tomorrow's the first day of school, I'm going to be an official seventh grader. I still don't have a boyfriend, so I'm still not accepted to be part of the "It Girls". As if I'd join them, being one of the boys automatically makes you popular.

Though, I must say for clarification that in my school, popularity is something you must have and maintain to survive life. I am not greedy for power, people.

I couldn't recognize Patrick the first time I saw him again. He looked so different. He was thin. He changed his hairstyle, the way he looked and the way he dressed. In short, he was a whole different person. Even his attitude, for the worst or for the better, I still have to find out.

"Xander!" Patrick shouted. I looked back and I still can't believe my eyes.

"Oh, you're still alive. Well, I wouldn't know since you haven't shown your face 'till now." I managed to sound mad.

"I'm sorry, I just wanted it to be a surprise." he smiled.

"It? Your transformation?" I teased him.

"Yup." he said popping the 'p'.

We roamed the hallways looking for our friends and found them by the fountain, the center of building 1. Patrick and I joined them.

"Look who decided to work out!" Michael pat Patrick's back.

"Xander, where's Patrick?" Mark joked.

"What changed your mind, Fat Ass?" John punched Patrick's arm.

"Her." Patrick sighed dreamily and turned his head towards the girl's group. There she was, May Olvaurd, laughing and giggling with her friends. Ew, the most girliest thing they could ever do to attract senior boys. It's their goal for the year, their boyfriends have to be seniors.

As if on cue, May made her way towards us. She hugged me, tightly.

"Hey, how are you doing?" She said after she let go.

"Fine, I guess." I sighed. She giggled. Patrick was just staring at her.

"Aren't you going to ask me how I'm doing?"

"No." I replied while Mark tossed me a piece of gum.

"You're always so cranky." She pinched my cheeks as if I was a kid, I'm getting more annoyed by the minute.

She turned her back to me and faced a drooling Patrick.

"How about you? How are you doing?" She played with her hair.

"I'm good." Patrick smiled and she giggled in reply.

It really made me wonder if their giggles had secret codes only girls could understand.

We left them and went in our own rooms.

Let's fast forward the story. We're in 8th grade already, nothing special happened last year. Except, on Valentine's day, Patrick gave May the biggest bouquet in the flower shop and a heart-shaped Ferrero Rocher. A lot of girls envied her, because while Patrick was giving her his gifts, he made us serenade her, in front of the whole school.

As for the girls wanting to have senior boyfriends, they did, they settled for juniors.

This summer, I received news that Mark is also likes May in a "Patrick" kind of way.