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Chapter 3

Dahlia Meadows

A few months later

I took a step out of my car. I lifted my head, and my eyes were immediately lit up.
Is this it? I increased my speed to enter the school. I approached the desk and asked for help with what building is the fashion design. "Hi. You must be new? The building is somehow in front of the building for engineers." The desk attendant lifted her hand and pointed to a girl.

"You seem to cross across someone who is also in your course." I turned my head slowly to find a girl. Her brown, wavy hair was so silky like her hair was the ones that were out of commercials. I also looked at her Yves Saint Laurent shoulder bag, her outfit was flawlessly beautiful. I locked my eyes with her and nervously waved.

"Hi!" as I look at her eyes closing as her mouth curved upwards to a smile. "You must be new? Come, let's go together." I walked with her, as we headed to the building. A crowd was surrounding the engineering building. I came closer as it grasped my attention, so this is where I'd be spending all my school year in? This looks like hell, but I will need to endure it.

"That's Dallas Everett, right? Damn, he looks exactly like what I've seen in the poster of the school because he represented us internationally for the research he proposed." It came from a loud chatter behind me.

I turned my eye to this guy, Dalla, Dali, or whatever his name was. Unexpectedly, I locked eyes with him. I felt goosebumps all over my body, he felt scary rather than handsome nor appealing. His attitude towards the ones crowding him were definitely not a friendly act.

He was just so collected, calm and cool. He looked in a bitter manner to the crowd praising him. I wouldn't if I was in his position, rather I'd love to be the source of the crowd.

Someone lightly patted my shoulder, it was the girl who I was walking with. "Is he handsome?" as we enter the building. "Maybe, a little? He looked like a jerk honestly. The crowd was completely filled with just girls." Well, reality hits, I was one of those girls filling in the crowd. "Is he famous with girls?" I said in a joking manner. Though, I know myself I couldn't deny he had that charm that makes him attractive. He wasn't completely my type, but he can work. The girl beside me went quiet, I looked at her calmly to see what was up and she burst out.

"I'm his sister." Just three words. It took myself to think about how I could stash myself from embarrassment. She looked at me scratched her neck, looking at me in a skeptical way. "Oh, sorry." I continued my sentence looking cautious. "I didn't mean to." I totally mean it.

"It's okay! I get that a lot." she laughed. "It's totally normal for me now."
It felt like I was burying myself because of the shame. I felt humiliated all alone by my own doing.

"I haven't asked for your name yet." Realization hit me that I haven't even asked for her name, god, I was with her since earlier yet I didn't even know her name at all. Totally forgot my basic manners to be polite first, and ask the person their name.
"I'm January Everett." she smiled as she reached out her hand to shake hands with me. For her name, I couldn't blame her parents. She was named after a month, we're talking about the month of January. I guess her name is one of a kind. I then introduced myself. "I'm Dahlia." as I held out my hand to shake with hers. "Dahlia Meadows." a smile was worn to my face. It was my first day and I felt so relieved I had a companion who's more like my friend.

"I'm sorry for my brother, he's quite of an introverted." she said calmly.
"Oh, no. I should be the one sorry. The words I used to describe your brother were totally awful to me." It wasn't that bad to admit what I said was truly unacceptable and plain disrespect towards the guy. Though, I wouldn't take back what I said described him.

Jerk, specifically.. It didn't clearly sound like an insult.
The school bell rang and it indicated the start of classes. I looked at my schedule and it turned out our first lesson was entrepreneurship. A middle-aged woman came to the classroom and the noise turned to a dead silence.

"Good morning, class. To those who are new, I am Ms. Stephens." the British accent of hers was thoroughly heard. "We'll start our lesson." as she signed us to settle down.

The discussion went on, and on. I couldn't focus anymore as it lasted. The discussion was going over an hour now, I had to take a break as my ears would explode anytime soon. I rested my head, looking towards the window. The view from my seat showed the whole campus and it was amazing to see students passing by the building and walking towards their own department buildings. Isn't that so heartwarming? I hope I could feel that, the feeling of having someone accompany you during your school year. Sitting by the window wasn't a bad idea, at all.
As I looked at the window, a cold gaze was looking at me at the opposite of my window. I wasn't even stunned, I was creeped out. Wondering who it was, it turned out to be the "jerk" I specifically just foul mouthed at. To his sister.

I simply turned my head to the other side and yawned to avoid having a long eye contact with him. I didn't even know any words that could describe him without using any insults.

The class was over by a glimpse of time. I slowly but surely took another look and he was gone. I'm pretty sure that the Dallas guy is not friendly at all. I grabbed my phone and took a picture of the window. I posted it with a caption saying Finally at Hamptons! It looks interesting. #Hamptons #NewStudent! My account was not totally dead. I literally post thrice a week.. though my followers were not growing at all. It stayed beyond 500k followers.

I walked out of the building, going to my apartment. I didn't like living all alone ever since my parents moved to the Philippines because of some family issues that occured on my dad's side.
When I was about to put my phone aside in my pocket, it suddenly buzzed. It was a message from my mother, there it was written:

Ma: Lia, if someone asks if you know me or your Papa. Say that you do, they're gonna shortly contact you okay?
Me: Why, Mama? Is there anything wrong?

I waited for a few minutes and my message was just delivered, and she didn't reply anymore. She hurriedly commanded me something but couldn't find the thought of asking how I was doimg here all alone. Did that even matter to them? Did they not have that thought cross in their mind at all?

I was confused as to why my mother had messaged me out of a sudden. They were always like this. It was a nightmare for me where everyday they were now away from me, all my life decisions were independently made by me and all they did was sit and watch. Their unguilty response to me was they'd always tell me "You're old enough. Look at your little brother making his way on top. We're busy enough with your brother, don't add up anymore Dahlia." I headed to my apartment room now, and let out a tired sigh. It was a rough day today, it had always been so draining even if school year hasn't even started. I remembered the guy's name that I simply insulted with no hesitation.

Dallas Everett.
Echoes of his name are inside my mind, they were roaring like they were an obstacle made just for me when I start my school year.
I might be just assuming but I hope not.