「to you, my beloved」

to my beloved

"god, i hate it here already.." i look around the new school i was enrolled into. before becoming a seventh grader to a new highschool, i was so loud and popular. i knew moving was a mistake but what can i do?

i look at my wristwatch and let out a sigh in frustration. "damn it, i'm already late on my first day." i jogged to my class and saw my classmates from my old school, i smiled when i saw them but it soon fell when the teacher spoke.

"uki violeta? you've been moved up to b." suddenly, students in the class began to whisper.

what the fuck.

"really?" there's no fucking way i was moved up a class. i already made myself comfortable with my best friends and they want me to move? was it due to my family's connections?

"yes, do you know where the class is?"

i shook my head. that was a lie, i knew where the class was located but i didn't want to move.

"oh.. that's alright, we can have someone escort you there." she called out my best friend and told her to bring me to my new class.

"i know you don't want to move," he said. it was true, i just didn't have the heart to reject the teacher. i was too scared.

we stood infront of my new class's door. "well then," he tidied me up and smiled at me. "get along and make new friends. you're the uki violeta, i believe in you, uki!" he gave me a pat on the shoulder and left me.

i stood there frozen, i didn't want this.

i took a deep breath, knocked on the door twice before turning the knob, entering the class.

"are you uki violeta?"

i nodded at the teacher. she looked intimidating and i know she already hates me.

i looked around, there was only one seat available in the class and of course it was at the back.

"do you want to stay here or move to your last class?"

a chance to move back to c?! of course!

"no, i'm fine." what!?

that wasn't what i meant to say!

"take a seat then."

i take the only seat available and sat awkwardly.

i scanned the class and surprisingly, there was someone who i knew from my childhood, great!

but we're not that close so i don't know what to say..

i look over the girls' half.

there are a few girls i know but we're also not that very close.

sigh. that's it, i'm friendless for the rest of the year.

"hey, you're the transfer kid from c right? name's ▇▇, let's be friends from now on,"

i smile softly, he sounds nice. not the best in looks but who am i to judge?

"sure. nice to meet you ▇▇,"

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a few weeks has passed and its now march. i stare at the whiteboard tiredly, i didn't get that much sleep last night as i was too busy ranting to my best friends that the science teacher - who happens to be my homeroom teacher - literally hates my guts.

"psst," a voice called out to me on my right.

as reflex, i turned to the noise and was handed a piece of paper by ▇▇.

confused, i unfolded the paper and read the contents.

'i like you.'

i furrowed my eyebrows. i do not see ▇▇ in that light before and ever.

i scribbled 'thank you' below his confession, folded the paper back in half and handed it to ▇▇.

in the corner of my eyes, i saw him look confused and as it was the last class for today, he couldn't speak to me plus our mathematics teacher hates talking.

when the bell rang, i quickly packed my stuff and walked out the class and left the school grounds.

to the shop, up the bridge, down the bridge, cross the street and walk behind the restaurant.

i heaved for breaths. i wasn't that fit for my age nor will i ever will be in the future. i'm just not that athletic.

i finally arrived at a secluded area and took a seat at one of the rundown, rusty benches and took a seat.

"you wait here a lot." i turned to someone who spoke to me and squinted my eyes.

white coloured hair, metallic silver orbs for eyes, bruises on his chin, dried red blood marks on his white uniform.. he's-!

"fulgur. i'm sure you heard things about me spreading around school."

why is he talking to me? did i get on his bad side without knowing? oh my god, this is it. i'm going to die without ever having a boyfriend.

why is life so cruel to me??

"calm down." fulgur said. "i'm not going to hurt you, i just wanted someone to chat with." he leaned back on his seat.

"oh.." i didn't know what to say, i'm not interesting in the first place.

"you look someone around my age, are you a junior like me?"

i scratch the back of my neck, i am not good at conversations. "y-yeah, i'm from class seven b."

"cool, someone smarter than me. i'm from class h."

h??? as in the lowest class ever?

there was silence between us, i didn't want to talk to him but he engaged me into another conversation.

"do you know someone named ▇▇?"

"i do, he's my classmate."

fulgur looked at me, his eyes were bored. "stay away from him. i wouldn't like it if you were involved in anything that has to do with him."

i nodded slowly. great, a reason not to talk to ▇▇. he was starting to creep me out anyway.

a few minutes later, my ride arrived so i left without saying a word to him. when my brother asked who i was speaking to, i told him that i didn't know him.

i look out the window and saw him wave at me with a wide grin.

huh, he's nice.