Missing You

A New Beginning

Hello, dear readers! Thanks for reading this far :) And congratulations also, for you made it here where the true story is just going to begin. This is where the story starts to blend angst and comedy with romance.

 

If you think you already know everything about the characters, already predict what's going to happen, or already guess how the narrator will lead you to the unfolding of the entire series...think again...or better yet, keep reading! I truly hope you enjoy :)

 

Anver took everything from his father. First would be his looks that always made the girls he passed by flip their hair even some would have short hair (yeah, hardly long enough to flip), act to be demur when they were actually not (like sitting properly trying so hard for a "stomach in and chest out" when there's more stomach to "in" than chest to "out," covering their mouth when smiling even when there's nothing to smile about, chewing what they eat with closed mouth even when they were just having for merienda two pieces of caramelized sugar quoted banana on stick sold along the street a.k.a bananaque, or giggling among themselves hitting each other with anything they were holding or with their own violent hands (yes, hands – both hands), etc. Second would be the money he spent for himself alone – for his basic needs and for his studies which he did not pay so much attention to if not badly needed like now that he's failing his elective Psychology subject if not for an additional task he's mercifully granted to do just to graduate. Third would be his sports car that he drove whenever he wanted, mostly when he got irritated with the damsels in distress he passed by when he walked to school. Fourth and on a serious note would be the stigma of being an illegitimate son that he carried with him as far as he could recall. And fifth would be the aura he had always worn as a defence mechanism from the world he considered harsh since his mother left it two years ago. From then on, though he had friends to hang out with anytime he wanted, he had been alone (but certainly not lonely) in his walk through life. His every step in his walk depended on his destination like his steps when for the first time, he was going to meet somebody named Jarie who he was told would help him become Calvin. His steps could tell that it's not yet totally sinking in whatever he was about to do. Though his feet were heavy in his every step, he managed to arrive to their meeting place – a room in his school.

"You must be Jarie. How did you get here inside the campus? You're not a student here," he was cold in his greeting if that was greeting at all.

Jarie was able to enter the campus because her aunt taught in that school. But she would not answer his not properly asked question. She's smart enough to sense that he's not easy to deal with, so she must not be too accommodating.

She looked at him from head to foot, walked around him, faced him again, went near him like very near, smelled him on his neck (left and right), patted (but the patting was too hard to be just a pat) him on his shoulders with both her hands, patted him also on his legs then on his chest that made him react irritated (well, he's already irritated even before he reacted).

"Hey!" he's calling her attention, but she did not stop. "Hey! Hey! What do you think you're doing?!" he screeched.

"Okay, I'm done. Have a seat," she was now acting like a teacher with her authoritative stare at him. While he sat, she posted two photos on the board. One was a picture of Calvin, and the other was a picture of Anver. "Okay, I did research on you. I'm sorry not to tell beforehand, but I hope you don't mi–"