A Mad Woman, Allison.

CHAPTER TWELVE: BEGIN AGAIN

I'm occupied by our lesson today. Most were tackled in my past subjects in PolSci but there's something in me that wants to listen. Maybe because this is my passion, and maybe because this is my interest. Both reasons work either way.

Until Javier walked in.

He was talking to our lecturer but I can catch him stealing glances at me. I, too, was secretly looking that's why I can confirm he's also looking at me. Not only in my direction, he's looking right exactly in my eyes. I'm starting to get pissed by this gesture of his so I was the first to break our so-called 'accidental' eye contact. Which was clearly not accidental. Is he trying to annoy me again? Well congratulations, he succeeded with his goal. I am so pissed off that I could tear him into eights. Fuck him.

“By the way, Ms. Monroe,” he called. I turned my gaze to him, still trying to calm my temper. “Meet me again later after class. We need to discuss your duties as the elected president and chosen representative for my upcoming event.” He plastered a small smile on his lips, so little I could almost mistake it as a smirk.

Yeah, right. Fucking duties.

Our morning class ended and I decided to hang out with four of my classmates, Dove, Maeve, Roscoe, and Clio. Their friendship looks healthy and they seem to get along with each other very well. Although three of them are girls and only one is a dude, their bond is still as strong as any other friend groups I've encountered. Dove appears like the mother of their group; Maeve is very inclined toward academics with a strong feminine attitude; Roscoe is like Maeve but more of a nerd and a 'maldita' attitude; and lastly, Clio is the guy who's having his own world not minding what his friends are talking about. He's certainly the odd one in the group but he doesn't come off to care at all.

They were talking about the lessons discussed earlier until the conversation of them got pointed at me when Dove asked me what bachelor's degree I finished. “Political Science,” I answered. They were in astonishment.

“Wow. Rich kid,” Dove teased.

“Sa Germany pa nag-aral,” Roscoe added.

“How to be you po?” Maeve was playing along with their game while sweetly laughing at their statements.

The three noticed Clio's silence so the mockery was diverted onto him instead. “May sariling mundo na naman si Clio guys,” Maeve stated. Her giggles were not irritating to hear at all even if I can say that she's demure like other shy girls out there. How can God create such a soft girl like her?

I was busy laughing with them when Javier stepped inside the canteen. There he is again. We got our meals and agreed to take the vacant spot to eat.

They greeted him the moment we faced him. I just walked past him thinking he understood I didn't want us to create a scene or a single tension between the two of us.

“Grabe ang pogi talaga ni Sir!” Roscoe affirmed after we sat down in our chairs.

“True. Bata pa rin pero sobrang professional na sa trabaho niya.” Dove chewed her food after her sentence.

“Talaga? Ilang taon na ba si Sir?” Maeve raised a question.

26, I responded at the back of my mind.

“As far as I know magtu-27 na si Sir,” Dove answered.

I glanced at Clio only to find out he was already looking at me. Is he actually this silent?

“Why are you so quiet, Clio? You also kept staring at me. Is there something on my face?” I am curious so I asked him.

“Wala, ang ganda mo.” He continued with his meal.