Someone Called Crush [C]

Chapter Five

I go back to my own class. Not caring about Aya anymore. Jane look at me with worried eyes. Even if she make such a face, it didn't soften my heart for a bit. I'm still with my sour look when I sit back at my place. I don't have the mood to drink anymore.

"Where's Aya?" Jane ask me. I don't reply to her but my face has turned even more sour than before. She saw it and didn't ask any further. She grab a cream puffs and stuff it in my mouth.

"Don't make a face like that. You will look ugly. Ryder will see you," she tease. Even though I knew she must be teasing me, but I couldn't help blushing. There's no doubt that I don't want Ryder to see me look ugly.

I chew on the cream puffs and swallow it first before saying, "Ryder will not care about me."

"Are you sure? Who knows if he just pretend that he doesn't care."

Here it comes. The line that has keep gotten my hopes up. I thought being in different classes than Ryder will make me move on but getting surrounded by people who always reminds me that I have feelings for him and he may have feelings for me too isn't helping.

"Okay. Enough. I want to eat." I grab a plate and scoop up some rice. Our homeroom teacher ordered us tomato rice, which is my favourite dish.

When I just about to get a tomato chicken, my homeroom teacher, Mrs. Mugis is calling me. I put down the spoon and go to her at the opposite table behind me. Looks like she's going to cut the cake my classmates bought but it doesn't seem like we have a knife here.

"How are we going to cut this?" I ask. The teacher seems to ponder before grabbing two spoons by its head. Then she used the tail to cut the cake. It's actually worked.

"Here. You cut the cake and give it to the boys. After all, they won't eat it unless you feed them," she tell me while handing the spoons to me. I smile when hearing her statement.

"Yeah, that's right. You can leave it to me." I take the spoons and cut the cake like she asked me to. I just finish cutting half of the cake and distribute them so I planned to continue eating rice tomato.

"Class! Please gather in front of the class. We're going to make a video of wishing Eid together," Mrs. Mugis inform us.

Ugh! Why can't I have a peaceful drink or meal today? Am I not being able to fill my stomach today?

"Nina, let's go!" Jane grab me and pull me to the front. When I look at the door, I suddenly thinking of Aya. She doesn't seem to be back yet.

Well, maybe she's with her best friend in the next class to us. They have been together since middle school. They probably walking around the school since Aya couldn't stay on the same spot for five minutes.

Jane and I are standing in the front row but the people behind me seem to get blocked from the camera. So I grab a chair and sit with Jane. We wish Happy Eid together. It took our class five times to make it perfect. Mrs. Mugis almost fed up with the video.

Finally, I can have my meal peacefully this time. I take a spoonful of rice and tomato chicken into my mouth. The taste of sweet and sour from the tomato flood in my mouth. There's a little spiciness with a tender chicken meat dance on my tongue. The flavour of other vegetables such as onions, garlic and carrots being blended together with tomato sauce bring you a new taste.

I finished eating and plan to get a second one when Aya's noodles come into view. She said she cooked it herself. I want to know what her noodles taste like. I hope it won't be like her cupcakes where she put one big scoop of sugar. I almost got diabetes just by eating one of her cupcakes.

I taste one spoon of her noodles and surprisingly, it's good. The noodles cooked well, not too chewy and not soggy. After finish the noodles, I'm having two pieces of cake. What? I'm just a big eater but I'm not fat. I can eat four burgers at most.

I look at my watch. It's past ten o'clock. Aya still isn't back. I don't even see her shadow passing by the class. It's weird no matter how I think about it. I throw the polystyrene plate away in the plastic bag and wipe my hands with wipes. I sit back to chat with Jane when Danny come in the class in a hurry.

"Nina!!" He call me.

"What's wrong?" I ask. Looking at his reaction, something must have happened.

"I saw Aya in the toilet. She's crying continuously while say sorry."

"What?! She's still in the toilet? It's more than one hour!" I exclaimed.

"Yes. And she's crying. The girls said she has been like that for one hour," he says seriously.

"Oh, shit. I will go get her," I tell Jane. Not caring that I actually wear a long skirt, I run to the toilet. I open the door and Aya was there, crying while mumbles the word 'sorry'.

"Sob... sob... sorry... I'm sorry... sob.."

I run towards her and hug her. I forgot that although she seems a little crazy, not thinking of the consequences and always love to joke, she's actually sensitive. She has been abandoned by her parents when she was a little. Not that they had passed away, instead they simply didn't want to take care of her.

The one who took care of her is the sister of her actual father. But in the family, she was hated by her adopted sister. Moreover, last year, her adopted father, who treated her like his own daughter passed away. What's worse is, her actual father suddenly come knocking their door and start live with them after that.

Aya, who doesn't remember what her parents look like, got to see her father again. Unfortunately, it's not the kind of father that anyone would be proud of. He's an alcoholic. Ever since she started living together with him, she always be the target of his anger. He started abusing her for three months before she couldn't take it anymore and reported him.

When she reported it to the police and explain everything, the police laughed as if her story is unbelievable. When I heard the police actually did that, I'm truly angry because I know her story is true. I watched her crying even though she tried to hide it. I even got a dream about her crying before she reported about her abusive father.

I feel that something is wrong when the image of her crying pops up in my dream. After woke up, I chatted her to ask what is wrong. She said she was indeed crying in that morning but didn't tell me the details. Only a few days later I found out the things she has been suffering.

"Yes. Yes. I forgive you. Don't cry. Your makeup has smeared all over," I say while pat her back gently. She let go of my hug and try to wipe her tears with her clothes.

"Don't. You. Ever. Wipe. Using. That," I warned after stopping her. "Wait here. I will get a tissue and other things."

I go back to class to get one box of tissues and my bag. I brought a little makeup to school for a touch up to fix my makeup. Then, I go back to the toilet and wipes the remaining tears on Aya's face. I put a little water on the tissue to make it wet a little and wipe the mascara and eyeliner that has been smeared all over.

After put some powder on her face and fix her eye shadow, I replace her dark lipstick with bright peach colour. I don't bring any mascara with me so we go back to class to get her mascara and eyeliner. At least when we go back to class, she won't be embarrassed because her face look plain.

~to be continued~

As the saying goes, fighting
is what makes your
friendship grows stronger.

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