Our basic calculus teacher instructed us to bring out our books to answer five pages of calculus exercises after he discussed the new lesson he included and announced that it would be part of the coverage of our examination.
"Arsi, can you check my book after you've done yours? I'm not really good on numbers." Kalabit ni Greta habang nagpipindot na ako ng numero sa scientific calculator upang macompute ang tamang sagot.
She gave me her twinkle eyes, and I gave her a stare before continuing with the given task.
Titignan ko naman mamaya at kung magpapaturo siya sakin sakaling halos lahat ng sagot niya ay mali, it's okay para maiwasan ko si Martin na balak pumunta rito mamayang lunch.
As I was writing down my answer to No. 5, Greta rose up from her seat and put a large bar of dark chocolate on my desk. I gave her a questioning look while she smiled brightly, like no one could ever change her mood.
"What is this for?" I asked, not minding what she was giving and proceeding to the next page so I could be done early because I have to call someone important before I'll check the book and teach her.
Kinatok niya ang lamesa ko, kaya medyo nadistract ako nagkamali sa sinulat. I was about to warn her when she raised her phone and slightly shoved it in my face. Hinawi ko ang kamay at napatitig sa larawan ng isang lalaking kagaya, naming studyante rito, holding a banner.
"Elton asked me a favor to give you this, and since we have the upcoming senior night ball, girl, he posted this!" Kinikilig niyang paliwanag habang ako walang reaksyon na nakatingin sa banner.
I read it, and it says:
Arsinoe Deia Jersen Salem, can you be my queen date to our senior night ball?
He was holding a banner with one hand in his pocket, grinning after winning a polo match with his cousins, who were cheering in the background of the photo uploaded, while asking me out to be his date.
Elton Zirkelbach, a full-blooded German with golden hair, was one of the famous boys at this school. Kasabayan kong nag transfer dito after I attended all school girls.
I have to admit that he is no doubt a handsome and fine boy at my age. Too bad he wasn't my type, or any boys around my age or a bit older than me.
They were no match for the man I preferred.
"Don't give me that look like you're uninterested in him! Arsinoe! Haven't you seen his latest Instagram post? He is like a Greek methology god living among mortals!" Oh, she's happy about this?
Wala akong hilig magbukas ng socmed accounts, I'm too lazy to change my display profile or see any updates from the feeds. I have IG, but it was only me and Martin; we are following each other with our private accounts. It's where I posted privately about our trips abroad and local places.
It may sound weird that we only follow each other, but I'm content and happy in that way. Hindi namin ma-ipagsigawan ang isa't-isa sa publiko, why not flex privately? Hmmmmm!
I find Greta's exaggerations toward Elton's appearance mediocre.
She doesn't yet know the real deal about Greek methology or God's features. I forgot that she looked at Biden and Piaros as cousins, so no malice, but if she only saw the meat beneath those tuxedos, huh, Greta wouldn't think Elton as hot as she's claiming.
Her eyes widen when I just shrug my shoulders and shake my head in response.
Because of her loud voice, Mr. Castro reprimanded us to be quiet, or else we'd be sitting outside the hallway. Mahina siyang nagmamaktol kung bakit ayaw ko raw si Elton.
