Weekly Sanity

Chapter 23 - 31st day of January 2014

Miles was too mortified to go near me for the next few days. Though his actions greatly annoyed me, I let him have some space. I didn't mind. It's not like he's going to flirt around if I did. The thought somehow amused me and at the same time wanted me to drag him away and lock him in a closet.

Anyway, Miss Homeroom came to me one morning, giving me the certificate from the ceremony last Friday. Mel and Mr Playboy already explained that this was the reason our plan failed. They announced the fact that I was at the hospital at that time. Not that the plan was a complete failure, the emcee was clever enough to somehow convince the people that Miles didn't skive and miss the ceremony on purpose but that he came running to me.

"It was bad timing for me to have that fever last week." I told Miss Homeroom.

"Why is that?" Miss Homeroom asked.

"I can use it as an excuse to take a picture of Miles' embarrassed face when receiving a certificate for getting a perfect score on last year's N.A.T. exam." My plan was for everyone to see that Miles wasn't much of delinquent if he's capable of random academic feats such as that one.

"Oh?" Miss Homeroom rolled her eyes in annoyance. I guess it wasn't enough then. I hate it when they give weird looks whenever I talk about Miles. It's like they continuously telling me that he's the worst decision I ever made. "Ugh... Miss Garcia! You know how uncomfortable it is for me to hear you talk about Mr Vera. I'm already at that age where I should have changed my last name due to change in Civil Status," she paused for the sake of dramatization, and then she held my shoulders and looked at me in the eyes. "So stop being a pest,"

I'm glad at the improvement.

Miss Homeroom turned away to probably get to her last class but then again when at a mid-pace, she turned back, remembering something. She took out a lamination from her folder, similar to what I'm holding, and handed it to me.

"Oh, could you pass Mr Vera's certificate to him for me, will you? I kept forgetting during class and I can't seem to find him during free periods." Yeah, me too.

"Sure thing,"

When Miss Homeroom finally took a turn, I had a wonderful idea.

"I'm going to his house!" I declared, raising my right fist in the middle of the corridor to anyone within earshot. Then, I remembered my earlier thoughts about giving him some space. And then, I decided that it didn't really matter on the next second.

Miles had already made a zip-line home when the second the last period announced dismissal. So, I guess he's at home right about now since that was almost an hour ago.

I made my way to the oh-so familiar tracks, remembering the times that I can only look at him from afar. That was when I'm still afraid of judgemental remarks.

I guess those were the times that I was most normal, just a normal girl in that age of boy-craziness. I got interested at the sight of a lonely boy almost my age, looking like every living existence had abandoned him. Although he looked bashful and timid, he also looked so sturdy, despite the fact that he didn't look like he's being taken care of properly. That must be the time when that rush of what most people mistakes for as love came to me, a rush of infatuation. Back then, despite not knowing what love really meant I decided that he's going to be mine. Oh fond memories...

Finally, I arrived at where he lives. It reminded me of the time when Miles and I weren't close yet, those afternoon strolls on this street for a chance to steal a glance at him. Ironically, when we started to become close I spent less of my time in this area than before.

Now, in front of his door I tried to think of how to start up a conversation with one, two, or possibly all the three witches that live in this place. Well, there is a chance for a non-witchy encounter provided that Miles himself would be the one to answer the door. Deciding that I should just go with the flow, I knocked on the door. And indeed, the youngest witch answered it.