A Twist of Fate and A Time

Inordinate Attachment

They say that when you love somebody else, you must let go of your first love.

Why?

It's because you wouldn't find another one if you truly loved the first.

I didn't mean to fall in love with you. It just happened.

You weren't a looker when I first saw you. You can blend well in the room when the lights are off. What made me look at you was the fact that you wore our school uniform ON THE FIRST DAY OF COLLEGE.

"Loyal", I told myself back then.

We met again in the library with two of our other classmates. Because you were all guys, I did one thing that I really wanted to do on the first day in a new school: brag about my entrance exam results. I told you three that my English exam got an above average while my Math bagged an average. You? Your English exam got a SUPERIOR. I was stumped.

"Smart kid", I told myself.

Then our Accounting professor made the seat plan and made us seatmates. I learned that we are the only people in our block with surnames that start with B. Your name even followed mine. We both had no accounting background in high school and didn't know what was our purpose in taking this program.

As we are going to be partners in Accounting for five months, I initiated the first move and talked to you. At least you replied. The next things turn to a blur because we then shared some interests and our mouths just flowed with words we knew about books. Rick Riordan was one thing we can agree on. Both of us read The Kane Chronicles, the Percy Jackson and the Olympians Series, and started with the Heroes of Olympus, and knew a bit about Riordan's new series on Norse Mythology and the plan to combine them all together soon. We also liked to read stories written by other fellow readers in the Internet. You preferred Fanfiction.net while I obviously went with Wattpad.

Because of the budding writer in me, I let you read a chapter of my Wattpad story and my longest poem ever. You said they were quite good but confided that you just skimmed through them.

"It's okay.", I thought. "He's a boy, and my writing isn't part of his favorite genre."

We got to choose our seats for the next 2 classes but we also had a seat plan in Filipino. We were arranged alphabetically, and now you were at my back since Bi follows Be. Remember how Sir would distribute the attendance cards, test papers, etc. by column and the front person needs to collect them back? You would even disarrange the papers on purpose so that I would arrange them again and be the last one to pass them.

"You cheeky boy. Always ready to piss me off just because I am a short fuse."

"Let's have a game class! Stand up when the statement shows a debit and sit down when it is a credit.", said our Accounting teacher. I asked my CPA father what do those two mean the night before. You, of course, had no idea. So you asked me for help. We got some answers right but the topic was new to me so we still had some lapses.

"Those who get it wrong would showcase their talent in front of the class!" Impromptu dancing wouldn't do us any good so we opted singing. I let you go first and I'd just continue if I knew the song. You started a little high on Simple Plan's "Perfect" and I got to sing the chorus without any difficulty. (Actually I had a hard time with you starting the song with a high key.) BOOM! My secret was revealed. I can sing. Okay.

Fast forward to the last class of the day, we needed to group ourselves into either a band, a photography club or an editor's haven for the Buwan ng Wika celebration. I wanted to be in the band since yeah, I can sing and I can play guitar. My group started with four girls but we needed one more and I knew we needed a guy to balance things. I forgot who offered to complete our circle but we agreed with you joining us. We grew comfortable of each other in the long run.

To be continued...