Dear Mr. Second

Chapter 7- Uncomfortable

I had answers, i have to do my plans. I have to Do my next actions.

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After the dramatic scene earlier, he bid goodbye and we both went back to our own homes. I usually just walk to the apartment.

As i went back up, i picked up my phone. It had so many missed calls from Kissha. I texted her immidiately to know what's the problem.

"KISSHA? WHAT'S WRONG?" then i pressed the send button. After 5 minutes of still having no replies, i took a shower first.

After i took my shower, i got a text message from Kissha. "Nothing, just wondering about why you want Drake's number"
Oh, so it's about that. I still insist not to tell her the reason why because i want to keep it a secret.
"Ahhh about that.. well, just incase something happens, i can contact him. You know, emergency purposes." then i pressed the send button.

If only i can tell you this Kissha, i don't wanna lie to you but this is the way i can do it better. This is, well the right thing to do.

And after my reply, she didn't texted back. I don't want to think about her, if she's mad or fine or jealous because it'll just mess up with my head the next day.

After i kept my phone in, i just layed on my bed thinking about what happened earlier. I still get sad when i remember Drake's life story.

That may be the reason as to why he can't stick to a girl. He's been traumatized? i dunno. all i know that he's still the playboy jerk that i knew. And that's never gonna change.

Thinking about Drake... makes me feel uneasy. Specially when i think about his relationship with Kissha. It just give me goosebumps. Like something's messing up with my head and ny chest. I just feel uncomfortable. It just all started the day i knew that they're on a relationship.

As i was thinking, my eyes got heavier so i chose to close it. I feel so stressed and i don't know what to do, so i think sleeping will solve this problem.

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I woke up because of my alarm. I took a shower and wore my uniform. Another day to finish.

I made myself some crispy bacon with corned beef. And also fried rice with a cup of watermelon juice.

I ate my breakfast quickly because it's already 6:26 AM and clasess starts at 7:30 AM. I don't like it when i'm late, 'coz you know, you're going to be stared at. In class. And i hate it.

I made my way out of the building and as i was walking, i noticed that there wasn't any students. But i didn't care and continued to walk.

As i entered the university gate, i saw Drake sitting infront of the library. In short, on the library staircase. He looked at me surprisingly and he was about to laugh.

Oh my gosh, what's wrong? do i look nasty? have i worn the wrong uniform? is there a dirt somewhere?!

I hurriedly checked my self, and realized that nothing was basically wrong. I was wearing my uniform, the right way. No dirt, no stains. But why is this jerk laughing now? UGH he's getting on my nerves. Again.

I tried to look back because someone might be pranking me from behind, but as i turned around, Drake continued to laugh. And he laughed harder this time.

What the heck is wrong with this guy?! what's wrong with me?! i feel so uncomfy. Ughhhhh.

I walked closer to him. "What are you laughing at Drake?" i said in a calm and puzzeled tone. I really don't get him. "Hey Camille." And he continued to laugh.

What?! I now gave him my serious face and he stopped laughing. "Seriously Drake, what's the matter?" i asked seriously.

"Uh - Camille, what are you doing here?" he asked with a smile on his face and still trying hard not to laugh. Wait, what am i doing here? ofcoures to study! this jerk!

"Excuse me, to study? duh." i said as i rolled my eyes. He continued to laugh hardly. And when he was about to speak, someone with a famillar voice was heard.

"Drake!" then i looked back seeing Kissha running to us. Oh no! she might get the wrong idea about this. Please don't Kissh, please don't!

She gave us a genuine smile as she was already near us. I'm still not saying a word and i just stared at her surprisingly. Kissha looked at me the same way Drake did. What's wrong with people today?

"What is it Kissha?" i asked while she was still staring at me from top-to-toe. "Why are you wearing your uniform?" she asks.

What?! then after a few seconds of awkward stares to each other, her words and Drake's reaction hit me. Oh, My, Goodness.

It's Sunday today.

END OF CHAPTER 7