More Than Yesterday

Prologue

Shoutout to @middlemistreign for the pleasing and congenial cover. Thank you so much. I sincerely love it!

~tɦɛ քօʀtʀaɨt~

Before our Professor finish his sentence, the bell suddenly rang that means...

“Okay. I guess this is the end of our Math class. Don't forget that we will have a special occasion tomorrow. The theme is Masquerade. So don't be late because tomorrow's gonna be your best day ever. I'll make sure of that. Class dismissed” Ha-ha. Like that was the funniest joke I've ever heard in my entire life. I'm just only waiting for the last phrase. How I wish I can tell those words. Argh! Can't get fun tomorrow. Need to study very hard. Again.

I don't want any occasions in my life, they were making my life miserable. Special occasion means a very. . . very long test. I think long isn't perfect word to describe the scope of the test I've been through to Sir Naval's class. One hour was such a very short time to fill the remaining blanks of the test.

Why am I so failure at solving? Why am I so frustrated at Math! Why numbers and I are not in good terms?! Why!

Life is really unfair.

I'm having curses in my mind and busy with my thoughts when suddenly a husky voice called me in my complete name.

“Ms. Ergyl Fiona M. Zara” I turned my back with so much boredom.

“What do you want, huh?” I know that voice. It always making me shiver. Almost. When I remembered that He isn't He.

“Wanna lunch with me, babe?” Iñigo said in a seductive voice like it has an effect to me. Duh. Fake himself.

I just scowled in response. I'm not mad at him nor showing disapproval or disgust at him. In fact, I'm really thankful to have him in my life despite of his not-a-cool-one moves. Iñigo and I palled around for years and we promised to remain bosom friends for the rest of our lives. And until now that we're in Grade 10, we're still the best of friends forever.

Iñigo was a gay and he was proud of that. I'm also proud of him. He was so brave that he confessed his true identity to his family. He was the only man in their family aside to his father so it was really hurt for them to accept the truth especially to his mother who expected a lot to him. But then again, they said that no matter what happen, they were still there for him to support and protect him forever and always.

I was Grade 7 back then when things around me changed. New environment, new school, new circle of friends and a lot of new things.

I'm so scared to be his friend when he asked me on the first day of school. He was so drop-dead gorgeous. Those thick eyebrows, his long eyelashes, his tantalizing eyes, his pointed nose and his damn kissable lips.

I truly adored him on the first day of school. Like in the cliché movies wherein there was love at first sight. That's it! That's really is it! That's the crazy little thing called love.