Dorm 308

{ T W E N T Y T W O }

As a straight A student since High School, I'm always buzzing on my nerves whenever its report card day. My father will always tell me that he isn't aiming for me to be a straight A student all the time as long as I pass them all. For me, I've always been used to being an achiever. Most of the times, my old classmates would call me a nerd because I'm always on the top and I have like two or three friends throughout my High School years. Now, I could say I'm getting better at making friends. But still, I'm the High School girl one who always wants to be an achiever.

The moment I entered the main building, I saw Marlene standing on the side waiting for me to look at the list. There is a line of people looking at their names or looking at the people's name who got in the list. Marlene and I promised to look together because our feeling is mutual.

"My hands are sweaty since this morning." Marlene whined, her nerves getting the best of her like me.

"I didn't even know how I functioned this morning." I added.

Marlene and I held our hands together as we walked towards the huge bulletin board that posts all the list from different academic buildings from different years. Because of this, people are all rushing to look at it. Some are either crying or sobbing while walking away from the board. Tears of happiness or sadness, that's what I do not know. While some are walking away with wide grins and squeals emitting from their mouths.

I talked to my father through the phone last night and I informed him how today is the releasing of grades and honor lists. Once again, he told me that if I'm not on the list he would still be proud of me because he knows how hard it is to be on the top while competing with the bests. A passing grade will be enough for him. With those lifting words from him last night, only one third of the weight on my shoulders were lifted. Only when I see my grades, I would finally be relaxed, as long as I have good grades.

"Excuse me," Marlene excused us so we can come close to the crowded bulletin board that holds a poster with names of different students. I scanned the board to look for my academic building. As I trailed my eyes to the board I saw Harry's academic building and my curiosity took over me. I scanned the poster for the second year Management course where Harry is. My eyes stopped and it seems to be frozen when I saw Harry's name on top of the list.

Styles, Harry Edward.

I looked at the left side where the GWA was placed and the number made my eyes bulge out of its sockets.

1.05

His score is near perfect. What the hell? I barely see him study but when I do see him, he's totally engrossed on the book along with the eyeglasses that he wears whenever he is studying. I do see sticky notes on top of his desk every morning when I go to the bathroom full of key words and formulas. I can say that Harry isn't paying for his grades because I can see him studying but then again, never this big. He's a smarta.ss and runs the whole newsletter team.

At the thought of Harry, I remember all the things that happened yesterday night. Me, questioning if Harry and I are really friends when he confirmed it back at the treehouse but this actions contrast it. I can't believe the non existent friendship, at first, turned into friends into complicated and frustrating friends.

I didn't ask Harry yesterday, though that was my original plan, I didn't want to ruin his mood. We've been in good terms and he's been impeccably sweet. Maybe that's how Harry treats his lady friends but the way he is to Jen and Elise, again, contrast it.

Confusion. That's what I had last night that's why I had a hard time sleeping. Anxiety for today and confusion from Harry is not a good combination. Maybe I should take Marlene word's back then when I'm wondering if Harry and I are friends, maybe I should wait for Harry if he makes a move that says 'I want to be more than friends' because he made the 'I want to be friends' move like almost a month ago or a few weeks back.