Her and Her Unofficial Love Affairs

CHAPTER 7

It was my quest to face him every day. It was not easy to act normally whenever he was around. Day after day, my feelings for him got stronger until from out of the blue, I felt the total reverse.

"Hey, have you done our assignment in Algebra?" he asked, catching up with me to our classroom after the flag ceremony.

"No. I still have to ask my tutor to answer it this lunch time," I answered sourly.

"How about our Biology quiz? Have you reviewed for it?" he asked again.

"Yeah. You know I'm always good in memorizing," I again replied flatly.

"Can you not cover your paper for me? Please," he said jokingly with a grin.

"Oh, shut up. You know how mad Mrs. Gonzaga can get if we get caught," I snapped.

"Come on. It was just a joke. I also studied," he said touching my elbow.

"Well, it's not funny," I said dryly, moving my arm away from his touch.

"Hey, are you OK?" he asked with a concerned look.

I didn't answer anymore and I just gave him a piercing look, turned away, and left him behind.

I suddenly disliked him! As in super dooper mega over dislike that turned into hatred! He didn't do anything to me for me to hate him but that was what I felt towards him. Gah, just the smell of his perfume made my blood boiled that even at home I still cringed 'coz he got the same perfume as my dad's.

I really couldn't understand myself why I suddenly hated him so. He was still friendly to me but I unfriended him. He still talked to me but I talked back in the form of a roar like a tiger. He borrowed my Algebra notebook and I didn't hand it to him properly but threw it at him instead. It flew to his stomach and dropped to the floor but he still stooped down to get it. He didn't give any word and just humbly scanned my notebook and copied from it. Then I turned away feeling guilty.

I always felt guilty every time I blew at him with my cruel gestures. I really didn't know that from out of nowhere, I felt the urge of belittling him and turned so heartless for him. He was as meek as a dove and never did he fought back. He never did question me why I suddenly became rude to him.

"What was that all about?" my friend whispered to me after I threw my notebook at my "supposedly" dear crush.

"What?" I asked, pretending not to get what she was implying to.

"Your behavior towards him," she answered looking at the boy behind my back busying himself with my notes.

"What behavior?" I over pretended.

"I've been noticing since last week," she replied.

"What have you noticed?"

"That you're so rude at him."

"Am I?"

"Yeah. Haven't you notice yourself?"

"Maybe," I said hesitantly. "I don't know," I added.

"But, maybe," I wondered to myself.

MaybeI was having the "the more you hate, the more you love" kind of thing. Maybe I wanted him to notice my feelings forhim. Or maybe, I denied myself fromloving him too intensely so I won't get hurt. How could a fourteen-year old evaluate such emotions? All I knew was I really really hated him thatI suffered for the rest of the school year having him at my back!hV�7�$b