There's always this point that you will not care if you're tiring yourself too much just to somehow forget all the things that is hurting that bad. Like engaging yourself to a lot of activities, making yourself busy as hell as a bee, looking for a new hobby, etc. I am obviously at that point now. Aside from attending voice lessons I also enrolled myself to dance classes while attending school. It's like I don't want any free time for myself. Okay, I might sound suicidal but I don't care.
It was an ordinary school day and I don't actually expect on anything extraordinary to happen next. We'll be having this activity tonight which my voice coach calls "sing your heart out session". The main purpose of this activity is to remove all our hatred to songs which once became our respected "theme songs". "Became" so it is literally from a relationship which never worked out.
"Let me lay down beside you, there's something you should know. I pray that you decide to open your heart and let me show.." I am slightly mouthing the words of my tonight's piece when I heard some heavy footsteps approaching me.
"Hey! Wait up!" a familiar voice calls me out.
Assuming me he is calling for, I look back. If I'm not mistaken it's the guy whom I had an encounter with two weeks ago while he's looking for his friends.
"Uhm... what's wrong?" I snapped when I realized I was being judgmental thinking something is wrong. The look on his face is quite confusing though.
"Err... nothing actually. I saw you walking alone at this hour and I was thinking this isn't a great time to walk alone in this kind of place. Especially that..." I cut him off before he ends the thought.
"I'm a girl? You know, I've been doing this for a few weeks now and I am totally aware of what can happen. In case there's any, I also know how to protect myself." I regret saying this but it's too late to take my words back.
What is wrong with me? This guy just showed some concern and this is what he gets from me? Just because I'm fucked up right now cos of one stupid college boy who broke me to pieces doesn't mean I need to be a man hater. I composed myself as I look at his bewildered face and tried to speak before him.
"Yeah, you sure seem fucked up. If this is killing you, let me just follow as you go. I don't want to be responsible to one reckless girl's death." his tone is very strong that I can't say anything in rebuttal.
"Great. Enjoy being my shadow." I turn my back and walk away. It was not much of walking but there's a lot of crossing to do. Getting back my concentration on the song currently playing on my iPod, I am now crossing a street.
"BEEEEEEEEEEEP!" much to my surprise, somebody pulled me back grabbing my waist. It took me 10 seconds to understand that a car almost hit me. Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale. Then I looked back to see that same boy who called me reckless a while ago. I was quite entertained with the nervous look he's showing right now.
"Thanks. You're right. I'm reckless." I uttered.
"I knew it like a fact." he said as he shrugged off. "Where are you actually heading to? I can walk you there if you want to."
It was so nice of him to offer. Seems lime the almost-accident shook off all my grumpiness as I answered him, "I'm going to the studio. It's a few blocks away from here. And yes, your company is welcome." This is the least that I can do for someone who just saved my life.
Ignoring me, he continued to walk. It feels awkward to walk beside a soul without talking so I tried to start a conversation.
"So, how's school?" lame topic I know but I can't think of anything to say. I barely know the guy.
"So far so good. Just took the military training exam." he replied without looking at me.
"Oh, so you're into that military thingy as well? Glad to know. I was just waiting for our ranks to be announced." Good for me that he opened up a topic.
"You're an officer?" he asks me with an amazed look.
"Yea. It's like a family tradition. My sister happen to be a Batallion Commander few years ago. She wants me to continue the legacy."
We continued talking about it until we reached the building where the studio is located. I was about to say my goodbyes but then, it rained.
I ran to the building's entrance and yelled at him. "Hey! Come quick!" He immediately approached me.
"Thanks for walking me here. Sorry if this happened. Do you have any umbrella with you?" I asked.
"No. It's just water. Not enough to kill me." he said as if he's waterproof.
"But... it's getting harder. Maybe you would like to stay here for a while til the rain stops." trying my luck to somehow give him a favor.
He looks hesitant but he finally agreed. As we walk towards the stairs, I realized I haven't asked for his name. What the? Of all things that needs to be asked first? Why "how's school so far?" was the first to pop in my head? Stupid.
Okay. This is more awkward than I thought. I don't know how to ask him! After all that military stuff we talked about, how come any of us dared to ask each other's name?
I gathered all my courage and shyly asked him, "I'm sorry but... what's your name again?"
I heard a soft chuckle coming from him. "Mia right? I'm Chad. Sorry if I didn't introduced myself enough. I thought you're not interested with my name."
"Of course I am!" I snapped at him. "And how'd you knew my name?" I asked wondering.
"You're quite popular in our campus, just in case you don't know. And you're also good with making scenes."
I froze as he tell me that. Scenes? What does that mean? We're now at the studio and I need to prepare so I decided to brush it off and deal with it later.
He managed to sit at one corner where empty seats are designated for student's companions. They can see the mini stage where participants performs and it's kind of uncomfortable that Chad's about to see me get scolded by my voice coach. Then I just injected something in my mind, "Shut up Mia. You're not the Director of Glee Club for nothing."
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Sorry if this seems like a long chapter. I'm seriously struggling to remember what we really did that time. Oh yea, haven't I mentioned? This is a true to life story. ♥
