Friends Or Enemies? Love Maybe...

CHAPTER 24

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We're talking about rationalism here.

            After that quite awkward and full of sarcasm conversation, I walk to my locker and unlock it. Hmm, there’s only some cards and no roses in my locker today. I’ve always gotten these kind of cards and notes since last year. But I don’t call the ones who sent it secret admirer cause all of them wrote their names on the cards, notes and flowers. I was rather panicked when I’ve gotten my first card, but now it’s kind of my routine. My mom checks our letters in the mailbox everyday and I check my locker for sweet notes every day. Even though I don’t want to have a romantic relationship with any of them, I’ve never let them down, most of them are my friends now. Sometimes when we’re hanging out together, we’ll reminisce the time when they sent me those letters and they just say that was the time when they were a little immature and to be more clearly, stupid. I just take some books and notes for my chemistry class after this.

            Then, I close my locker and before I forget, lock it. Mike smiles at me and shakes his head. “Why are you looking at me like that? Is there something wrong I’ve done? I think you’re supposed to do that look at your own self. You shouldn't have said that to Tucker. He's a nice student. And, don't you have any locker?” Mike giggles and says, “No, it’s just the way Tuck’s girlfriend and you stare at each other. You hate her, she hates you. But you’ve never shown that feeling to her, right? Who’s the one that both of you are trying to impress? I mean, you can just tear off her shirtsleeves or pull off her hair band just now. Instead, both of you just give some eyes language. Furthermore, I've asked an innocent girl in my class- who also fancies me- to carry all my things to the class. Don't get me wrong here, she offers a hand, I just say yes.” I say, “You'll always have that one girl around, right? The who’ll open the door and do stuffs only for you. In addition, if I want to fight Tucker's girlfriend, in a violent way, I should’ve done it long ago. And if that happens since the first day I met her, I think both of us won’t have any clothes left in our wardrobe. This is why girls are always great in life. They think about what you call, a simple little thing, could do to them in another 10 or 20 years time. But guys, they just go on, without thinking of the consequences they must deal with after that. And by the way, her name is Ivy.”

            Then Mike just sighs and frowns, “Done with your speech?”. I roll my eyes to him and before I could say anything, the bell rings. “I must get to my class now Mike. And before I get going, what does Tucker meant when he said you’re well-known and famous here?” Mike looks at his watch and then he look at my face, “He’s not trying to say anything, that’s what I am, always famous. He’s just a little jealous of me.” “Really Mike? Why should he be jealous?” “Tina, you have a class to attend, right? You’d better get going now." I start walking to the chemistry lab and stop. I turn back and look at Mike. "Mike, do you have any problem getting to your class? Need some help, huh?" Mike's eyes wander trying not to look so blur. "Kind of..."

            I know that Mike felt embarrassed when I guide him until we reach his class corridor. Some of his new friends,-I'm really curious how they've already known him, cause he didn't even attend his class yesterday since he registered in the evening- they laughed at him, I mean a very obvious laugh. "So Mike, do you want me to come back on recess? Just to make sure you find the canteen." I burst out in laughter, so as Mike's friend-I purposely said that loudly, cruel huh?-"You don't have to. I have something to do on recess time. So you might not going to see me anymore today. It's sad, right?" "Really?!Owh, okay. I'm alright." Yay! At last a day of my life without Mike. Actually, I just met him yesterday but I felt like he's there with me for almost 10 years. Just imagine, I hear his voice every 3 hours, excluding my sleeping hours. So this is my chance to be.... alone? Hmmm. Getting rid of him makes me a loner. Being with him makes me tired, exhausted, all the words I hate to feel. Never mind, I'll just live my life on without caring he's with me or not. He's just another acquaintance of mine. Nothing more, and nothing less.

            Now, time to move on. Chemistry lab, I'm coming...