Diary of a Broken Heart

From Acquainted to Friends

I was running past the gym when I started reminiscing again. Sometimes, I wonder if what I did is for the better. If this is an act of selflessness or I'm just doing this for myself. Honestly, I don't know. I have no idea. How would I? When I'm confused myself. For I can't even understand a feeling which is suppose to be coming from me. 
It's like everything around me is about him. And when I passed the gym, I saw the bench we sat on the first time we actually talked like friends.
It was the best day of my life.
And it was my most hated of all.

...

"Hey! You're on my team! Right?" Some guy greeted me when I came in. He was smiling widely and well, weirdly when HE came up to me.

"I'm sorry dude but she's taken." I hit him with my bag. I don't know. It felt automatic, somehow. Pushing him. Punching him. Slapping him. Hitting him. Strangling him. It felt so natural so that's why I did it.

"Dang it woman! What was that for?" He looks confused. 

"You surprised me." And I smiled. 

"Oh for pete's sake! That's it?" 

"Yes." And I gave him a sly smile. 

"I knew it." And he dragged me to the bench. And I mean, DRAGGED ME. I was literally stumbling and tripping on our way there. And I can see his smirk. Oh, how I wish I could just slap him with something as hard as steel right now.
Oh wait...

"What the!?" He touched his head. Oh dear.

"You were dragging me. And you were doing it on purpose!" I accused him. But it's nothing compared to what I just did to him.

"You're killing me woman. And you're doing it on purpose! How about that!?" And I saw the crease on his forehead. He's really mad. Why wouldn't he be? I grabbed a bat and hit him with it. I know. That's brutal. But it's not like it's not normal for me.
Oh! I haven't told you yet, have I? Aside from being as sweet as I can be, I'm very much of a warfreak. Well, not really a warfreak but I hit people alot. Especially those who are close to my heart. And what can I say? He's gotten quite close.

"I'm sorry. Alright. It's just natural for me." 

"Yeah. I figured." While pointing at his head. Normally, I would just smile. Try to make him feel better. But in this case. "That's the third one woman!" And he creased his forehead even more which made me laugh so hard, it filled the whole gym.

"You two!" Our professor pointed at us. What the heck does he want!?

"SIR!" We stood up. 

"You are not allowed to play." Say what!?

"BUT WHY!?" I asked him. 

"The last game was enough. I don't want to head to the Chairman's office next time you guys get bruised up again just because you two can't be stopped." He told us. Ugh. The typical you-are-my-responsibility talk. So much for playing Volleyball then.

"Well. Can I go then?" I asked him. And he smiled.

"I don't plan to get fired just because I passed a student who never attends her class." That was easy. So I smiled.

"Touche" And I nodded. That's when he left. And I can feel HIS eyes on me again. Dang! How about I just make a run for it? I made a step towards the exit when he held my arm.

"Where do you think you're going?" I bit my lip and turned to him. I smiled. 

"Well..." Avoiding his gaze.

"Stay." And I looked at him. "It's not like you can leave anyway." And he wiggled his eyebrows. I guess he's not mad at all. Sheesh. He made me worry for nothing. I'm gonna get back to him. You'll see. 

Then I sat.

He turned to me.

"You know..." He was intently looking at me.

"What!?" I raised my eyebrow.

"You don't really hit that hard. I barely felt anything." And he grinned.

"Oh, you're on!" And I started hitting him. Kicking him. Punching him. Slapping him. Stomping at him. Stranggling him. Choking him. And well, you can say. Almost killing him. He tried his best to hold both my hands and when he did...

"Okay. Okay. You proved your point. Can we stop now?" I raised my brow again.

"Stop? I'm just getting started." And I wiggled my eyebrows. Then the impossible happened.

.

.

.

He tapped my forehead. No. Tell me he did not. I was itching for a cold hard slap. And that's what he'd just give me. What is this person!? Is he even human? I mean, seriously! Just a tap!? Not even a hard tap. Just a slight touch on my forehead. What the!? What kind of a person is he? Is there even such one?

Then he smiled at me. THAT SAME SMILE. Oh dear. Here we go again. I should really get used to this smile. I mean. I know we've been hanging a lot for a week now. Since our last encounter and I really enjoy it. Don't get me wrong. But that smile of his. Why do I never get tired of that smile? It's just... I don't know. Addicting? I just don't get tired of it. Okay? That's it.

And so I grunted.

"What did I do now?" He asked.

"You disappoint me." And I eyed him. 

"Why?" And I can see the amusement in his eyes. Even up to here? He's still amused. Boy, does he piss me alot.

"A tap? Just a tap?" My voice gave away my disbelief. And I sighed.

"What do you want me to do? Kill you?" And I can see that smirk again. Oh, he's enjoying this. I can definitely see that.

"Well.. That's better than just a tap." And he ruffled my hair. The freak!? What is his problem!? My eyebrows met in between and my forehead creased even more. He's pissing me off.

And then he started laughing. I eyed him in disbelief and hissed. Is he seriously laughing at me? AGAIN!?

"Hey. I'm not laughing at you. Alright? Just in case you're thinking that I am." He put his hands up.

"What if I am?" And my face stiffened. I saw his Adam's apple went up and down.

"Look. I know how you can be when people laugh at you so I'm telling you now, before you come up to any conclusions, I am not laughing at you." And he sighed. How'd he know?

"How did you...?" I trailed off. I don't intend to open up to this man next to me right at this very moment. No way. Hell to the NO.

"Volleyball." And he was looking at our classmates playing volleyball. Right then and there, I understood. He knew it. He knew it the first time we officially met. He always knew. For a week now, he knew. 
And he didn't even ask.
Then it hit me.
That day, I met my very first...


REAL FRIEND. 

...

 
Sigh.
Why did he even have to be?

NOTE: 
I'm so sorry if this is such a short update. Nonetheless, I do hope that you like it.  I just wanted to show the transition of the two characters from acquaintance to friendship. And how the personality of each is characterized and portrayed and carefully distinguished. Do let me know what you think about this chapter guys. Thank you. And let's hope I'll keep writing for this. HAHAHA. My doubts never left me. LOL. VOTE. FAN. COMMENT. ADD TO READING LIST. Thank you.