“HE DID—WHAT!?”
Save it for my friend, Lisa, who reacted too much for my liking. I bet half of our fellow students are looking at our direction, so I slightly held my chin high and baby I was right.
“He messaged me on facebook at exactly 12:31am.” I held out my phone for her to see the message that Gilbert sent for me.
Lisa took a step closer so she could see the message clearly. Surprised was evident in her eyes. “I couldn't believe that he did that! Randolf didn't even bother to reply on my messages even he was online. Am I that ugly?”
Oh no, she didn't asked that question again. It is more difficult than our expert mode quiz in math, so I tell her the same thing for over the years now.
“No, you're awesome.”
Yeah, I know. But what do you want me to say, that she's so adorable that even my Gilbert Williams would fall for her charms? Ha! In her dreams! I mean, her face is inhabited with millions of acne and blemishes! Did she even wash her face for once?
“Really? Well, thanks for the kudos.” Right, she looked like a tomato that's ready to harvest at the moment. She really takes compliments too seriously.
“Really, Lisa.” I said while looking directly in her eyes, “Let's go before the bell rings.” and by that, I grab the shoulder strap of her bag and march away with her to our only subject together.
“Zeus w-was... uhmm... the most powerful... while P-poseidon w-was....” the way he talks made my brain do terrible back flips. I know, I mean everyone knows that he's the best English student in our class, but he’s the timid type that he cannot speak eloquently.
Rather than listening to his oh-so-wonderful report, I slowly tilt my head to the right.... to the left..... to front.... and I do not mind looking at the back because I am a hundred percent sure that the wall behind me wouldn't dare to speak. I also do not mind about my seatmate, John, who's always been asleep and sometimes he snores and a drool would fall off his mouth.
After checking if someone is looking at my direction, which is pretty unnecessary because even the teacher himself doesn't even take a glance on me, I slowly open my phone and directly went to facebook. When I see nothing interesting, I then check my twitter account, which have an almost millions of followers. In person, I am the mediocre one, but when it comes to the internet, I am the oh-so-awesome one. And it surprised me why Gilbert doesn't know me.
I am also a youtuber. I post my covers there and something random like 'How to tie your shoe laces' and 'Tips on how to act confidently'. I am pretty happy that I have the talents though. It just seems that strangers love me more than the people I knew personally.
*BEEEP*
LadyKatherine123 sent you a message.
“When r u going to make another cover? XOXO”
She was my avid fan. Without her promoting my videos from the very start, I would have not experiencing this fame. So I quickly pressed the reply button and said that I am still searching for a perfect song to make a cover.
Ladykatherine123 and I chatted for a while when I received a friend request on facebook.
“Chad Henri Watson wants to be your friend.”
Chad and I have 221 friends in common, so I guess that he knew me by face. Before I click the 'confirm' button, I decided to view his profile. I clicked his profile picture first and realization dawned on me: I knew this guy, he's from my past. Chad was the only friend I had when we were in grade school.
Most of the female population were jealous of me by that time while the others just seem to not care because he's always been by my side and would protect me from my bullies. I am so stupid that I did not recognize his name and very goosy to not even bothering to made in touch with him from the past years of being apart.
He transferred into different school before our junior year starts because his father got promoted or something like that, that they had to move into different place far from me. After him moving away, I lost his number that he had given me and I guess that he lost mine too, or probably just ignore the hell out of me realizing I wasn't cool enough for his liking.
My thumb slowly made its way to the 'confirm' button. I have to at least be his friend again even on facebook. Maybe this is our way of getting in touch.
“Can you please introduce me to your friends?” Lisa asked hopefully while putting that puppy dog eyes on her face that doesn't suit her.
“You're my only friend here,” I said while chewing the pizza affectionately. “But I can introduce you to my friends, followers, and fans online though.”
“That would be great! Thanks, by the way.” I hope that my online friends would like her, too. “Should I change my profile picture? It's getting old you know.” I remember her only profile picture, the one she had braces on. I should agree but she doesn't have any good photos.
“No, your profile picture is fine.” I smiled at her. I realized that I am a very bad friend, telling lies and lies.
I was busy discussing the new cover that I am planning to make this weekend with my friends online when I feel something slimy under my old snickers. Ugh. To make it worse, it smells like a rotten chicken. Thanks a lot, Gilbert will surely notice me know when I enter the music class. He will surely smell the everlasting junk under my shoes.
“You should look where you're going to step at, Regina.”
And that made the once dead butterflies on my stomach to have a chance to live again.
TA! TA!
