At first look, Eliza Pariseau is a normal girl. Like all seventeen-year-old kids of her country, she goes to a boarding-school-like Prep School to start getting ready for University. But there's something that differs her from the other students: s...
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Wednesday, 26th March - English Class
I believe the Portia matter has been solved.
Not as I was expecting, but it had at least been solved.
I hope.
I'll start from the beginning. That means, last night.
During dinner, she sat with Valentina and the other girls that share the dorm with her. I practically celebrated, I almost walked from the cafeteria door to my spot at the table dancing when I noticed she wasn't close to us. But not so much.
To tell the truth, I had barely thought much about her yesterday. I was more worried in collecting evidence that Matthew is an idiot and avoiding Kira's looks towards me. Not that I needed to think much. I had already gotten to the only possible solution. I was sure I had to push her away, I was just putting it off.
Well, the moment came.
When dinner was over, Portia followed Valentina as she ran towards Matthew and one friend of his, something we'd see every day. I had already extensively explained how much of an idiot he is, but I knew she wouldn't care. While even April seemed to have lost some of her admiration towards him, Portia wasn't the type to feel my pain anymore. Even if I had reasons to have them.
But, until there, everything was okay. She didn't have to hate him or push him away. She's good friends with Valentina, even though she never wanted to admit it. I don't understand why, she's a complete air head and useless. I can say whatever I want about Portia, but I always thought she valued certain substance in someone. And Valentina has none.
That's her problem. Befriend the most irrelevant people in the world, Portia, go ahead. What bothered me was that, when the girls and I were getting close to them, Matthew noticed me. We were still too far for me to be able to hear him, but I know he said something about us. Or better, about me.
Valentina exaggeratedly laughed. His friend shook his head. While Portia only looked at us and ignored us. I believe the right word would be snubbed. And whatever she must've said afterwards only made her friend laugh more.
Before turning their backs to us completely, Matthew still looked over his shoulder one last time in my direction.
I don't know if he hates me as much as I hate him, as he seems to have an absurd habit of looking at me and smirk. The hatred comes from the smile. But this need to know where I am when he enters the room is odd.
Their snob section was noticed by us, but the girls found it way funnier than anything else. Only Chloe came to tell me that it had been completely unnecessary and asked me if something had happened.
Of course not. The last time I had seen Portia was by her side. What she doesn't know is that this has been happening for at least less than a year. There are moments when Portia comes directly at me. And others in which I seem to be simply invisible. Lately, I haven't been caring as much. On the contrary, it's been a couple months in which I celebrate each time she forgets that I exist.
