The Gift

Chapter 2

II. As we go back into our room, Jean holds my left hand tightly as like she will hold it forever. Then, her ex- boyfriend, looks at me so bad like he's going to kill me. But, as her ex get near to us, she holds my hand tighter. She never looks that bad but now, I think that she really is a badass.

As we go separate ways for us to sit in our seats, our hands slip away and her hair covers the half of her face, which is really awesome. And the way she smiles at me, I'll never forget it for my lifetime.

Our class stays boring, dull and full of nonsense words that I've already heard from the day I start schooling, from the day that my mom teaches me to. They always talk about how important family is. First, when I was a child, I believe in it but, at this time of my life, I barely see enough how does important family is to me. Because I grew up not relying on others ever since mom died and dad, well, I also consider him as dead not in physical but, he's brain dead. No control for what he's doing.

I think, that is what does love brings into each and every one of us. First, you will feel comfort and safe and free. But, as time goes on, that joy inside you slowly being gone.

For what I've learn in the past, I should not let myself to fall in-love too deep because, when you're in too deep, you're not being what you really are, you're being someone that the girl wants you to but you're not following who you really are.

I am mostly in the cloud-nine in the entire class sessions. I am looking at myself in the window beside me, imagining of what-would-be scenarios for the near future. But, all of it was interrupted when she, Jean called me in a whisper motion.

"Hey, asshole!" throwing a piece of paper into my chair.

"Ass- what? What are you talking about?"

"Read the paper, trouble-maker." Then-focused-again motion in the board by Jean.

Trouble maker? That was the question I want to ask her but, I just couldn't. Well, she's acting weird right now that it might be that we're not close, once again.

And, as she said, I left no choice but to read the paper she's been talking about.

Dear Jason,

Thank you so much for being nice to me even though you don't have to. As you hear to me the news about my EX boyfriend, I planned such of a hell set-up to make my boyfriend ashamed of himself for what he's doing all the times. And for your understanding, the reason that we broke up is because of this. I just don't have the time or I'm not in the mood for telling you about this lately. Alright, so this how it started: After four months of my relationship with Crew, that shit is not telling me something and I can feel it through my bones. And then, my best friend, Crix, tell me everything. Crew has a bitch coming from the other school and that school is the school right beside our campus. And the worst thing is, Crew's bitch got pregnant and, as his FORMER girlfriend, when I hear that, I directly slap the face of that shit and he keeps on following me until lately, when you first met me. And as you see, ('cause I caught you waving) he kissed me, on the lips. And exactly when you turn around, I slapped his face so hard that I wanted to tear off his pretty damn ugly motherfucking head. And, the voice you heard, that's not me, it is Crix. The redhead girl over the door lately. And for the plan I was talking about, I will tell it to you, loud and clear in the barnyard of the campus at exactly 4:15 pm.

Sincerely yours,

Jean

PS. Don't bring someone in the barnyard later. Have fun!

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I mostly look at the clock. And as it reaches four, it rings so loud in the whole campus as it declares that the whole classes are already dismissed. And, I hurriedly get my things get packed and prepare myself. And as I approach the door, three big guys blocked my way through the door. One of them is Crew, I assumed.