Not So Polaroid Love

Chapter 3 - Knowing Klaud, The Introvert

NOTE:

This Chapter is Klaud's POV. Enjoy reading and life's luxury.

Check out where Kalud lives (Milano Residences). Then listen to our husband's song.

May the odds be ever in your favor!

xoxo

S&S

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*guitar strums*

“It's a teenage wasteland out there. Liv it up! Liv it up! Liv it! Party hard like no one would care. Liv your life! Liv your life! Liv it! Gaze at the stars and shoot for them too. Nobody can tell you what to do. When all fought out if you start to doubt. Baby don't!” I sang confidently though I know I’m out of tune.

 “Shuffle!” I said out loud to my voice command stereo.

 The wonders of technology.

*guitar strums*

“And I'd give up forever to touch you 'cause I know that you feel me somehow. You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be and I don't want to go home right now. And all I can taste is this moment. And all I can – “

 “Seth Olive Klaud Kanakaredes Samaniego! It’s time to go to school, honey. Hurry up now or you’ll be late…again,” my mom’s soothing voice startled me.

I checked my digital clock and turned it off.

My mom’s voice is very effective in reminding what to do in time.

 “Shuffle!” I commanded again.

*guitar strums*

“Where is your boy tonight? I hope he is a gentleman. Maybe he won't find out what I know: you were the last good thing about this part of town.”

After a few more songs, I heard the telephone ringing. I ignored it and continued with what I’m doing.

 Kring! Kring! Kring!

I slung my guitar to my back, reached for the phone and mumbled hello.

“You’re still home? You’re supposed to be on your way to school right now. Wait, is that your stereo playing in the background?” my mom said on the other line.

It’s amazing how she said that so fast without gasping for air.

“Ahh, no?”

“What did I tell you about losing track of time with your hobby? I never should have agreed with your father to let you live there in Manila all by yourself. You’re still too young and immature. You’re supposed to be here with us in Athens so I can look after you,” my mom went on and on.

“That’s the point Mom. I must learn to be independent. I’m 21 years old, I’m not your baby anymore,” I said gently, fearing that she might have a heart attack.

“I know. I’m only saying this because I care about you. Anyway, you better get going. Don’t forget to check your things before leaving or you might leave something important behind. Remember, I’m not there to drop it off your school. Remember to leave something for Sophie to eat. Don’t forget to bring your inhaler especially that you’re using your superbike to go to school. I told you not to buy that motorcycle of yours. Don’t you know most street accidents involve motorcycles?” my mom ranted.

“Mom, do you want me to be late?” I cut her off.

“Of course not.”

“I love you too, Mom. Aντίο!” I put the receiver down and went to my room to change .

Thank God, I showered earlier.

I went to the kitchen and prepared Sophie’s food. I rummaged through the black and white cupboards. I left the food on the black marble counter top and wrote a note for the housekeeper.

For Sophie. Thanks.

I raid the fridge for something to eat. I found a Chinese take-out leftover. I checked if it was still edible.

It is!

I wolfed down the food and left the empty box on the counter to find something to drink. I found my root beer, gulped it down as I closed the fridge and turned around. The sight of the red Chinese take-out box looked out of place from my black and white pad. I swiftly grabbed the box and can and tossed them to the trash can which is color white. I went to the bathroom and brushed my teeth.

I grabbed my backpack and helmet then hurried to the elevator. I checked the time before I went out.

It is two minutes to eight. I’m gonna be late for sure. Good thing I have my superbike.

As the elevator opened on the second floor parking lot, I checked my watch.

It’s five minutes passed eight. The elevator ride from the penthouse on the 51st floor to the second floor parking lot was fast unlike other days when I have to suffer more or less 15 minutes inside the elevator because of people coming in and out. A few more of that kind of ride would make me claustrophobic.

“That would be great. I’m going to be a claustrophobic introvert,” I muttered to myself sarcastically.

I searched for my red Ducati Panigale through the pack of luxurious cars in the parking lot. I found it beside my black H3T Hummer. I slipped on my leather jacket and checked the pocket for my special dice. I mounted my superbike, put on my helmet and sped away.

Good thing Milano Residences is just a few block away from school.

As I arrived, I searched a space to park. I got off my bike and as I take off my helmet, I could feel the intensity of stares in my direction.

Here we go again. Another day of dealing with unwanted attention.

As I walked through the corridor, I heard conversations about me. Some people did it vulgarly while some were too shy so they settled in whispering. Nonetheless, I ignored them and continued brisk walking.

“Chastine, Chynee, dib a yun yung nakita nating lalaki sa corridor kahapon?”

“Oo, Starly. Siya nga yun. I recognize his leather jacket.”

“Girls, feeling ko soulmate kami kasi palagi kaming nagkakasalubong.”

“Chynee, last na yan ah,” the two girls said in chorus.

I smiled at their conversation.

“Aiko, Maxine! Nakita mo n iyo yun?”

“Ang alin? Nag-iimagine ka na naman Mangi.”

“Nagsmile kaya siya sakin. Mas lalo siyang gumagwapo kapag nakasmile.”

“Ayun na nga, Maxine.”

“Ano nga ba pinag-uusapan natin, Aiko?”

“Sige, wag niyo akong pansinin. Okay lang. Basta alam ko nagsmile siya sakin.”

“’Te, may langaw oh,” the Maxine girl said.

I went up the stairs hurriedly, taking two steps at a time. I reached the fourth floor in a record breaking speed. I ran for the door of the classroom in the middle of the hallway. As I reached the door, I grabbed the doorknob barely noticing the girl who is obviously reaching for the same thing too.

When our hands touched, I felt something unusual but I ignored it, thinking everything usual is unusual for an introvert.

She jerked her hand away causing me to look at her. My eyes was instantly drawn to her blood red lips.

Distractive. Too much make up.

I looked away and opened the door the immediately went inside. She didn’t follow me so I looked back at her and asked.

“Are you coming in or what?”

Not waiting for her reply, I searched for a vacant seat and found the perfect one.

The seat was at the back right corner of the room. I settled in and put on my earphones up loud, obviously not caring.

I’m the enigmatic introvert, apathy is my game.