Amnesiac

Forty Second

The only person that is saving me from dying right now is Liz.

At this very moment, I have come to realize that the theory of most teachers is correct. When a student is good in English or Literature, that student sucks in Mathematics. Sometimes, it also works the other way around.

My major is Literature, yet here I am, in the middle of a Trigonometry class, clueless of what the hell the professor is talking about in front. Liz, however, is a saviour for she is the only one that helps me with the work that the professor gave us after the lecture. I swore that nothing from what he said came in my head. My brain refuses to process every single thing he has mentioned in front.

I swear that if I spend another hour trying to analyze the problem written on the white board, my nose would surely bleed. Normally, that happens to people who cannot understand English. In my case, it will happen because of the Satan creation that is written across the board.

"You just have to type that formula on your calculator. Andromeda," Liz giggles when she saw the hardship I am into.

"The fucking creation that is supposed to help me isn't helping me at all." I groaned.

I don't know if Liz is just making fun of me or if she's having fun watching me die my brains out because of Math. Or maybe she is just doing this as a come back for always being MIA, since I spend almost all of my time in Karlos' house.

She laughs and finally found the decency to help me with the problem that the prof gave us. At this very moment, I am cursing whoever discovered numbers and decided to turn it into a subject that is meant to torture children's brains.

The saviour arises, and by saviour, I am definitely talking about the bell. The sound was perfect and at the moment, it sounded like music in my ears. The first thing I would like to do right now is to escape the classroom and curse the subject without having the professor hearing my cusses.

A good thing though, Thursday is the best because in Thursdays, my last subject is Literature. And call me cheesy and all, I love Literature because I get to spend the hour of classes with my boyfriend bantering about authors and books.

And speak of the devil and he will appear, the curly head popped out of nowhere and was walking his way to me. Something pink caught my eye and I smiled.

"Can I fancy you with a flower?" he grins as he chucks the flower to my direction.

"Why, yes," I smiled and took the flower from him, taking it by my nose and smelling the sweet scent of it. "So, monsieur, would you like to walk me to class?" I asked, linking my arm to his.

He smiles to me. "I'd be honoured, mademoiselle." He pats my arm with his other hand before we started walking through the halls to the room of our destination. "Oh, and I've learned something from Anatomy earlier."

I cocked my head to one side. "Enlighten me with your knowledge, then."

I caught sight of his wider grin from my peripherals. "I found another way to say I love you." he quips then clears his throat. "Andromeda, I love you with all my circulatory system and my nervous system."

"Translate it for me?" I giggled, moved by the way he is acting. It's been a little while since we had some quality time alone. I didn't realize how much I missed having silly times with Karlos.

"I love you with all my heart and mind. Well, it includes my spine too." he chuckles, I join him in his laughter.

"Well, I love you with all my circulatory system and nervous system, too." I replied before we turned to the corner and duck into a classroom. But, it wasn't our classroom. This is a custodian's closet. "What are we doing here?"