Here For You

Chapter 3

Chapter 3 

Nathan's POV

I unbuttoned my shirt and threw myself to my bed as soon as I reached home. I slid my arms under my head and held the essay above me with my other hand. I continued reading the essay.

I believe in our youth. I didn't want it to come to waste. I want us to live fruitfully and happily. We have big dreams! A good life is waiting ahead of us! But what are they doing? Drugging their selves in love.  

I don't blame them, though. I've been in love in my younger years also. But what makes it different is that I learned from my mistake! I realized that it's not good for me to get into a relationship that young. I should be having fun in the sun (which I did) with them (but they preferred to have boyfriends). 

I stayed away from the love they have in the real world. It's a trick for me. Instead, I stuck myself in romance novels and movies which gave me hope but made it harder for me to find love. So I hated it. I don't know if it's coming for me. 

Well, I do believe in love. I just don't believe it for myself. I don't think the person I want to be with would ever exist.

My heart skipped a beat. I didn't know why. There is something with the way the essay was wrapped up. I searched the paper and I saw who wrote it.

Kristina Lopez, the author of the essay. I don't understand why she thinks that way. I am still shocked of she said in her essay. The last words hit me so much. I am speechless. I wanted to know where all her bitterness is coming from. I wanted to save her from that pain or misery or whatever you may call it.

I am here for you, Kristina. Whoever you are.

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I woke up to the sound of my phone ringing. It's Stella again.  

"What is this important thing you have to tell me before I even wake up?" There is sarcasm in my voice.  

"I'm sorry to have interrupted your sleep, sir, but it's 7:15am and we're all waiting for you here at Wilson Foundation's Kindergarten. I'm afraid you have forgotten about the kids' presentation." 

Oh shit. "I'll be on my way."

The kids from the foundation aren't just kids. They're children with not-so-good backgrounds. Wilson's has provided scholarships for those who have broken families. I loved each one in the foundation. I don't know them personally but I have this thing for them. I always make sure to help them out whenever I can.

I arrived at the kindergarten just in time. I was last to show up but at least the program hasn't started yet. I sat on the front row seats of the auditorium to watch the kids showcase their talents.

I had a great time watching them. There's this Emmanuelle who sang with wrong lyrics, a Greg who read an almost rhyming poem, a Sophia who danced ballet for thirty seconds and...

"Ladies and gentlemen, to sing us a lullaby, here is Mary Lopez!" I jerked as I heard the emcee announce her name. Lopez. 

Kristina's POV

Today is Mary's performance at the kindergarten. Mom and I saved this date for her. She prepared so much for this so we wouldn't want to miss it.  

"Are you ready?" I asked her as we lead her to the backstage. 

"Don't be nervous, okay? Kristina and I will be right there," Mom pointed to the seats, "we'll be watching you. Do your best, honey." Mom gave her a kiss. 

"Thanks mom, thanks K." She turned around and left us.

Mary's classmates performed really well. When it was her turn to perform, I felt a lot of emotions mixing through me. I was nervous and excited for her. I wanted to leap for joy. And then she finally sang.

Que sera sera, whatever will be, will be 

The future's not ours to see, que sera sera

Mary had the sweetest voice I ever heard. I was so proud of her that a tear streaked my cheek. When the show was done, everyone was on their feet then we saw Mary running toward us. Mom and I both reached for Mary and we held her in our arms. She wore all smiles on her face. 

"Did you like my song?" She asked us. 

"We loved it. Right mom?" I was still smiling. Mom just nodded. 

"K, are you crying?" Mary asked me. The tears must have escaped from my eyes. "I am just so proud of you, M."  

"Ahhhw, the drama queen and princess!" Mom said to cut us off. "Come on, let's go home and party!" When mom says party, she meant watching Barbie movies and marshmallows and popcorn and maybe pillow fights. And so we did party.

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Really short chapter! My bad. I still hope you'll like it though! Please stick with me 'til the end. Thank you so much!! <3