Prologue

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"Why are you like that?" you said. I looked at the star glazed sky and smiled,

"Like what?" I said, and then I put my hands up, trying to reach the stars. Silently wishing I can be one of them; wanted, adored, loved. I saw you roll your eyes: a very funny expression. You slowly turn your head on me, and looked at me with your shaggy eyes.

"You always care a lot, you were always there. Like those stars, you always want to give me wonderful night after a tiring day. And during my tear-flooded-nights, you are willing to be my open space; where I shout everything, where I put all my burden, where I cry—secretly, softly, and hard," you said trying to hold the rain from falling.

"Well we're friends, and I want to make you feel better, no, not better, the best." I smiled without looking at you, hearing your cries of thank you because I know that I never exist in your life. I want to help you, I want to be with you, but what am I going to do? Am I going to fight for this love or wait for the perfect moment and absolute time for us to be together?

THE START

MIC'S POV

I'm Mikaela Channel Park Mendoza my friends call me MIC. I am beautiful, model, athlete, intelligent and a good conversationalist but I want to be incognito that's why when I got back here in the Philippines I decided to be a nerd, thick black glasses? Check, braces? Check, and an unfashion wear? Check. Maybe you're wondering why I would like to be a nerd. It's because I want to be loved by someone who'll fall for me not because of my looks but because of my candor.

"Hello? MIC? Are you home?" finally my best friends are here, they are actually twins. The one who's looking for me earlier is Alexandra Naomi Miller, she looks dazzling in her white crop top and black leggings with her hair fixed as a messy bun, no doubt she has a lot of suitors, and the one beside her is Jake Alexander Miller, I call him JAM, he's wearing his favorite blue stripped shirt with his white shorts, smiling at me with his Colgate advertising white teeth.

"Common MIC we're already late in our first class" he suddenly uttered that's when we get in the car and go to school.

ICE POV

I am here sitting in my BMW looking at this big University and wondering why students treat me different. They are looking at me as if I'm out of this world but I'm sorry because I am not in the mood to entertain them so I put my eyes on an empty street but there's this girl that caught my attention, she's different from others, her hair is messy, she's not charismatic but there is something about her that makes you want to stare at her.

"Hey dude you're day dreaming again, whose that chick you're looking at?" my friend said with a mocking expression.

"It's nothing, common we're late" I replied with my famous poker face.

"Your majesty king Ice." He uttered and I decided not to talk and go straight to our classroom.

MIC'S POV

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