Love.mp3: Track 2

No Littering

I can’t sit beside Vanessa and Napoleon today…Iza is with them.

I kept looking at Iza.

Maybe I was expecting her to be a bit…I don’t know…sad?

She’s laughing like nothing’s wrong… Even Vanessa and Napoleon seemed to find it a bit weird.

She doesn’t talk to us.

She cries all the time.

She just stares blankly into space.

Wow…she’s handing the situation BETTER than I expected.

Someone snapped his finger in front of me.

My eyes suddenly drifted to the person in front of me.

Ria.

“Hm?”

“What are you looking at?” She turned and tried to search.

Sigh. I’m back at the Iza-Ria problem again.

“Is there something bothering you, Luis?” She asked.

Yes! ... F*cking Love Triangles.

I shook my head, forcing a smile.

Ria smiled. Then she sat beside me and gave me a hug.

Without realizing, I looked back at Iza’s table.

Iza was furious. Furious.

She was taking continues deep breaths and she was clenching her fists hard. Vanessa was trying to calm down Iza, red with anger.

She stood up and stormed out of the room. Having no other choice, Vanessa and Napoleon stood up and followed Iza.

Sigh. I’m starting to hate romance.

I went to class earlier than usual.

I wrote a note to Iza.

”I’m sorry, Iza…”

I folded it and left it on her desk.

And as if on cue, Iza entered the room just after I left it on her desk.

She sat down, read the note and folded it back again.

She said nothing.

I tried to read her expression but all I can see is nothing. Maybe slightly annoyed.

And we waited for the class to start in that position.

Do you have ANY idea how AWKWARD that was?

Five minutes. FIVE. F*ckin. Minutes.

Five minutes of QUALITY Time of the person who wants to see me and my girlfriend drown in the seven rivers of hell.

I was high strung like hell, because I ended up being distracted during the whole class. All I keep thinking about was Iza…and hell.

Stop thinking about hell!, I told myself. Remember, Hell isn’t the problem. Because Hell hath no fury than a woman scorned.

Wait…Why do I feel like I just made it worse?

Iza stood up and thrown something to me, a crumpled piece of paper.

My note, a while ago. She wrote something too.

“Don’t place garbage on my desk.”