Crazy For You

one.

The place is unknowingly bright. I don't remember how I even got here. But this place somehow looks familiar. I look around, my vision getting blurry as I do. Am I in a dream?

I jumped in fright when I noticed there's a guy sitting across of me on the same table. He's dressed in all white and was staring back at me. But he said nothing. I stared at him and looked around us.

We're in the school's library.

I woke up with a gasp.

" Woah, are you okay? " asked Daisy, who's steam ironing her clothes, the steam visibly going out of the window. I blinked at her " Huh? "

She mimicked me. " Nightmare? " asked Daisy. I let out a sigh and lie back down properly on my bed. " Not really " I simply replied to which she just shrugged.

Daisy Willis and I are best friends, along with Nana Price. We're all dorm mates and it's our second year here.

Together, we spend our high school years in this wretched boarding school.

The morning assembly is the same as always. Dull as ever. I stood by the waiting area lazily. Soon, the prefects are going to do their daily checks on our clothing. 

If your skirt is too short, detention.

Nails too long, detention.

Socks too short, detention.

If your shoes aren't black and aren't shiny, also detention.

There's a reason why I hate this place so much. Because of their goddamn stupid rules. And the prefects who think they're so much better than us because they can conform to those rules. Although I'm a bit grateful they're not picky about our hair.

I begin tapping my foot on the floor, waiting for this spot check to be over soon. Beside me, Nana and Daisy are busy clipping their nails.

" Dammit. My nails are ugly now " Daisy whined quietly.

The loud sound of steps coming from the corridor next to where we girls are at, indicate the boys are arriving. It's always like that. The boys are more leisure and are treated with lenience than the girls. It's true what they say. ' Another woman's enemy is a woman herself '

I grunt at the thought, totally loathing it.

I glance at the crowd of boys entering the assembly place. Something –or more accurately, someone, caught my eye.

Wait, I thought as my gaze remained on him as he made way into the boys' line. My hand quickly slap Daisy, calling her. She looked at me casually " What? ", her eyebrows scrunched together. Perhaps the slap stung. 

" Who's he? " I asked. She and Nana both frowned. " Who? " asked Daisy again, still annoyed.

I jerk my chin to where he was standing in the crowd. " Him " I said and my friends turned their faces to the direction. Daisy made an ' O ' face " Ahhhh, himmmmm " she casually replied.

" Yeah, who's he? " I asked again, eyes still on him.

" Dean Parker. A year older , he's our senior " she casually replied.

Dean Parker.

" Why? " Daisy asked, curious as to why I suddenly asked, out of the blue. It's rare for me to talk about boys, especially since I just broke up with my boyfriend and is in a complicated relationship with my friend who is like a boyfriend but also isn't. I think people call it a situationship. It's one of the major cause why I'm so done with this place for now. I wish I don't have to see them anymore, but we're in the same grade and spend majority of time together. Whether I like it or not, I still have to see their faces.

" He's cute, right? " Daisy continued blabbering. " We live in the same neighbourhood. His dad is quite close with mine " she said. I nodded. " Hey... Suzy. What's wrong? " she asked, her voice sounded worried. I looked at her and smile warmly. It caught her off guard.

" Why? Tell meeeeeeee " she whined and clutched on my arm. I laughed and when I was about to tell her about the dream I had this morning, a prefect approached us. " Hands " she demanded. I rolled my eyes and lazily show my hands to her with an attitude.

I cut my nails today and the prefect seemed to not want to let me off. " Are you done?" I asked, annoyed. What's more to see?

" Pass " she said.

" Pfft. Bitch " I muttered under my breath.

And I made sure it's loud enough for her to catch.

*

14th feb 2018 (hpy valentines! altho i dont celebrate lol) 

a/n. comments are appreciated. its hard to get readers and comments in the sea of books in this site. anyways, im kinda confused about writing in present or past in books/novels. someone kindly enlighten me. for example.. the story itself isnt in something happens in the past but they use

" ... she said" but some other books use " ... she says. " 

i am confused because of this. some teaching from anyone is appreciated! <3

[1 Dec 2022]

It's been 4 years. A lot of things happened. I haven't written anything in a long time, although I loved writing. I'm finding that passion again. I'm making it a mission to finish 1 book of mine in 3 months. I think the way to improve writing is to just write. 

Also a preface: This book is about a crush I had back then. I no longer have a crush on him, so I might not be able to write this with burning passion like I had before. I have a new crush now and I can't wait to write about him next.