Rebuild

CHAPTER IV : Mr Get-Well-Soon

Couple of weeks later

The bell finally rang and the noisy chatter ended as soon as the teacher entered our room with a frightening smile plastered on her face that suggests a dreadful task is about to be assigned to us.

"Good morning class" she greeted still wearing that smile

"Good morning" I mumbled while others simply said "'Morning" without any enthusiasm

"Enough with that disrespectful tone. You are college students you should know better. Okay, how about we try once again? Good morning class...?"

"Good morning Mrs. Schizo" the class chorused

"That's perfect. Now before I forget, you'll be doing a semi-thesis project and it's assigned to the whole batch of those in year 11. You will be needing a partner for this task, but there will be 5 main groups. Now, I advise you all to find decent companions, for you'll be working on this stint for quite a time. And If you've chosen a proper colleague report to me at about, 11 a.m. That means you will have about an hour to do so. By the way, you can pair with anyone in your batch."

The class groaned in unison after hearing this. She knows we hate groupworks...and a thesis at that? Is she trying to torture us or something?!

As dismissal time came I immediately looked for Ionna or Rayen to ask wether either of them wants to be my partner...and guess what? Im. So. Lucky!

The nerd paired up with her class president cause they're both so ever-so-decent and ever-so-intelligent and ever-so-perfect together and after giving me the most annoying smile I've ever seen Ionna declared she's with her goth classmate which happens to be her long-time crush too!

After spending the whole half hour scoffing and letting my idiotic self take control I rushed to see if anyone still haven't found a partner and found myself having no other option other than The-hero himself! I thought this odd at first cause, duh, he's one the most famous person at school but later found out he slept throughout the whole discussion for the said task cause he's just too lazy to even try to listen to a class. He was even shocked when I asked him to be my colleague, cause he still wasn't aware. After explaining the situation for about three times to the dim-witted jerk he agreed to my request at last.

Receiving glares as I walked past the group of his jealous fans in the school corridors I entered the faculty room, with Michael catching up behind me. I wrote our names on a piece of paper (with too much force it bore a hole) and gave it to our Research and Thesis subject teacher (not-so-kindly)

The project is all about thesis with innovation. And why it'll take a long time? Its required that the project's category is engineering! So maths-maths-maths and maths!

After a few days...

A soft knock was heard from the door as someone opened it and mom's voice boomed up to the second floor where I was that weekend.

"Hyacinth! This classmate of yours says you're supposed to do a project! Come down here won't you and assist him?"

"Umm, okay mom, Im coming" I said back with a hint of annoyance cause I still had the mindset I have every weekend : that I'll stay in bed except when Im hungry or thirsty. I took a rushed bath cause I still haven't and I'll stink...not that I care what HE thinks anyway and dressed ever so quickly

Michael's gorgeous face came greeting me with a sly smile glued in it as I entered the cream-painted living room ------ Wait,wait did I say gorgeous?! No! Take that back this moment! You didn't just hear that...or read that or witness or...anything! Wtf! I glared at him and the earlier smile vanished and he looked down to his lap.

"We're supposed to be doing an Engineering Innovation and Thesis right?" he started

"Well, that's what I heard my teacher say...or was there too much wax in my ear back then that I came to have the wrong information?" I answered with the remaining calmness I could muster.

"Uh, yeah...right" he said almost inaudibly

The git did the Maths while I did the...preventing of document confusion? --- or just arranging documents and throwing waste into trash can, I suppose.

"You're still not that good in maths, aren't you?" Michael said with a smile

"Do you have to care?" I snapped preventing the urge to smile too

Then something flashed in my memory, it was from long, long ago...

----flashback-----

The blonde boy next to me laughed as I frowned in frustration while I tried to solve the problem that our teacher in Mathematics gave us for our assignment.

"You really are an alien to the math world right?" he said with a grin

"Shut up, you're not helping me, you know?" I said back as I scratched my head. "Help me, won't you?" I added

"Good thing I'm better in Math, I don't have to use a calculator" he said noticing my hand starting to grab the calculator in the desk

"Please?" I pouted, kicking my lower lip upward and trying my best to look cute, atleast

"Tsk, alright! You'll have to thank that adorable look of yours later...cute!" Michael said as he pinched my cheek, smiling...

------back to the present!-----

I laughed at the sudden memory but immediately stopped as the blondé glanced at me.

After a few hours I stood up, stretching my limbs then went straight to the kitchen, noticing that it's already lunch time. Grabbing a plate with a sandwich, chicken curry and a glass of apple juice I proceeded back to the living room where we worked.

"Mum's not home, maybe in the grocery store so there's no decent lunch, don't you dare complain cause your not even that welcome here, so just...anyway, I'm gonna eat at the kitchen cause I don't want peole like you staring at me while eating."

"Wait...during your stay at the hospital, didn't you receive, umm, cards...or something?"

"Yeah, and you don't have anything to do with my private life, fucker." I said eyeing the curry. "Someone gave me cards...and chicken curries....They were so delicious, I ----" I stopped. I remembered, Michael bought me a meal before he left when I was admitted to the hospital...it was chicken curry and mom even scolded me because of 'eating non-nutritious food'. "The curry wasn't so good, and there were get-well-soon cards with it too...They suck! Those cards! They're too fucking cheesy, tsk!" I continued after a long pause, "You know, I mean, it was you who gave them didn't you?"

"Umm, kind of?, You didn't like them?" he asked timidly

"No, well I hated them, actually! Too much fucking sauce and the chicken was...ugh!" I said grimacing

"Oh," he said, obviously flustered at the bluntness

"Okay, Im gonna eat now...I AM hungry anyway! Dragging me into nonsense conversations, tss!" I said, muttering a barely audible 'thanks' as I almost sprinted to the kitchen.

We finished a bit of our topic, mostly drafts and decided to clear off after that. Michael then left, flashing me a quick smile before he went off in his handsome grey car. Well, I guess someone I know is actually the 'get-well-soon person' and 'Mr. get-well-soon' at that.

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