Just Another Girl To You

Two

Hopped down the bus, and stared at the rather dreary façade of our school.

You must be wondering what school, and I was intending to keep it privy, but what the heck, might as well give you the details.

OB Montessori Center, Inc., a "prestigious" school, only attainable for those with enough greens to afford it.

It's known for its "high-quality Montessori education" and for having made "independent and respectable" individuals.

Truly, it has been a second-home to me, what with my eight years spent there.

Also, it was where I was developed, where heartbreaks happened, and where friendships were formed. It's walls contained thousands, if not millions, of experiences and stories, some unfortunate, and some blithely.

Gathered in the quad were bulletin boards, each containing papers indicating a student's section, grade, room number, adviser, and classmates.

I waited till the crowd dispersed a little and searched for my name, and there it was: Peralta, Elaine Marie P.; Year 1-E.

Last section? Guess they really did hate me then.

Unthinkingly, I searched for his name too, the one in haven't spoken of for so long, my beloved. It was there, about a dozen names before mine, I read your name, and memories came flooding back, the pain, the grief, the longing, the joy.

All because of those three damned words.

"Taking longer than usual, are you?" Said a familiar voice behind me.

"Oh, Lara, wow, can't believe you're in the same class as me, finally someone I know!" I shrieked joyfully.

Then her gaze hovered to my still outstretched hand, it was on his name.

"So, guess he's still with us;" She nudged me with a knowing smile on her face, "you still love him, don't you?"

"Eww, hell no, totally over him, I'm not going back there, never, nope."

She gasped, and as I faced her, she squealed: "Jacob!!!"

I grabbed her hand and hurriedly went to the classroom, hoping to avoid him as much a possible.

"Oh, yeah, I can see that you don't like him anymore, at all." She said, voice dripping with sarcasm.

Making a face, I stuck my tongue out like a kid and surveyed the room.

There were about ten people, and considering it was still early, that was a lot. Most were new students and transferees from other sections.

Great, a different crowd to rule.

With a new-found ardor, I spoke with enthusiasm to Lara, recounting all my escapades, laying the bitchiness thick to warn off others of my social rank.

And it worked, the girls listened, and when I glared at them, they seemed intimidated, the guys on the other hand, were nonchalant for they knew of the games I played.

Every new addition to the room glanced nervously at me, and stayed the furthest away from the back row me and my colleague occupied. I grew tired of the show and simply kept quiet, a bashful smirk on my face.

Lara sorted out her things, as I did mine, when the teacher came in, and the class was, apparently, complete.

"Good morning 1-E I am Mrs. Fecundo." A nasal voice squawked.

Then Lara was hitting my forearm, glancing at the table next to us.

It was occupied by an olive-toned boy, with artfully messy hair. Oh, I already knew she liked him.

I shook my head at her and threw her a somewhat annoyed glare as I noticed the person behind him.

Oh my gods...

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A/N: Quick update here! The plot's beginning to build, and it's just chapter two! Nyahaha 😜.

Tried out the cliffhanger business, and it seems good enough for a first-timer, right?

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