Just Another Girl To You

Five Point Five

"Check. This. Out." Inciong enunciated slowly, as I got on the bus.

So, I did. She had this odd-looking object in her hands that resembled a small baton.

"What is it?" I pointed at the object.

"It's a spinning pen." She enthused.

"So, it, uh, spins?" I dumbly inquired.

"Yeah, but you'd have to make it spin with your fingers. And hold it like this;" she demonstrated, holding the pen between her point and middle finger.

"How?" I asked disbelievingly.

"Like this," she demonstrated, performing a "spin" that looked quite complicated.

"Woah. Where'd you buy that?"

She told me, and we then discussed the art of pen spinning the whole way to school.

It originated in Singapore and was a popular hobby of thousands of people, they even held competitions of sorts for the pro's.

And apparently, the spin she did was the most basic move called "charge", and was only done in preparation for other more complicated moves and tricks she was yet to learn

***

It was math time, my most dreaded period of all.

I was bored and zoning out, looking for something to occupy my mind with, so I glanced around the room

Wait, what was that?

There, directly behind me, Jaz was spinning his pen. It was just a regular gel pen, but what he was doing seemed more complex than what Inciong did with her spinning pen.

It spun, and flipped, and turned as I watched in awe, only to be distracted by a soft chuckle.

"Woah." I said to no one in particular, still utterly impressed by the pen tricks.

There it was again, the sound of laughter.

I glanced around, and saw that it was Jaz laughing, at me, surely because of my dim-witted expression of awe.

Hmm... Ignore him, or make a snide remark?

Before I could decide, I was pulled, dragged, rather, out of my reverie by the teacher to do some board work.

The day droned on lazily, and I couldn't help but think that finally, there was something I could do to get noticed.

Better go buy a spinning pen then, and learn the basics, ASAP.

***

"Hey, could I borrow that?" A strangely familiar voice queried.

"Huh?" I returned distractedly, practicing the pen tricks as the speaker for our monthly assembly droned on about unimportant bull crap.

"That," said Jaz, referring to the pen twirling in my hand.

"Uh, sure?" I gave it to him and covertly observed what he would be doing.

He returned to his group of friends, showing off his skills as they watched in anticipation, all wanting to have a go and try their luck with the spinning pen. He laughed unabashedly as his colleagues tried and failed.

Stifling my giggles, I went and asked for my pen, since I was already "bored". He returned it, and went back to being a chatterbox, not even bothering to thank me.

That prude!

*** *** ***

Jaz's hair grew out to this irresistible 'do. It was relatively short at the sides, and long at the top and front, like those hairstyles most guys covet. Also, his guy-from-the-wrong-side vibe was still there, giving him a hot, mysterious air, making you want to figure him out.

With two months of school behind us, he grew increasingly rowdy and very standoffish. He was loud, rude, and a terrible flirt, going for almost every female, except me, of course.

He never admitted to liking anyone yet, so we all assumed he was just whoring around, resemblant to most of the guys our age.

His current conquest was a girl named Louise.

She was tall, thin, had stalk-straight, raven hair that was usually kept neat by pins; she, of course, was considered attractive by many. Not only does she have looks, but she also does posses brains, a rarity for our school.

Despite having those characteristics, she wasn't one to show off or boast, in fact, she was silent and kept to herself most of the time. She didn't date, and had little-known crushes.

We were friends from grade school, and she was one of the few people I genuinely liked in our class, so being close to her and fangirling along with her wasn't a problem.

Jaz would always tease her, and get on her nerves, to the point that she'd be complaining to me and few others.

"Ugh. He's so annoying, so full of himself. Always saying that he's so handsome and assuming everyone likes him... He's so much like Noche," Louise and I ranted one day.

"I know, he's such a brag. Hate to admit it, but he does have a point, he looks too damn good." I sulkily replied.

"What did I just hear? You guys like me? I knew it! Can't resist my handsomeness, poor girls." Jaz interrupted our reverie, with an obnoxious smirk on his face. Oh, how I wanted to hit him...

"Eww! No! In your dreams!" Louise and I screamed.

"Sure, I'd pretend to believe that..." With that said, and a wink thrown in her direction, he left, laughing all the while.

Self-righteous bastard... If only he didn't look so good, he'd be in so much trouble already. I can't believe I ever thought he was nice.

Since Louise held his attention for a couple more days, I started hanging out with her more, only to find out she did, in fact, started liking him as well. As well as who? Myself, of course.

(But then again, I'd have to admit, anyone that sure of themselves surely rub off on you. Can't help but think they're amazing. Oh God, this spells trouble...)

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A/N: Heya 😊 feeling them good vibes, electricity just got back on.

This chapter's a little longer than the others, for I couldn't .bear to separate or remove some parts, it just wouldn't be complete.

New character, yay!

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