He's My Abberation

Chapter 1.

☓I don't give you trust automatically, YOU need to earn it, and let me tell you that I am a very hard person to be friends with.☓

Laica's POV

"Mom, do you think they will like me?" my whole strong demeanor falters a little as I look up to my mother with a sympathetic smile.

"Laica, you don't have to worry about the other people.. just worry about your studies.. you can do this!" She replies and gives my back a little push towards the giant group of students.

I timidly lined up with the rest of the 4th year high school students. Some people looked at me but turned around again. My cousins told me that when they hear me speaking fluent English they would crowd me and want to be friends with me. The thing is I don't want attention, I want to just be a regular students with maybe 3 REAL friends. But my mom interrupted my train of thought, and tapped the tall girl in front of me and for some reason explained about myself and saying that I'm from America.

Okay first of all, What the heck man?! and second the girls reaction was unbelievable she's acting like she's never seen a transfer student before?

"Um..h-hi ano ang pangalan mo?"

Okay, so here's the thing, I understand Tagalog, it's just that I sound like a weird nasally try hard donkey whenever I speak some phrases. It just sounds so strange whenever it comes out of my mouth. so I answer anyway, "Name's Laica." I try to keep my anxiety low and keep it cool.

The flag ceremony started with the national anthem. Seriously, I wake up fricking early for this. Yeah I know it's quite different here and all, but seriously they just made me hate Monday even more! and dismissal is in 5:30 pm. ARGHHHH!

Once the ceremony ends, the tall girl pulled me to the side and I am now in front of beautiful petite girls, "uHHh guys, this is the transfer student ... she speaks English!" Oh my, the two girls had the same reaction as the first one. What's all the hubbub about English speaking students around here? Although it is hilarious to hear them speak to me in English with clear Filipino accents in them. I have to fight the urge to not correct them with their wrong grammar.

"Are you in the same section as us..?" They stare at me like I'm some Mcdonald's Burger. I just nod and try to admire my mother's old high school, which ironically I go to now.

They say nothing more and pulled me up to the third floor , at the end of the hall. Damn, do they really have to put me in that classroom. HOW DID I GET INTO THE FIRST SECTION ANYWAY?! I'm probably stupid and I'm gonna be stuck with know it alls.

But I enter the room with well.. my friends? and the whole classroom stares at us until we sit in the remaining seats. I guess we were late? but the thankfully the class advisor didn't mind and continue talking and talking. I dazed off and started to look at my classmates. There was this one boy that kinda got my intention...but I put it aside.. I know that it won't help me in life, "I VOLUNTEER LAICA AS MUSE!"

Huhhh?!!! What the hell?! "no no no! I object!"

All of my classmates looked at me like I'm some science project," ugh whyyyy?!"

"Because you are beautiful!" okay so much for no attention.

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The class dismissed and I was the first to get out since the room was already suffocating. I guess a lot of people had the same idea as me and pushed their way out which means me ending up falling for my death into the flight of stairs. I close my eyes waiting for impact and blood rushing but I don't. instead I feel large hands on my waist holding me. I open my eyes and I stare at awe at the boy that I was staring at before. His spiky, yet soft looking brown hair was slightly messed. His dark eyes look straight at my brown hazel eyes slightly narrowed. His chest is moving up and down, maybe because he was trying to catch up and hold me... he's so.. be-

"Be careful," he angrily whispered into my ear and abruptly let me go. My throat became dry and forgot about my strong act and showed a little weakness that I'm trying to mask.

"Okay" I whimpered and looked up a little and see the guy still standing in front of me, studying my face.

He smirked and chuckled a little, "Good" and with that he walks away with his backpack in one shoulder and me standing in the now empty hallway in shock.

Did the most cliche thing happened to me, just like the movies?

who is he?

I should of payed attention when they were calling out names.

And one more thing

I broke a rule;I showed weakness.

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ano ang pangalan mo? : what's your name?