It Will End In A Kiss

Unruly Teenagers

(BLU)

Days went by. My situation continued on. AnneMarie is not talking to me and people are still too interested in me.

Other students approached me, asking about Robin...and wondering how it feels like to live with the Akages.

Is it true you live in a castle?

"We live in a penthouse..."

Do you dine with gold cutleries?

"Not gold. Silvers..."

Is it true they have a hundred car in their private garage?

"That's too much. And I don't know. I didn't count their cars..."

What is Robin's favorite food? Does he sleep naked? Is it true he got an olympic size pool in your house? What are the color of his bedsheets? Are they made of cotton or satin?

"I don't know. WHAT?! No. Why are you asking about his bedsheets? And I won't answer that..."

Those last questions came from Robin's fans club. They have like 300 members on our school alone. Online, there are thousands of them. All admiring one guy: Robin Akage.

If only they know how big of a jerk he is.

But am I so different from Robin? I am not sure anymore. I used to think I am quite the ordinary nice guy. Shy, quiet but nice.

Now...I am not that confident to claim those things anymore. Because I learned that I am the kind of person that will break on a pressure and blame anyone who is convenient enough to blame.

The question is...why is Robin okay with me blaming him for all of these? This things are hardly Robin's fault. He surely didn't wish to live with me...he is also a victim of our circumstances.

But still...I blamed and shouted at him yet Robin is quite okay with all of it.

Why?

I sighed and looked sideways just for my eyes to collide with AnneMarie's. both our eyes widened when we were caught looking at each other. For the past week, AnneMarie and I had been practicing the art of avoiding each other. From her going to school early so we won't bump each other on the parking lot, me eating lunch on the classroom so we won't see each other in the cafeteria, to us convincing ourselves not to look at each other during classes.

It was hard, getting harder as the days passes...

And now, our eyes are not breaking contact. Until...

"Mr.Tañada, if you and Miss Montemayor think that staring at each other is more interesting than my lecture, you can both just say so..." our Math teacher spoke sardonically. "Are you two starting a romantic movie in my class?"

"Uyyyy!!!" Our classmates teased us. AnneMarie and I broke stares and I look down at my notes.

This is not just embarrassing but angering as well. As our classmates tease and laugh at us, I feel more frustrated and angry than ever.

But I cannot find my voice. I hate it when people give me their attentions. Even if they are students like me. AnneMarie on the other hand, has no problem dealing with people teasing her.