When I'm gone

Chapter Three

Chapter three

“Now class, I want you to all meet Mr. Eric Jason Chase. From now on, he’ll be attending your classes. Now class, greet your new classmate.” Said Mr. Ramos, my bald and big tummy Philippine Literature professor proudly said in front of the whole class.

He was holding a guy whose tall and moreno, with long pointed nose, kissable red lips, long eyelashes—that could be fit for a girl, and hazel dark brown eyes that could melt every girl’s heart. And yes, I’m talking about the guy who gave me that jar full of cookies which was the same guy who sat with me in the school bus this morning. Yes, he was Eric Jason Chase.

But heck, greet? Why would I greet that handsomely gorgeous brag guy? Wait, what?! Did I just give a compliment to that show off guy? Oh my... *passing out*

“Mr. Chase, you may now choose where you want to sit. Well, there are only three vacant chairs in here. You may sit beside the left of Leonard, or the left of Anna and one right next to Ms. Jackson.”

Yeah, three vacant chairs. He could choose two out of three. One is right next to Leonard the nerd or Anna the ballerina. Or to Ms. Kimberly Grace Jackson which was me. Err... why did I even consider the seat next to me taken? Nobody wants to be with me—well, except for Johanna which wasn’t my classmate at this class and other two more subjects. But that’s not the point, all I’m saying was: ‘NOBODY sits beside me’ ever.

After that, I heard the whole class gasped. So I turned to look why. Then, there came the sight of the most stubborn and stupid guy of all—Jason, who just picked the seat right next to me. Oh gods... *facepalms*

“Now, Mr. Ramos exclaimed reaching the class’s attention. Let’s now talk about the Philippine myth! Who knows Bernardo Carpio? Blah-blah-blah...”

Then, for the first time, I was glad to be in a history class. And I was glad when the class suddenly turned their attention to the skin head professor in front of the class.

“Why? You want to kick my butt? I bet this chair wasn’t yours so you didn’t have to do that.” He said, with his face wide smiling—half-amazed and half-crazy.

“What the heck are you doing?” I said whispering, worried that I would be the ‘Center of attraction’ for the next hour or so.

“Why? Am I forgetting something? Or did I just need an instant tutorial of what or how should I act beside you?” he asked quizzically

“Huh? I asked in infuriation, are you really that dense?” I asked getting irritated of his presence.

“Dense? No. I’m actually, very sensitive. So was my skin.” He said touching his supple face as if he was making all of this a stupid joke.

“Are you nuts?!” I asked in annoyance.

“No. I’m human—actually, very handsome for a human.” He said as he winked at me and smiling widely, as if he’s smiling in triumph.

“Ugh!!” I said in exasperation.

He’s such pain in my ass, I thought dragging my head to my table.