VIEWPOINT

Chapter Fifteen

     After Sena left the area, we follow. I don’t want this commotion to go on. I go away, and the peacemakers didn’t even bother to stop me for interrogations, they focus all of their members to tend the fallen guy. Is that how the graduating students act? They get cocky, now that they are close to graduating. They are not even graduates yet, and not yet licensed. I will understand a person to get boastful, if there is something to boast off. But the guy earlier, he is in no position to be cocky.

     I proceed to my classroom upstairs. There are many people in the room and the professor is already there. I enter the room quietly and sit in the far corner where the second door at the back of the room is closest. I check the time, it’s 7:21 AM. I can feel myself getting fond of listening as time passes. These boring classes are not as bad as I think. Even though I don’t take these classes seriously, I still get passing marks unlike the other students who are noisy in the room but still fail. I have much to learn, I can assure you that. I am fortunate enough that I am able to attend this university because there are many other students who can’t study in college level because of lack of funds. I get to enjoy this classes, some of my classmates also notices this and some of the friendly professors as well. Friends automatically come to me. There are this three people, my classmates to almost all of my subjects, because all of us are First Years and only got to study at the second semester, their names; Toby, Mielle and Marie. Though they look much younger than I look, that is because they are truly younger than me. Sena, who also looks much younger than me, is now a second year student. Maybe if I will use my looks as a reference, I am a third year college student as of now.

     When there are times when my professors are not around, or when Sena is in her classes and I get to do nothing, I hang out to the library. My next classes will be at 10:00 AM to 12:00PM and 1:00PM to 3:00 PM. I should sleep for the time being. There is still an hour and a half to wait before 10 AM.

     I wake up as someone taps my back. I raise my head a little just to see Ria. Sena is also with her and they are about to sit in the chairs which shares the table with me. As usual, the friendly nature of Ria gets ahead. She talks to me, I look to Sena and she has this different look in her eyes. Is she suspecting something, this is a face someone may make when confused or curious about something. I didn’t mind her.

     “What are you doing here alone? I thought you made friends.” Ria says.

     Oh crap, she just said the word “friend”, a violation of the PSS rules and regulation, attachment in other words.

     “They are not exactly my friends, just classmates.” I answer, to cover up with the words she just said. She doesn’t know that anything she say in here could mean death to me.

     Sena stands up, my body feels intense as to what she will about to do. If she pick any communication device, I know I’m dead.

     “I will go to the comfort room.” Sena says.

     She leaves the table, leaving Ria and I alone. Ria smiles to me.

     “What are you looking nervous about?” She asks.

     I lower my head, but she still taps me, getting my attention.

     “I’m in danger.” I tell her honestly.

     She gives me a worried look. She looks around and wraps her hands into mine. “We are here in De La Salle University. You don’t have to worry about a thing.” She says, I know that she is trying to calm me.

     We wait for a while, but Sena didn’t return. This makes me more nervous than ever. Sena will not even do that. She will not tell it to the other PSS members. I know her; she is not that type of person. However, I still feel uneasy. I don’t know her totally at all. What if she has this other side, a bad side that could betray? I look at my hands. Ria’s hands are squeezing against them. Why is she even holding me like this? This could be a kind of healing process. I press my other hand into my chest, it is beating; my heart is beating. This can’t be, I do notice that I change as time passes, but I don’t think my emotions are greatly affected with all the things I am doing since then.