Paper Boat

C6: It was an enigma ten times more difficult.

 

CHAPTER 6: IT WAS AN ENIGMA TEN TIMES MORE DIFFICULT.

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The events these past few days take a toll on me. My grandparents haven’t yet to call back, frustration get the best of me since nothing has really happened between me and Hunter. I thought there was but I guess I got it all wrong.

My arms are a little sore after the game that last until the other day and my head felt like having a hangover. I didn’t know I got hit that hard. So basically, the following days I’ve been a little light headed but nothing serious.

Added to it was being stressed out with lots of course works lingering here and there especially the calculus.

Right now, we will be having a test about it which sucks because I haven’t really study, I kinda forgot to study honestly.

My mind was preoccupied with a lot of things lately that I forgot little things like this. I even forget about pissing off Hunter to core.

I mean, I am not in the mood for it. It may have been because of what he said to me a while back but then it is not the whole reason of my lack of energy and being burn out.

I spent most of my free time visiting mom, working and studying majors. Also overthinking things which occupied my mind a lot lately. I could even called it my hobby.

Lilly notice it too and I explain to her that I just had a lot on my plate right now that she’s well aware of.

When the paper was handed at me, I knew that I’ll screw it over and true to my word when I got the results the next day it highlights my mistakes mostly.

I was really trying to get better at this subject but my effort hasn’t been paying off that much because I wasn’t improving. It will surely affect my final marks which is not good when I apply for Universities next year.

Sighing, the class ended and I deposited back my things in my locker. The students around were fully engaged with their conversations with their friends.

While on my way out the parking lot, I greeted some of the familiar faces I encountered the hallway and didn’t miss the talk of the school.

The Prom.

Lilly convince me to come but I am hell bent on not coming along knowing Alton would be there. He was consecutively nominated for King and it’s a shame if he didn’t attend his probably last nomination.

That stops Lilly for persuading me to go. Besides I’d rather work for extra shifts at night instead of dressing up and mingle with people. It’s just not my thing.

And I don’t dance.

It was on Friday and it was Wednesday now, so the students were being extra chatty for their get up or who ask who to prom date. You know the usual gush of high school kids.

I haven’t seen Hunter for like a week, more like I didn’t notice him even in History class. I’ve been out of myself recently to even spare him a glance.

And now that I think about it I felt like I am back to zero for getting his attention. If my grandparents won’t call back, I really had to do this with Hunter.

The next day, Wednesday, my stomach is being a bitch right now. I was having an acid reflux that apparently burning my insides with excruciatingly pain.

Yet I decided to go to school anyway. It usually subsides after I take some medicine and drink water but it was being extra right now.

I try to be cool about it while in class but once in a while I was clenching my teeth to stop me from rolling on the floor and hug my stomach.

My hands were gripping the edge of the table with such force that I was surprise I haven’t destroyed it yet.

Instead of focusing in lectures, I ended up squirming quietly in my seat. I wanted to stand up and run to the bathroom but I felt like if I stand up I would completely fall and it would get a lot of attention plus it will interrupt the class which is not good.

Not in calculus class.

A pop quiz was suddenly announced when the teacher had an emergency meeting and will leave us for it.

Of course another calculus test. What a fortunate turn out for my day.

As the paper was handed out to the rest of us, we started being busy. Well I tried to, heck I really tried so hard but the pain was giving me a hard time to.

Plus, the questions were actually giving me one too.

It was an advanced lesson which is way too difficult to figure out ourselves. What a surprise for us, I was flattered by the gesture.

I felt like puking.

Literally. Before I know it I stood up and ran to the nearest bathroom and puke my guts out.

Yeah. It smells like shit but surprisingly it makes me feel a lot better. I clean the mess on the sink when suddenly the door open and Hunter appeared.

Suffice to say, we look at each other like we are entire different species. Then his eyes averted from me to the sink.

I felt embarrassed and quickly clean it then when I felt like he was burning holes at the back of my head, I look at him and he was still there standing.

Wait, why was he in the girl’s bathroom?

“You’re not in the girl’s bathroom.” He said as he probably saw the confusion in my face.

Then it hit me and looked around and he was totally right. I am not in girl’s bathroom but in men’s.

I mumbled few cursed under my breath before I apologize to Hunter and immediately ran out. If someone caught us there, they would read the whole thing wrong and assume dirty things that I don’t prefer to deal with.

As I got back, I heave a sigh of relief and continue on answering the quiz. Turns out, it still empty and no matter in what angle I look at it, it was an enigma ten times more difficult.

Then when I was so close on giving up, a chair was placed beside me with a thud and I jump in my seat. Looking up from my paper my frown dissipated when Hunter’s face met my eyes.

“Uh… hey?” I fumble for words. Then I cleared my throat. “How may I help you?”

I think being formal just suited for this situation, because after what just happened earlier, I am not the one to snap at him.

Not that I would do that.

He placed his paper on my desk with clean answers written on it.

“Woah! How did you get that?” I gushed examining his paper in awe.

I looked at him and he just shrug like it was the most normal thing to happen. Probably for him.

Then he cleared his throat and looking a bit uncomfortable. “Do you want help with yours?” He asked pointing at my paper.

My eyebrows shot up and a wide smile appears on my lips feeling joyful all of a sudden.

“Hell yeah! I’ve been staring at this for an hour and I can’t seem to understand them. He hasn’t yet to teach us this and you know how sucks I was with this subject.” I answered a little enthused with the offer. I don’t care if he just felt bad about my situation but having him talk to me makes me feel even better.

As weird as it sounds, although he’s being so cold to me I find his company very refreshing.

Then he started to teach me the steps and strategies on how he gets it one by one. I listen intently and had an actual answer. I can’t help but praise him every correct answer I got.

In the middle of his explanation, I can’t help but stare at him. A small smile playing on my lips.

Yeah, Hunter isn’t that bad after all.