Forgotten Promises

Chapter 3: Grudge held within

"Riingggggggggg," my phone's ear-piercing ring-tone always get the best off me. I should really change my ring-tone soon, before my ears start to bleed. I peered over at my phone with one eye open and the other close, (I can wink guys) and rolled over to the side table to have a closer look. 

*THUD* 

I rolled over too much and forgot that I wasn't a princess with a queen sized bed. I shrugged, and forced myself to reach out for my noisy phone. 

"Heyyyyy, twelve rings and you definitely just woke up. Hurry up, get yourself ready. Be there in 30," cheered Amanda. That girl is such a morning person, ugh. Which day gives you nothing but dread? That's right, its Monday, the start of the school week.

Due to the holidays, I've got used to sleeping late and only waking up in the mid noon. Naturally, I won't possibly go to sleep early just for school, which means I AM DEAD TIRED. 

Forcefully dragged myself into the bathroom for a quick shower and pulled any clothes that my hands laid on. Honestly, I think my hands create the greatest fashion combinations because I always end up wearing nice outfits which, sometimes, start the trend. This time, I got a laced sleeveless white top with a yellow-mustard pair of shorts. No one actually wears bright colours on a Monday, but oh well. 

I tied my hair into a high messy bun and wore my specs instead of lenses because I am that tired. Since Amanda hasn't reached, I grabbed my novel and started reading. 

"Gus and I glanced at each other, smiling. Once we'd crossed the street, he pulled out a seat for me and helped me scoot back in...." Flashbacks were running back into my mind, the image of his innocent facial expression, the compassionate words he say, the smiles and laughter. I closed the book of "THE FAULT IN OUR STARS" and leaned back on my bed frame. So much for a Monday morning, I sighed. 

Loud shufffles and the door swings open, that's how much of a morning person Amanda is, ladies and gentlemen. 

Amanda and I are from different classes, but we have similar lessons together. We said our goodbyes and walked my way over to the classroom for English lesson.

English....Math...Physics.....Physical Education... LUNCH BREAK!!

So proud of myself for surviving through the first 4 hours of the day and skipped down to the cafeteria to give myself a treat, when I saw my group of friends at our usual table. I waved at them and placed my bag on the chair. 

After the mini treat from myself to myself, I decided to walk around the school's field just to kill time. 

The breeze was so soothing and my hair caressed my face ever so gently. I looked over to my left and saw the person I was never ready to see, even after so long, June. 

We locked eye contact and I could sense fury in his eyes. I looked away fast because it was, and is,  never easy looking at someone who used to be your everything. I breathed in and made my way back to the cafeteria. That's too much recalling on the first day of the second semester. 

During the next few hours of lessons, I couldn't help but think about the sense of anger in his eyes. I knew over-thinking about some things were wrong, but I just couldn't help it. There was still something that's bothering him, and I never want him to hate me. After all, I still love that guy.