THE OLD ME BACK

Chapter 11

It's already late in the evening, yet I am still wide awake. Gosh! Why is this happening to me? I wanted to sleep now but my eyes don't cooperate. Hours have passed and I'm still lying on my bed, looking at the ceiling for almost an hour. I try to change my sleep positions but I think it does not work.

This is really the fault of that mysterious guy!

Those things he said earlier creeped me out. I want to forget it because it makes me want to know more about him by just those words he said. Sigh.

"Why didn't you fight back?" He asks as he lay the book on the table. Why don't he read that book directly instead of asking me?

He turns the page while he is stealing glances from me. Wait. Is he waiting for my response? Sorry but not sorry, I don't want to talk to him.

I suddenly stand from my seat and take the book that I put on the table. I don't know the content of this because I just quickly got it from the bookshelf a while ago to avoid him, but this is a good instrument for me to escape his sight. Gosh, he's really looking at me as if I'm the suspect.

I transfer to other table that I can't see him even just a bit part of him. But as soon as I sit again on a wooden chair, I realize that he's already in front of me with the book that I would really like to read. Why don't he give it to me if he would not read that book?

"Why can't you answer my question? I don't think you're too silent," he confidently asks again while his eyes are on me instead on the book.

With my freewill, I divert my attention to the book that I'm using. Who knows if it would suit to my taste when it comes to the books? So I start reading the first page.

"I said, why didn't you fight back? It's very strange from you, you know that? Well, are you afraid of him? I don't think you are."

I gulp while I'm trying to focus on what I'm reading. The hell he cares if I didn't fight back. Why don't he shut his mouth so that I could way appreciate him?

"I know you're still listening, pretending as if you're really reading the book."

Directing my eyes to him, I narrow my sight to his face like I don't care what he's talking about. What is really his problem to me?

Quickly, I transfer again to other table but here he is, sitting in front of me again. Does he think I'm just kidding on him here?

"And why do you look like that? Do you think it can hide your true colors? Well, your hair doesn't suit on you."

I unconsciously touch the strands of my hair which is curly now. I gulp and take a deep breath as I'm controlling myself not to shout at him. Remember, I'm in the library, though other students feel weird about the two of us who transferred tables many times.

"I don't need your opinion," I utter straight. "And I don't need you."

He just laughs a bit as he checks a little while the librarian who is sometimes looking at us. Geez! I don't think there's something good will happen at this very moment. If he wanted to be under disciplinary actions, then he should not involve me.

"You don't really need me because you don't even know me," he states in a low voice after he closed the book.

"And what the fvcking care should I know you?" I lift up my right eyebrow to imply that I'm really serious on this. "Could you please just leave me alone?"

He sighs.

"I can't. Maybe you don't know me, but I know you a lot. And you can't escape us, Alesha."

I lay inclined now as I'm trying not to mind anymore the rest of our conversation. Argh! My mind really acts as if it has its own life. I automatically get annoyed whenever I replay our conversation in my mind. That sucks!

Getting up on my bed, I directly go to the mini-fridge near the bathroom. I open it and roam my eyes inside to look for something for my pasttime. I realize that I bought then three bottles of San Mig Light when I had my shopping few days have passed. But my hand takes some dark chocolates but after few seconds, I change my mind and I take one bottle.

I told myself that it's just one bottle to hit my consciousness in order for me to fall asleep later. I can't stand anymore knowing that at this very hour, I should have slept now. Argh! Perhaps, my body is in a sudden change that almost two weeks I didn't drink a liquor.

After I drink one bottle of San Mig Light, I lay again on my bed. I think I can sleep now because the alcohol in it helps me weakened. A moment later, my consciousness start to fail and eventually my eyes get closed.

Tomorrow morning, I wake up at five and I do my moring routines right away. I'm on my way to school now when my feet suddenly stop stepping forward because of this motorbike that comes behind me turns left and now it's in front of me. I wanted to continue walking so I take my step to the right side of the road. But I gulp instantly when I see the stranger who does the driving and he stares at me afterwards.

"I'll fetch you to school. Come on, we're now almost late."

"Excuse me?" I try to check my wristwatch and narrow my eyes to him after checking the time. "It's 6:25, and the flag ceremomy is at 7. Why do you want to fetch me when I'm already fine by just walking?"

"Is that so?" He asks with a hint of smile. I thought he will drive again but he just parks it on the roadside. He leaves then from his seat and starts walking towards me.

Wait. What did he just do? Don't tell me he will go by walking with me?

No way.