Our Way Back

Episode 1

"Third!" I turned and saw a fair, handsome guy panting. He was looking from side to side before walking towards me.

I did not expect this at all.

I beamed and squinted my eyes of annoyance and bafflement."I thought we shouldn't talk in school." I just said looking at him. He was now walking in my side panting. I sighed with the sight I was seeing and decided to bring out something from my bag. "You want water?" I asked, in case.

He was waving his hand to say he doesn't need it. Well, okay.

I was about to put my bottled water back to my bag when he changed his mind and grabbed it from my hand, opening it and gulping it whole. As if he had not tasted water in his entire life.

"I was looking for you." He said after devouring my water in 5 seconds. "I have something to tell you."

"Yeah, I figured." I said sarcastically. Because he wouldn't if he doesn't otherwise. "So what is it, childhood friend?"

He rolled his eyes and annoyingly sighed. "We agreed about this already." He said.

Yeah. We did. Actually, he was the one who opened it up in one occasion.

That was when we finished middle school. For some reasons, he called me out to tell me he's not going to talk to me anymore, though we could still be friends but not in school when we enter highschool.

For a split second, I was stunned but I replied 'okay' nevertheless.

It's not as if we're in that relationship too.

It has been three years since that happened.

"So Raegan, what do you want from me?" I said emotionlessly.

Yea. Raegan McHummings, the guy who's currently in front of me catching his breath, is – or should I say was - my childhood friend. But unlike the old simple me, he's on top of the hierarchy. And we weren't in the same subject course so we were never classmates but even if we were in the same subject course, we will never be classmates.

We are actually living in the same neighborhood, as a matter of fact; we lived adjacent to each other. We are actually fairly close – our relationship has been good ever since. Up until now, I can go to his house like it's mine and he can do the same. They even call him 'son' and I get to be called the same by his parents. But because of what he did, that 'fairly close relationship' slowly drifted off.

"Are you still angry about last year's camp?" he suddenly asked and without even waiting for my answer, he annoyingly sighed. "I keep on telling you, I did not know."

"Who's saying it's about the camp?" I finally said.

And remember the camp thing? Yeah. It was my childhood friend. He stole – more like my date went off - my date from me and just like that I was left alone for the whole camp until now.

"Hey, we're still friends. I'm your childhood friend, you know." He said. "I don't know why am I getting this kind of treatment."

I gently punched his arm, "I told you, I'm not a bit angry about being a virgin or the camp."

Well, that's partly a lie too.

But it is true. I'm not angry at him. What I'm annoyed at is the repercussions after it happened. So, I was basically angry at myself.

"And here I thought you weren't coming." we were in the same room – coincidentally.

"Well... it just happened." I smiled.