Just Another Girl To You

Twenty Eight

•A month later...•

"We barely see each other anymore..." I whined to Jaz on our second monthsary.

"Yeah, but it's okay, it'd be okay again soon."

It was intramurals season again, and of course, I joined cheering. I've been in cheering since I was six years old, and it was a record I kept.

So I didn't only have my academics to deal with, I also had basketball practices and games, there were cheering practices and several dress rehearsals, to be topped off by meetings, trainings, and preparations for the annual Bivouac, which was headed by us, the CAT officers.

Whew, talk about busy.

With that being said, it was evident that I didn't have time after class, sometimes it got so hectic that I even got pulled out during school hours to settle things, giving me practically no time to hang out with Jaz, or any other people outside of those activities.

He was understanding and supportive through it all, in his own way.

I had some free time every now and then, but those weren't spent with Jaz either, since he'd usually be playing basketball, even if there were no trainings whatsoever.

I was understanding for the first handful of times, since I didn't want to be a bitch about it, and I knew that all the lack of time was mostly because of me, but it got really frustrating when he's start making plans with me then he'd "forget" or say that "he has to play" or that "he was busy, let's do it next time instead."

I mean, I barely had time, and I was rejecting other invitations and offers for you, then you'd just shrug me off and tell me that "we should just go next time" ?

Ugh.

I didn't tell him anything then. And looking back on it now, I don't know why.

Keeping it a secret from him just made me feel bad, feel as if I was only his second priority, right after basketball, his first.

In hindsight, I guess I should've told him then, to prevent any future disagreements about it.

***

Potato: I'm sorry, I love you Potatooo!!!

Potato? Yeah, we decided on calling each other potato a few weeks ago.

I have this thing about potatoes, they're like my favorite plant/vegetable/root crop/carb source ever. I got a bit hung up on the word "potato", and I kept saying it over and over, usually for no reason, till I accidentally called Jaz "Potato" and we settled on it as a pet name for each other.

Going back to the story; I think he finally noticed my unease with our conflicting schedules and our constant fights. He'd apologize and often promise to make it up to me, but so far, it's all just words and empty oaths.

***
•December 17th•

With the bivouac over and done with four days ago, I was tanned and tired, but ready to kick ass in cheering rehearsals.

Practices got intense, and intrams was tomorrow, only to be followed by the Christmas party.

We didn't get to hang out at all now, so whenever I had free time, I'd be going out with Ina, whom I got a bit close to by then.

We had our final blocking in the morning, and fitted our costumes in the afternoon.

(If I hadn't previously mentioned, I was with the Bears again, for my second year in a row, and I didn't mind since I liked the color blue.)