Margaux was making me miserable.
I can't concentrate on the class neither take down some notes in Asian Civilization. I still can't believe that we meet again. I though she just showed up in Alcott these previous days.
Staring at her eyes, observing how she talked amusingly, seeing her hair messed by the air, touching her hands earlier was the –
“MR. ANDERSON!,” Prof. Brig shouted my name. What the heck was wrong with this lame old man? So I stood up and faced him.
“Are you daydreaming on my class?”
Daydreaming? Me? Well, yes. Just a little.
“No sir, I-I was just having a hard sleep last night.”
“Okay, sit down.”
Wew. That was close.
The bell rang and I hurriedly escaped the school. I hate everyone in school. They always chit-chat around, girls are flirting with those stupid boys and there are many annoying people plus the teachers. And of course, I don't want to be late on my own celebration. My cousins sent me a message last night that they will be coming home.
I really love to walk. For me, it was quite relaxing. I hate riding transports especially when my destination is just feets away. While walking, I saw Thia kissing her mom's cheeks, probably she was been going somewhere. I approached her by waving and good thing she noticed me.
“Drake, Happy Birthday,” she said in a loud voice, hugging me tightly and of course, I hugged her back. Thia was my one and only friend. We are great friends since childhood. We consider each other a family. We don't have any feelings for each other. We're just really good friends. No more, no less.
“Thanks. How did you know?,” scratching my head.
“Are you crazy? I know you from head to toe already, Drake. I know everything about you. Your most embarrasing moment, your likes and dislikes, your favorite teacher, your first crush, your --”
“Thia! Enough!”
“Ha-ha! So is there a celebration?”
I gave her a nod. “Really? Can I go?”
“Of course,” the she smiled and starts to discussed her new dress to me, new hair color, new make-up and everything about girl's stuffs. I kinda understand her because she doesn't have a sister to talk this to.
When silence filled our conversation, I find a chance to ask her if she knows Margaux.
“Do you have a friend named Margaux?”
“What? Who's that? Ha-ha. No. I don't.”
“Just a friend.”
A friend that I would like to be my girlfriend.
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Novela Juvenil"Drake, I don't know if this was right. Loving you, after all, is the best thing that ever happened to me. When we're together, I feel like something moving creatures on my stomach and if we're apart, I can't seem to get you out of my mind. Drake, y...
