The Guy Who Made Me New

Chapter 4: Tingling Sensation

Maxwell Rohan

It's been actually two weeks already since the academic year had started, and today's the third one.

I'm here, sitting in my chair, doing nothing but staring at my own uniform while waiting for our teacher.

Noong junior high, our uniform is a simple, semi fitted, plain white polo without a pocket, a black with yellow green slant stripes necktie, a black pants, and a leather black shoes. Required din na tucked-in yung polo. Sa girls naman ay semi fitted collared blouse, a black with yellow green slant stripe ribbon, a black common skirt but is three to four inches above the knee, a two inched black shoes, and a long black socks.

Ngayon naman sa senior years namin, medyo naging mas formal looking. Both girls and boys now wears long sleeve white polo topped with a black coat with three yellow green buttons on the side. Ganon pa rin naman yung pants at skirt and yung ribbon at necktie.

To be honest, I'm not a huge fan of our uniform. Masyadong mainit sa pakiramdam dahil sa uri ng klima dito sa Pilipinas. Buti na lang at may dalawang AC kada room kaya di dama ang init basta nasa loob lang ng rooms.

Kanina pa kami dito ni Precious sa room dahil maaga kaming pumasok. Early in the morning, the room's quite noisy due to my clasmates' nonsense chitchats. Buti na lang at abala si Precious sa pagbabasa ng pocket book kaya tikom ang bibig niya. Dahilan kaya kahit papaano ay payapa ang isip ko despite the environment inside our classroom.

Sa maraming araw na lumipas, ni minsan ay hindi na sumabay si Adam sa amin ni Precious tuwing lunch break. Hindi na rin niya ako ginambala sa virtual social world. What happened two weeks ago is the first and last, hindi na nasundan at mukhang hindi na rin masusundan. Hopefully. Tsk.

I'm not that numb to not notice that he's quite distant to me. Maybe I hurt his feelings, but who cares? Truth hurts and that's an obvious fact that everyone should learn to accept for that's reality. Truth is reality and lies are nothing but a fantasy that makes people blind.

Nagsabi lang naman ako ng totoo sa kanya. Desisyon niya na 'yon kung lalayo siya o hindi, kung masasaktan siya o hindi. It's also up to him if he'll kept on pestering me. Who knows, I might give him a chance. A chance to know each other and build a friendship. Eh lumalayo siya. Okay lang naman since that's what I want firsthand.

I don't know, most of the time kapag ayaw ko ayaw ko talaga. Hindi talaga ako interesadong makipagkilala. Pero sa kanya, there's something in me that's saying na I should know him and that I can trust him. Which is weird dahil kung ano ang sinasabi ko sa una, hanggang dulo pinaninindigan ko na. Pero sa kanya, nagdalawang isip ako kung paninindigan ko ba ang pagtaboy sa kanya.

Minsan kapag nagkakasalubong kami sa pinto, siya na nagpaparaya at nagpapauna sa akin na dumaan. Minsan nahuhuli ko siyang nakatitig sa akin with quite mixed emotions in his eyes.

Naalala ko, kinabukasan matapos ang pagtawag niya sa akin, pumasok siya na casted yung right arm niya and may ilang bruises siya sa mukha. I heard na nakuha raw niya 'yon mula sa motor accident. Siguro dahil nga nakainom siya eh tinamaan ng antok kaya natiyempohan ng aksidente. Ngayon, halos wala nang bakas ang mga galos niya sa mukha at tinanggal na rin yung cast niya since minor fracture lang naman yata, though medyo di pa rin normal yung movements ng right arm niya based on my observations. Don't get me wrong, I just have keen eyes. Well, I also think that he looks hotter and more handsome with his bruises on. Eh? The f! Cringe, cringe, cringe!