Expedition towards Success

Chapter 10

This chapter is dedicated to my cat, Oreo, who just passed away this midnight. So basically, this chapter was written by me while literally crying. I don't know if the product of the gloomy me was a positive outcome. Nevertheless, I'll just edit this when I feel better.

"It's going to be alright, Wendy. Trust me." I told her.

We were at the library. Right after Wendy got scolded; she left the classroom and didn't attend the whole class anymore. Now that it's our break time, I texted her asking where is she. So we went here.

She's not saying anything. She's just silently crying then wiping her tears off.

I was sitting beside Wendy, slightly facing her. She's just staring in front, though. Matthew was also with us.

He's just sitting on the opposite chair of mine and observing us.

I tapped her back gently, "Wendy..."

She didn't respond. Tears continued to flow from her eyes.

"Did you know, before I entered law school, I researched for the possible scenarios that I might encounter once I'm already studying here." I paused. She looked attentive and listening although she was not looking at me.

"One of those scenarios was the terror teachers who will embarrass us in front of the whole class. Those who will humiliate us, mortify us to the point that they will belittle our capabilities. But little did we know, those hurtful words that wound us today, will mold us to become a stronger and tougher individual designed for our tomorrow." I smiled.

In my peripheral vision, I saw Matthew puckered his lips to suppress a smile. Wendy's eyes darted on me as her expression softened. Relief suffused her features.

I caressed her arm tenderly, "Sooner or later, we will just laugh and make fun of these kind of moments of ours. We will even express gratitude to our teachers for putting us down and saying those critical remarks because they persuade us to study harder and prove them wrong."

Wendy drew in a long breath. Her mouth curved into a smile but another tear flowed down from her eyes. She embraced my arm.

I chuckled, "Will you give this up?"

She shook her head.

"Great. Now, fix yourself because we'll go get that Atty. before our names."

We returned to our room with Wendy. Matthew helped us find a chair for her and carried it as well. He placed her chair at the vacant space at the back, beside the chair of the man I bumped into before; which was also the man whom Wendy had a row with.

The time passed quickly and of course consumed by the never ending calling of surnames and recitations.

When the class was dismissed, Matthew and I had a quick quarrel about the going home together thing.

"I said it's settled. I'll wait for you and we'll go together." He said with finality.

I just rolled my eyes at him and looked at Wendy's direction as she arranged her things.

I noticed her obvious annoyance and irritation to something I don't know.

"Are you alright?" I asked. Matthew was already beside me; my things were in his hold.

"I hate law school." She furiously muttered while her arms were across her chest.

Matthew chuckled, "You're not alone."

Wendy threw her arms downwards and harshly stepped his feet to the ground numerous times.

"I hate law school! I hate the teachers! I hate the recitations! I hate the legal terms! I hate Susan! And I. Hate. My. Seatmate!"

My mouth formed an "o" when I realized what was her rage for. The corner of Matthew's lips turned up.

While we were walking, Wendy continuously ranted about her seatmate.

"You know what? He doesn't even look appealing! His name's Jonathan? That's so plain, ordinary and unattractive! How dare he ignore me? Did he think that I like him and I was begging for his attention?" She scoffed.

"As if he has that striking look!" She added.

Matthew and I were just silently listening to her sentiments.

Honestly speaking, Jonathan is one of those law students whom you may label as eye-catching. He's stunning without even trying, resembling the alluring beauty of this man beside me.

I bit my lip to stifle a giggle when Wendy still went on raving Jonathan.

"Do you like him?" I casually spurted out.

She looked at me surprisingly but immediately looked away.

"W-what? What are you talking about, Andy?"

I tilted my head to the side and let her be.

When we reached the library, Wendy told us that she won't also be going home yet and she'll just join us.

Great, these people maybe think I'm playing here.

"This is beautiful! I want to have these, too!" She exclaimed when we arrived at my table and saw my name plate on top of the table.

Matthew walked straight and went to the bookshelves. I saw him took a book and found a seat for him.

I was disturbed in observing Matthew when Wendy pulled my hair.

"Ah!"

"Ah!" She imitated, mimicking my face exaggeratingly. "Is Matthew your boyfriend, huh? Why didn't you tell me? How long have you been together? Andy!"

I rolled my eyes. Now, I was the one who pulled her hair.

"Ouch!"

"He's not my boyfriend."

She slowly nodded while pouting.

"I'm not lying!"

Wendy wiggled his eyebrows, "I didn't say anything."

I pinched her tummy and shushed her. I started to do my tasks.

She stayed in my place and constantly bothering me with either her opinion about Jonathan or her giggles for Matthew and I.

After a few hours of encoding, I saw Wendy's head tucked on the table and comfortably sleeping. I looked for Matthew and saw him reading a book, fighting his lethargy.

I pouted and gently patted Wendy's shoulder. I spent a moment on waking her up and when she finally did, we both went to Matthew and asked him to go home.

We made our way to the parking lot. Wendy was talking nonstop.

When we got there, she bid her good bye, "Bye lovers!"

I shook my head and Matthew bit his lower lip.

"Don't listen to her. Let's go?" I said and he nodded. He opened the front seat's door for me and my brows lifted in return.

The ride was smooth. We talked about school stuffs and random things when he suddenly opened the topic.

"Andrea, whenever you need someone, I trust that you won't hesitate to approach me." He seriously uttered.

I smiled, "I'm sure, thank you."

I arrived home and saw my father sitting alone in the living room. I greeted him and I was about to go upstairs when he called me.

"Andrea."

I faced him.

"I know you heard me and your mom fighting earlier." He started.

I remained standing and unresponsive.

"You heard what I've said. Don't disappoint me."