The Story of Ours

Chapter 1

CHAPTER 1

"I-i like you..!!"

There I said it! For the very first time of my life. I confessed! I don't know what to make face at all! I don't know how to confessed. But as grandma earlier said...

6 hours ago...

He yawned and stretched his hands. He shivered in cold down to his neck to his spine and rubbed his hands on his jacket.

What day is it? Oh right! Today is Valentine's Day. And it's early in the morning. Also I need to set up our classroom because I am the president of our class.. Hope the vice president is there. 

Speaking of Valentine's day! I have this crush.. I mean I admired her for a very not long time. When I saw her first her that is when I got bullied and she even stood out for me. And thanks to her that I got a confidence.

Flashback...

"What a bast*rd!"  He punched the poor boy. He wore a school uniform that were dirtied because of the repeated kicks by the three boys standing in front of him. The one who speaked earlier was a bully, who has a poor remarks on their own school. The other two kids were just a sidekick. 

In this day, it is the first day he was transferred to the Highschool Academy because of the scholarship in his painting. The mayor was very fond of his painting and has no son, that's why he started to provide him a scholarship. The school is known in the field of painting. 

The school also have an elite students. They are the students who came from a big families. Some of them are good ones, but some are abusing their power to manipulate the other kids. The bully's name is Jorge Santin. His father is a worker in the famous company, Thorn Shoes Corporation. And it is better for not messing with them. The company sells shoes, obviously. They designed, crafted and selled the shoes in T.S.C. It became known for providing a good qualities of shoes. And their designs on the shoes were stunning and catchy in the customers eyes.

First day of school, he was bullied as soon as they laid their eyes on him. They make fun of him in the classroom when the teacher is gone. They said rubbish facts, saying that he is a lover of the one that provides him scholarship. Because he was the only one in his class that has scholarship. Among them, he is the only one who is not an elite students. Some have a family who has small business, and some came from different countries or a half-Filipino.

"Don't even think that your one of us, you penniless!" The other person said. Jaixell did nothing wrong. He was just a scholar. The mayor only wants to help him, is it his fault to become like that? They call themselves an elite where they came from being poor to wealthy.  Such a shame. He grinned when he thought of that. 

Jorge was at loss when he noticed that he was grinning. "Oi! What are you smiling about?!" He continued to punched him in the guts. Jaixell cried out in pain. He was about to cry when suddenly, a group of students came. His cannot stand anymore, he has a bruises on his right arm and his right abdomen. The students approached them. They looked  at Jorge as they were disgusted.

"I don't remember your father being the head manager in T.SC. in this area. Also my dad is one of the board of members. So I can just ask my dad to search for your dad's name." She stood his side like it always happened. She was basically an angel for him. She turned her head to him. 

"It's okay." She whispered. She was smiling to him and some of the students assist him. Jorge looked at them, he was hopeless. He decided to back off, but for the last time. He smirked thinking of what is he gonna do for comeback. For the time being, he will lay low so he cannot embarrassed his father. They left. Some students were talking on how they were cruel to him. The others were introducing themselves to Jaixell, but his focus were only on that girl. His eyes, ears and mind were full of that scene. Repeatedly, like the stuttering of a radio. That's were he gained friends and next day became the president for a year.

End of the flashback

"Grandma! Good morning!" He surrounds his hands to her shoulders. His grandmother, was the one who raised him when he was seven year old. Two years ago, his parents died inside of the hotel. There was a suicidal bomber. Also, it is their anniversary as a married couple. The bomber was having a depression and has no murder behind it. It is only a suicidal where he commit suicide with some people. 

There was no person who make it out alive and he was still a child back then. His relatives in both sides was the one who receive the money. And left only little. The business that his parents built was passed to his aunty, his mother's elder sister. And banished him from entering the business course or else, they will not suport him. Thinking that, he will stole the business from them, even tho it is from his from the start. They just stole it, but it doesn't matter as long as the business were still alive. He will be at ease.

But not long ago, his relatives cut off their contacts on him. He went to their houses but no one answered. And they doesn't support him anymore. The promises that they said to him, disappeared like a bubble. That's  when he went to his grandmother. His father's mother. His father were poor. He is the only son and only male in the family. And his father is also, in the field of painting. That's where he got his skills.

His mother's parents doesn't even care about them. Because of his father's status. They didn't accept them. So he didn't think about going to them. He was happy even though they were poor. As long as he has a family left. 

"My child, today is valentine's day... Happy Valentine's!" They both laughed. Thanks to the mayor who provided his scholarship. They will be not live this happy. They live in a small house in the big residents. The mayor was the one who said to them, to move there. His grandmother were knitting a scarf. It was a blue thread. The first thing that came to his mind was, it is a thank-you gift to the mayor. She is doing a business where all she does is sewing in a clothes store. 

In this time, she found a job and was doing so well. She can still do sewing, fifty eight years old. She is not that old. And as long as she can do it, she will. 

"Grandma, in my whole school year. I am first year you know... and.." He gulped. She stopped knitting and looked at him. "You see.. There's this girl that I admired, rather like. So I want to confessed to her. But you know, I'm a shy type of person.." He continued. His grandmother giggled. He was cute, like his father when he was in-love with someone.

"Do you like her? Then go for it. There's no one stopping you. If you like someone you need to gather courage to tell her." She answered. His eyes were suprised by her advice. He hugged her tightly. He was glad that she is the family that he can rely with. And vice versa. He will strive harder and pursue his dreams to become a paintor and have his grandma to experienced a luxury life. 

"Jaixell, you know that you will be late for school." She joked for the last time. He nodded and picked his bag. He closed the door after he said goodbye to his grandmother. This day is the day he will share his story. A story where they are ups and downs in his life. A story where he will find a person to bond with. A relationship with someone who will break through his doors. His name is Jaixell Fertuego, and his story starts right now.

Author's note

Hey guys! This story will be updated Saturday and Wednesday. Anyway, I hope you like it! 

The Story of Ours

by: Butsog_si_ako