LINKED HEARTS

CHAPTER 2

Chapter 2: FUTURE ARCHITECT

I received a lot of unwanted messages form anonymous person. I open them one by one before I will going to bed. I'm still sitting on my study table. It took me a lot of hours to finished my assignments and reviewing my notes for our quizzes tomorrow.

"It's already 1 o'clock in the morning but there are still awake huh? What's with them?" nagtatakang tanong ko sabay bukas ng mga mensahe na galing sa kanila.

Ang iba ay mga jejemon pa, ang iba naman ay mga nagpapadala ng mga kabaduyan nila saakin. I'm not really famous in our university but I think I'm a quite famous?

"Yeah because I'm the daughter of the university dean and my brother is a model."

If some of you guys want to know me better then, I'm a quite type of person. A lot of students think na masungit ako but the truth is hindi naman. Ayoko kase ng plastikan or masyadong nagsasalita. Maingat lang talaga ako sa mga salitang binibitawan ko.

"I'm a serious type to be exact."

I don't like someone joking around me, I don't like hearing about nonsense words and what I hated the most is when someone approach me when they want something from me.

"Alam niyo 'yong maalala at kakausapin ka lang kapag may kailangan sila tapos kapag wala hindi kana nila papansinin?"

Iba naman ay gusto lang makipag close sa akin dahil mangopya ng sagot tuwing my quiz o exam. Hindi naman sa pagdadamot but I'd like them to study hard if they want to survive college. Alam kong hindi ako ang lugi, dahil sila yun kaya hindi ko sila pinagbibigyan eh. It's okay for me to be hated by everyone and it's not okay for me to cause someone laziness.

Isa pa sa mga kinakainisan ko ay ang mga kaklase kong pabida-bida. Ayong mga kaklase nating ayaw at hindi gustong malamangan sa anong bagay sa loob ng silid aralan.

"Bakit kaya hindi nawawala yang mga pabida na may crab mentality nating mga kaklase no?"

I always got hated everytime I perfected my quizzes and exams. I did nothing wrong and seems like they were already see me as a murderer or a criminal for that.

"Do you think it's my fault if I am a studious and competitive person?"

Someone sent me a message that makes me wonder who he is.

From unknown number,

Hey, how are you? I hope you're doing good. Stay beautiful and please try to smile whenever you see me. I miss you and I'll still love you.

That message help me to recognize who is he. I hold my phone tighty trying release the unpleasant feelings.

He is a model too, a famous teen model. We used to be together when he was not famous but he became stranger to me when he did something, something that causes a hindrance in everything.

"It's better for me to sleep than to reply to his message. Tsk!"

I drop off the phone on the study table and jump on my bed. I cover my body with the thick feather blanket and turn off the light. The good thing about my room is controlled by a remote. I open the lamp shade and close my eyes.

***

"Good morning Vhastiana! Thank you for bringing me home last night. I'm sorry if you sleep late, my sister got a small pimple again. How sad."

I heard my brother is talking to me while sitting on the edge of my bed playing my hair.

"If you're suffering from mild hang over last night, please just go downstairs and order yaya to make you a cup of coffee or just any hot soup to lessen your hangover Vhastimousy! You're already ruining my day!" I yelled angrily while my eyes are still close.