Cliche (Love Series # 1)

s e v e n t y - f i v e

Varsity

(noun)

var·si·ty\ˈvär-sə-tē, -stē\

: the main team of a college, school, or club in a particular sport

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Third day of Senior's week and today's game is basketball and volleyball. Willmark's going to play today so we went together a bit early.

"Mom? Have you seen my red v-neck shirt?!" I shouted across the stairs.

"It's under your drawer!"

I look under my drawer and almost turn it upside down but it wasn't here. I yelled for my mom again and heard her stomping towards the stairs.

"Susmaryosep Jamie! Look with your eyes and not your mouth!" She said exasperatedly and rummage my drawer for a bit and pulled my red v-neck shirt. "See?!" She raised her  brows and shake her head before getting downstairs again.

Well, I was too agitated since Willmark's is on his way now, I really didn't have the time to carefully look under my drawers. After that fiasco, I quickly dressed myself and get down and take my sling bag, the one Willmark bought for me in our first anniversary.

It didn't take long for him to arrive here and I hopped in to his vehicle before waving my hands goodbye. We arrived at eight thirty, almost an hour early and he immediately changed into his familiar basketball shirt.

I just sat on the bleachers and watched them play and divert back to my phone. Minutes later, the gymnasium was once again filled with students and my friends arrived with some wearing different shades of red.

"Lhenard! Did you bring your Uno cards?" Trisha, one of my classmates whose great in braiding someone's hair asked.

"I did, let's play now!"

I watched my friends, even espe and Alex whose always on their phone reading move to Lhenard's group and decided to play. They must be super bored now.

Three hours and the game finished, now, it's our class turn to play, janmill moved forward and plastered tape on the back of their shirts, it's only to those players who don't have numbers on their back.

It's just a pity that the class were going to play against have two tall players with them and now, our class have lost will to win. They did do their best but you know, wasn't enough so we didn't win.

Besides, the players on the opposite side were great. Well, not really, the referee was someone whose close to this in the opposing team and we think that he purposely ignored the fouls being made by ge other team.

Now, it was time for Willmark's class to play. He was wearing a yellow and red basketball sleeveless shirt, his figure and skin was a great contrast against his teammates, eyes bright and without his familiar glasses.

He looks ready to win.

"Eh~ Jamie your bebe Willmark is playing?"

"No emil's playing" I said deadpanned at Jeline who have a sour face now.

"Yummy" I heard Emil saying and immediately turn towards his direction. "Char lang!" His hands were instantly up in the air.

"What Emil? Yummy? In fairness jamie, your bebe is indeed big" Kaye said making a slight innuendo while I replied frankly.

"Of course he's big"

My friends chuckled while Kaye raised her brows suggestively making me burst into laughter.

We watched the game and I marveled at his basketball skills, I knew that he's always part of the league and is always scouted because of it. Seeing him doing so well, it never fails to amaze me.

He was dribbling on the ball, his eyes sharp and his moves were swift and before I knew it, he already scored a point.

"Woo! Go Willmark!" I shouted at the top of my lungs amidst the shouts and slapping of plastic bottles.

I think Willmark heard me amidst the noisy environment and look up just in time to see me standing there with a smile on my face. He grinned back and fortunately I stop the squeal that was seconds away from bursting out of my lips.

Willmark's class won and I think my throat was so sore at the end of the game.

Seniors week was pretty much the same as two years ago, it was boring and at the same time exciting basically our moods were influenced whenever our class is playing or it's an intense game.
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After seniors week ended, our graduation practice is the last thing we'll do and then everything is finished.

Seven years ago I was still that naive, short tempered high schooler, first time stepping into puberty with a crazy mood and now, I'm going to step into adulthood.

My classmates have already decided on their courses as well as I, my choice is to take psychology, I know such a big course to take. I have taken a liking on psychology though I'm still not sure if I can pass the test.

I'm planning on going to University of Rizal system in Morong since the course I like is in there plus Willmark also plans to attend university there.

Now I'm going to experience becoming college couples then, it must be wonderful. We'll be adults and bear more responsibility then we'll take on tasks that adults are doing and will probably suck or not.

"What are you thinking?" Willmark suddenly popped out and pop a bite size apple from his mouth.

"Thinking of the future"

He smiled and peck my cheeks before saying. "Our future?" Then he grin cheekily while I pinched his bulging cheeks.

Tomorrow's the practice graduation march and our class decided to have our last celebration on the last day of practice. Our adviser would definitely teared up, she's the teacher that we most love and look up to and we want to celebrate our last days with her.

"Stay with me?"

I pretended to think and with a hand on my chin, I look at him and hum in response. His eyes held anticipation making his eyes look particularly shiny.

"Jamie" he whined and even held my arm and hugged it, he also refused to release it making me chuckle.

I look into his eyes, this is the man that I love, the future is still uncertain and there are times where I would feel insecure and angry towards him. But there's one thing for sure, this man is the person I truly love in this present.

"Always"

Notes:

• Morong, officially the Municipality of Morong, is a 2nd class municipality in the province of Rizal, Philippines.
• Susmaryosep, exclamation of fear, surprise, etc. (short for: Jesus, Maria, Joseph!)
• Char lang, In English word that you can hear from a lowly person in the street or everywhere. Or word that composed by a person or group . You can also say it in a shorter way. “Char” Charot can stand as “Joke” or “I'm just kidding"

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