Two Weeks Of Love

Introducing Jessica Lorres

He was right there in front of me, but he just brushed past my shoulders and I acted like he was just a stranger when anyone who was observant enough would know, I, Jessica Lorres, had a tiny crush on the Korean Singaporean guy who had an angel voice and was older than me by a year. I kept thinking to myself every day that I was too young for all this love nonsense. But you can’t stop this girl when she goes vroom. After my distraction of him, my mind goes hyperactive. I would get an urge to hug someone, boy or girl; and I knew just who to do that to. His name was Andrew, Andrew Tan. He was tall, cream and ruddy complexion that would sometimes go red and had a coconut hairstyle. It was only that year when I was Primary 5 that I got to know him, he sat in front of me; he was a kind of guy that was like any other boy in Shan Xing Primary, he liked soccer but was no good or bad at it, good at running. We never noticed each other till that year; I’ve always thought that if I had that kind of friend he would be out of my league. But then I saw him next to Cali, my best friend since Primary One, same race, different age but same level. They were talking and I kind of built up the courage to crawl up to his ear and whisper, “Hi~,” so that he would step away and get scared. I had that kind of way of making friends of any gender, “Oh my god! What’s wrong with you?!” He just fell down laughing, while shouting insults. For that kind of first time meeting, like always, I say that his guard was down and that he should have kept it up. Cali was just eating that delicious chicken chop rice with mashed potatoes and gravy all over, I got hungry but the line was way too long to order. I like to call that move: The Ice Breaker.

Soon after I pull that move, they usually call me creepy or molester and the names go on. But they soon get used to it and are casual but cautious in my holy presence, that move worked on Andrew, believe it or not, and he isn’t as high profile as you’d think he would be, despite his looks, he was just one of those funny guys that are afraid of me. Step by step I step up the social status. And find that people that I used to look up to or admire were now just a bunch of people that were good at soccer or volleyball. After learning how to break personal boundaries, I make girlfriends of my own. 

The next year, I got to know Nur Alia, she was that tomboyish kind of girl that was friends with boys everywhere, I soon got influenced by her and hung out, and not that she was a bad influence we just like to hang out with the other guys and talk about school things. My grades were proving to be promising, worked hard, paid the fees, and did all the homework and E- Learning. 

That year, my dear crush was gone, he was at a secondary school somewhere, I don’t know. All my friends that I trusted know who I liked, even my ex-crush Jake Angelo, Filipino, just like me. He used to be my height but now he’s shorter than me. He knew about it, kind enough not to tell, which I thought was nice because he used to be mean to me. Because my crush, Jay, was a vice prefect and Jake was a prefect, too.  I thought I would have forgotten Jay by now, but I guess his face was hard to forget.

One day, at school, I was at the back with the thirteen year old Primary Six girl at 6.39 in the morning because we liked it early. We just took out a ball and played volleyball because we were bored, all equipment was at the back of the hall so it was easy being Primary Six because we were all the way back at the hall and no one was here yet because assembly was at 7.45. “Eh! Do you still like Jay?” I looked at the rainbow peppermint ball and thought for a while, “I don’t think so,” as I hit the ball with my forearm and squeezed my shoulders “Why? What happened?” she misses by a bit and drops the ball. She turns around to get it, I shout as the hall was almost like the amphitheater, “He’s gone now, he’s older than me, I don’t think he knows I even exists,” well, frankly, yes he knows I exist but he just knows my face on that tiny Instagram dot that he follows among the six hundred that he does. As I say that sentence, a Primary 5 girl joins us and asks us to versus her on a casual game, my watch was in my pocket and my arms starts to ache but I was having fun.