Detention with Ms. Lim was totally so not fun.
Even with Herena’s accompany, it’s still pretty much unbearable since she didn’t let us to talk.
At all.
So we were both very, very happy when the clock strike 4pm.
I guess very, very happy doesn’t explain the amount of happiness I felt that time.
I was so happy that I almost jumped for joy.
Okay. That didn’t sound so different.
“You girls may go.” Ms. Lim finally said.
“Yes. Finally. Escape from hell.” I cheered internally.
“Hey. How are you going home?” Herena asked when we stepped out of the detention room.
“Not sure. Maybe I’ll take a bus or something.” I shrugged.
“You know the way?” Herena asked.
“Hell. Actually, I don’t. I forgot to check the bus route and everything yesterday. But nevermind, I’ll figure it out myself anyway.” I answered.
Well, I could take the bus back home, then to his house. That would be fine.
“Well…I guess you don’t have to now.”
“Huh?”
Then Herena pointed to the figure walking towards us.
My heart pounded fiercely, threatening to pop out of it’s place.
“Why is he here?” I muttered to myself.
“Hi Herena, hi Chelsea.” Arron greated as he stood in front of us.
“Hi and bye, Arron. Bye Chelsea.” Herena replied politely, figuring that she should leave now.
“Bye.” Arron and I both said in unison.
And then he chuckled embarrassingly.
“Let me fetch you home.” He said, shooting me a dazzling smile of his.
“How’d you know?” I heard my lips respond.
“I guessed.” He answered with a grin.
And I stood there, looking at him blankly.
Why is he being so nice to me?
“Let’s go now.” Arron said, breaking my trail of thoughts.
And then he took my hand and held it tightly in his as we walked out of the school.

The moment we were out of the school,
I felt his hand let loose of his grip, trying to shrug itself out of mine.
“Let go.” He ordered.
I obeyed him and unwillingly loosen my grip on his hand.
“It’s just a charade. He’s just acting.” I chided myself.
“Not like I like to hold yours very much.” I replied arrogantly.
No matter how much I would like for it to be real, I had to face reality.
I waited for his response, but there were none.

“If my mom asks you about yesterday night, you know what to say, don’t you?” Arron asked.
“Yes.” I nodded my head.
Why didn’t he acknowledge the fact that his mom is my mom?

And that was the only conversation we made during the whole journey in the car back home.

As we entered Arron’s land, I gasped in awe.
The magnificence of his place never fails to take my breath away.
He winded down the window as we passed by his house, on the way to his garage.
Just as I always loved.
I glanced at him.
He remembers.
And my heart leaped for joy.
I allowed a smile to form out of my lips and closed my eyes, taking a deep breath, enjoying the unpolluted air you only get high up in the mountain range. The type that would calm your nerves down everytime and everywhere.
His action brought our memories back into my mind.
.
.
.
“Where are we going?” I asked innocently as he drove his car up a hill almost as tall to be classified as a mountain.
“My house.” He replied, smiling.
“On a mountain?!” I choked out.
“Mhm.” He nodded his head.
“Chelsea.”
“Yeah?”
“I farted.”
“What?” I exclaimed.
“Oh no. It’s starting to smell.” I mumbled, one hand fanning my nose to keep the smell away, another hand fumbled for the window’s button.
“It’s stinks. What did you eat for lunch?” I asked agitatedly, smacking him on his arm.
“Hey! I’m driving!” He chided.
“The air is fresh up here.” I commented, in as much air as I could.
“See? At least me farting did you…”

Suddenly, I felt the car jerk to a stop, breaking my thoughts.
My eyes fluttered open in shock.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, concerned, “Is something wrong?”
Receiving no response from Arron, I turned to look at him.
He was focused on the road ahead of him.
“What are you looking…” I asked as I turned to look.
A girl was standing in front of his car, her arms held open, eyes tightly shut.
And then she slowly opened her eyes, raised her right arm, and pointed at me.
“Hussy.” She screamed.
I stared blankly at her.
“Did she…did she just call me a…a hussy?” I stuttered.
“Why?” I mouthed.
“Because you stole Arron from me.” She accused.
“I stole Arron from you?” I repeated incredulously.
I turned to study Arron’s face.
It was…blank.
We both stared at Arron for years, when he finally spoke.
“Go away, Lorla.” He ordered that girl.
And then he drove off.

Lorla?
This name rings a dim bell.
“Oh, you dumbbell.” My mind scolded, “She’s Arron’s first love. They got together again after you both broke up.”
“Hey, mind. Dumbbell isn’t used like that.” My brain argued.
“Shut up, brain. You’re not being constructive here.”
“And you’re being grammatically wrong here. What a disgrace.”
“Oh, both of you, just shut up.” I scolded.
What did Lorla mean when she said I ‘stole’ Arron’s heart when his heart had always been with her all along?
I am confused. Seriously confused.