Chappie 3

As the times goes by, now the winter arrived. Without realizing that the time goes by too fast.

I sat, alone, in my class. It was just me, stayed in the class. I took the books out and began to study.  As I took out my book, I felt something on my head, in a second, my jacket was full of flour.

“Hey, did you realize, who are you? Do you even know your place?” Jessica took my book and tear it page by page. My tears started to flow out. Why did this happen to me? What did I do wrong?

A second later, I felt something cold flowing from my head, then I was all wet.

“That’s what you get, Girls, I bet we we’re going to cook something, get the ingredients, guys!” Jessica told the girls, there are three of them. I can’t do anything. I know that I’m weak. I have no strength to fight with them. But do I have to be treated like this? I cried a lot.

The girls went out then came in with something in their hands,

“Come on. Stand up!” Jessica grabbed my collar and pushed me down until I fell on the ground. She kicked the desk and chairs around me. Then all of them surrounded me,

I felt something hit me on the head, then on my hand, and on my back. They kept on throwing eggs at me. I was crying out loud. I can’t stand this. I tried to stand up, but Jessica kicked me. Then they threw the flour on my body and my head.

“You think you’re great?! Hah! You gotta be kidding me! You think you are strong enough having that guy as your black night?!” Jessica pulled my hair and wiped the flour on my face.

“You should go around with this face! It’s better than the original one, don’t you think so?” She grabbed my chin and looked at into my eyes with a smirk plastered on her face. Then she pushed me down.

The girls just looked at me, while smirking. All of them were happy while watching me crying? Was it a great thing?

“I don’t want to do this. But I think I have to since I got no choice if you keep on acting like you’re better than me.” After she said that, I can’t see anything with a clear view. I felt the pain on my head, when I touch it, I saw blood on my hand and everything turned black.

I tried to open my eyes, my head felt hurt, I touched my head, and the blood on my hand. I try to stand up, but I was not balance because I felt a little dizzy, that caused to hold the desk beside me as a support to keep me standing.

As I looked around me, everything was messy. With the flour and eggs on the floor. I started to cry as I realized what was happening. I closed my eyes, and tried to forget what had happened. I took a deep breath and wiped my cheeks.

I arranged all the desks and the chairs to the original place. Clear the floor, collected the pages of my book that was ripped by Jessica and put it on my desk. After everything was done, I sat on my place.

Tried to remember what have I done, that caused everybody to hate me. Am I that bad? Is it bad to be friend with? Is it wrong to have a friendship with anyone? Why they keep bothering me? Am I a bad kid?

I’ve tried! I tried to keep myself away from other people! I’ve already tried to make them satisfied. Why?! I kept on crying and crying as I put my head on the table. I closed my eyes, trying to act like nothing happen. Everything was fine.

I slipped on my pocket, wait! No! Don’t tell me that I left my MP under my desk. I tried to search on other pocket, I opened up my bag and searched for it. But it was not there!

Ugh, not again. This is the fifth time, I have to go back to my class to get that little thing. Seriously, I just can’t live without my MP. It is the most precious thing in my life. Except for my family .. and her.

I walked back to the school. The gate was closed, so I walked to the back of the school, and climbed the wall. That was not a new thing for me. I’ve already done it before .. and this wall remember me of her. I touched the wall, and closed my eyes, trying to remember the last moment I spent with her. My tears started to fall, but I held it in. And began to walk to my class.

As I reached my class, the light was on. It was bright. Who was it? So I walked to my class, as slow as I can, didn’t want to make that person notice of my presence. I took a peek on the window, and I saw a girl, crying, alone.

I got into the class slowly and I walked toward the girl. I was shocked when I realized who was that girl. The girl that make my heart … flutter.

Her jacket and her hair was full with the eggs, and flour. I sat on knees, and cleaned her hair with my hands. What happened to her? Why did she become like this? Who did this to her?

She lift up her head and looked at me. Her face was full of flour and tears keep flowing out on her cheeks. I smiled, and wiped her face with my hands. I pulled her into a hug. I hug her tightly as she cried out on my shoulder. I closed my eyes, I felt the pain in my heart. It’s hurt, it’s painful.

The tears started to flow out from my eyes. It was really hurt to see her crying. It was like, my heart was stabbed with a sharp knife, and the pain won’t  … disappear.

I kept on crying, and I felt someone was tapping my head. I lift up head, and I was surprised when I saw who was it. He looked me in the eyes, then he smiled. That smile, I miss that smile. My tears keep flowing out. A second later, I was in his embrace.

I closed my eyes, and cried out. It was hurt. It was hurt and painful to be treated like this! He tapped on my hair, slowly, trying to comfort me. Trying to make me calm. I can’t help but to let go all my tears.

“Why.. ?” I heard him .. he was … crying. I broke off the hug, I wiped my tears and looked at him, I smiled. Never thought that he was here, in front of me, hugging me. Slowly, I put my hands on his cheeks, wiped his tears with my hands.

“Is it a dream?” I smiled while still looking at him. He held my hands that was on his cheeks, and closed his eyes.

“No.” He said. I smiled and pulled him into a hug. I hugged him, tightly. I felt the heat of his body, then I realized that I was not dreaming. I can smell his scent. I was grateful that he was there, hugging me. I was grateful that I still can see his angelic face, touch his face, feel the heat of his body, smell  his scent.

“ Thank you.” I whispered . Tears started to fill up my eyes.

He broke of the hug, and wiped my tears with his thumb as he smiled.

“Don’t cry, my little baby boo.” He wiped my tears with his hand. That nickname, he still remember that name. It is the nickname that he gave me when we first met. He is the only one that call me by that name. I chuckled.

“Don’t worry, it’s tears of happiness.” I smiled. He stood up and grabbed my hand. He dragged me out of the class and went to the nearest sinks.

Kris turned up the tap and clean off all the dirt on my clothes and my hair. I looked on the ground. He lift up my chin, and cleaned my face with his hands. I smiled. I couldn’t believe that everything will turn out like this.

Kris smiled.

“Thank you.” I looked at him while walking.

“For what?” He was walking with his hands in his pocket.

“For being with me. For still remember me. For still protecting me. For still keep me in your heart.” I answered without looking at him as I continue to walk.

He grabbed my hand to stop. I looked at him. He let go a sigh and cupped my face with his hands.

“Remember this, I’ve never left you and I will never leave you. I always remember you, every seconds, I will protect you no matter what happens, and you never left my heart. You always in my heart and forever will stay in my heart.” He said while brought my hand to his chest. I can feel the beats of his heart.

“I will.” I smiled.

We kept on walking until we reached the subway station.

“Let’s stop here. I will walk by myself. Thank you for accompany me.” I stopped and smiled as I looked at him.

“Are you sure?” He asked

“Yea, don’t worry about me. I got to go. Bye.” I waved at him as I walked off. He smiled.

My heart was unease. It kept  telling me to follow her. Worry if something might happen to her since it’s already night.

I followed her from afar. Until I reached an old and small house. I was shocked. Did she live in that house? Seems like nobody is home. Where is her brother? And her mom?

What happened to them? Don’t tell me , she is living in that house … alone.

It was my fault. If I didn’t leave her, this will never happen. She will never feel this kind of pain. Why? Why she didn’t tell me? Why did she stay quiet?

‘I’m sorry, for leaving you.’

I didn’t hate her. It was just .. I was mad. If I knew that it was not her fault, I will never ever left her.

I knew that everything happened because of Jessica. I know that it was not her fault. The article was fake. I regretted it.

 Why I keep acting like I don’t know anything?  Because I’m not ready to tell her.  I just … want to tell her .. that she .. that I .. I ..

 liked her. 

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