Lessons. Dear lessons.
I hate lessons.
Damn. Can't wait for the bell to ring.
"Fernando Amorsolo, one of the important artist in the history of painting, is from the Philippines."
Darn right.
*Riiiing*
This fucking bell learned to tease me.
I immediately gathered all my things and put it inside my bag and raced towards the door. The door is crowded by my classmates.
Damn Turtleheads.
I pushed my way through and immediately went through the school quadrangle waiting for Fred.
After a few minutes of waiting, I spotted Fred walking towards me.
"What took you so long you turtlehead." I asked.
He laughed.
"What's with you!" I asked. Annoyed.
"Do you have a bad day huh?" He asked.
"Yeah. Maybe" I replied, uncertain.
"What's the reason?" He asked.
This boy knows me too well.
"uhm...uhh-" I replied not knowing how to answer.
"Is it about the dream again?" He asked.
"uhm. Yeah" I replied.
He face palmed.
"You know what?" He replied.
Shit.
"Forget about that dream." He finished.
Thank the heavens.
"You okay?" He asked.
"yeah. why?"
"You look pale." He replied.
"Thought your gonna explode." I replied relieved.
"I explode when it is necessary and annoying." He replied.
Moments of silence.
"Helloooo Guys!" a voice beamed behind Fred.
"Fuuuck!" Fred shrieked half cursed.
He choked Summer playfully.
"Next time don't ever do it again Summer." Fred reminded her sternly.
Summer know when Fred is angry when he uses her name instead of her nickname.
"Yeah mister." She replied.
"So Fred? About her." I asked Fred.
"About what?" He asked.
"About her. You know..." I replied knowingly.
His face immediately paled.
"Oh... Nathalia we have history together. And she keeps on calling me every discussion and I hate it." He said.
Nathalia is a 2nd year college student who is head over heels for Frederick. And Summer don't know it yet. Because we knew a week after the first day of classes which was last week. It means we knew for 7 days already..
"Who's Nathalia?" Summer asked curiously.
"Nathalia is a 2nd year college student who. is. head. over. heels. to Frederick." I emphasized the last 7 letters of the sentence.
"Glad you have one admirer little RiRi." Summer cooed Frederick.
Frederick blushed.
"Maybe you can ask her out for a date." I suggested.
The two stared blankly at me like I suggested dating a beluga whale.
"uhh... Maybe I'll pass." He replied.
He trudged towards the gate Summer following after him a glint of sadness in her eyes.
I don't know what's the meaning of it.
Are they keeping a secret to me?
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A.N.
Here's the update! Hope you like it!
~Anna
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Tragedy
Short StoryWho knew foretelling dreams are true? And BROKE the undying friendship of Therese and Frederick who were unseparable since childhood.
