Victoria (or V, as most of her friends call her) is your typical "girl next door". She's 17 years old and is currently on her last year of high school. Being as insecure as she is, she isn't able to acknowledge how smart she really is and tends to m...
I couldn't stop noticing that he has a piercing on his bottom lip and the clothes he's wearing are mostly dark. All except his jacket, denim blue. He has this friendly smile across his face, but I have this feeling deep down telling me he's not someone who I can trust.
"That's Lucas." Benny points to the door, interrupting my thoughts.
"You know him?"
"Sit wherever you like Lucas and welcome to the class", Miss Anne says, once again stopping Benny from saying what she wanted to say.
I hate having my questions unanswered. My curiosity explodes even more and it annoys me.
While he closes the door and looks for a place in the room to sit, our eyes meet. His eyes tell me he's a sweet and calm guy, which is the complete opposite of what his appearance in general appeals to. I quickly look away, but I can see him smiling softly from the corner of my eyes.
What the hell just happened? Did I just check him out? No, no, no. This can't happen. I won't even look at him again. I can't and I don't want to. Let's focus on school, that's what's important.
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The class proceeds with no other surprises. When the bell rings, I let out a breath of relief. I could really use some fresh air.
"Should we go oustide?" Asks Benny.
"Yes, please. Let me just grab something to eat. Since i had only a sample of a real breafast I'm starving.
The few seconds it too for me to loo through my bag to grab some food was the same exact few seconds it took Alex to come to us. The weird thing is there's someone else with him. Lucas.
It feels like my heart stops beating for a few seconds. What do you mean Alex knows him?? And Benny too?? What is going on? Have I been sleeping under a rock or something?
I'm brought back to reality when I feel his gaze upon me.
"Victoria this is Lucas. Lucas this is V." I throw a glance at by best friend after this subtle introduction she just made. I'm not really fond of the name she introduced me with. I don't even know the guy and he's already going to call me V? Don't think so, he's got to earn my trust first.
"I didn't know you were best friend's with my best friend' girlfriend." He says, laughing at the whole irony of the situation. Small world.
While he speaks, my thoughts go back in time. More specifically, exactly before class started. Kind of like a dejá vu. I know this voice from somewhere. Oh my god, it's him. He was the one who was calling me before.
"It was you." The words slip my mouth before I can control them.
"Sorry?" he asks, surprised.
"It was you. The guy who was calling me this morning, right?" I say, feeling brave, If it wasn't for my stubborn curiosity, I would've forgotten about the whole thing. I would've just moved one. But right now I can't seem to shake it off, I need to know if it was him. And if it was in fact him, why would he be calling me of all people?
"Oh, that. Yeah, it was me. I was late and didn't know where the classroom was. I thought you might help.
"Why me? I mean, how do you even know my name?"
With this being said, he lets out a small sigh. One of those sighs that basically mean: "Why so many questions?" He probably thinks I have the brains of a 3-year-old child who's constantly wondering about the "why's". But, surprisingly, I don't care.
I turn my expression to a more serious one, nearly demanding the truth at all costs.
"Alex and I had already talked about you. He told me who you were."
Ugh, how I hate men and their "private" talks. Us, women, will never really now what they actually talk about during their "boy talk's". If they speak well of us, if they criticize us, if they make fun of us, if they even care at all, it will always remain a mistery. Not that we don't talk too, because we talk. A lot. But I don't think we're as harsh as they are.
Many different questions invade my mind, all at once. If he was coming to this school why didn't he ask his best friend to show him the room? They probably didn't even know they were together in the same class. Men, right?. Always the same.
"Fine." I answer, wanting to put an end on the topic. "So, what do you think of the school so far?"
"It's normal, I guess. Big, but modest. It has a lot more people than the school I was at before."
And here I was thinking we were a really small school. For real, we're not that many students. There's online 3 classes in the 12th grade in total, 20 students each. I guess that because I've been to some other public schools (which are giant and have many more students), so I have a different perspective of how it is here.
What school did he come from then? There it is, one more question I can't stop myself from thinking about. What is happening to me? I don't ask it tho, that's enough curiosity for the day.
The rest of the school goes quite well. Since it was the first one we honestly didn't do much. It was all based in doing some revision about previous years and finding out what was going to be expected from us this current year.
To be honest, I feel like there's a problema here. We're always wishing for change, when nothing around us truly ever changes. Unless, of course, we ourselves try to make a difference.
But, also, when change actually comes, no one is really prepared for it. No matter the amount of time we spent planing ad organizing everything we will never be able to be 100% prepared for what we're about to face. That's the beauty of life. It's predictably unpredictable.
At the end of the day, change is absolutely necessary and uncontrolable. We can't fight it. We have to use our skills and adapt as much as we can.
As soon as classes finish, I go back home. Benny went with Alex. I don't go the same way I did in the morning. The one I do now it's a lot more boring. But I'm also not with the right amount of energy to look at what surrounds me the way I did in the morning. I just want to go home and sleep.
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