My hands are shaking as I tried to put ointment on Quisha's hands. Apparently, her lips is not the only thing that has a wound, her knuckles and well! As if she punched people with it.
After putting the ointment, I gently put band aid in each knuckles. I told her that I'll put ointment on her lip wound as well but mama called us eat dinner first and it will not be ideal to put medicine in her lips when we eat. She might accidentally swallow some of those medicine that's why after putting medicine in her hands, both us immediately went to the dining area.
Quisha offered to help set the table but my mother just hushed her down. When the tables are already set, the three of us finally eat...more like Quisha and I silently eat while my mother talked about my childhood's most embarrassing stories. Quisha is chuckling along with my mother while I stayed quiet and hot in the cheeks because of embarrassment.
It is so obvious that my mother liked Quisha and in my demented fantasy, I'm really proud and happy that my mother accept her.
But Quisha's mood visibly shifts when my mother started mentioning Indigo and Mhyr. Her genuine laugh suddenly sounded so force.
I frowned and mama probably feel it too. She smiled at Quisha then said, "But don't you worry, darling. Indigo is the straightest girl in the world. You have no competition but other boys " my mother laughed out loud like she tell the funniest joke in the world.
I don't get the meaning why mama said that but my mouth gaped when I saw a faint red on Quisha's cheeks!
She's blushing and it's so cute!
I almost cooed at Quisha's shy face. This is my first time seeing her in such expression because she's passive most of the time. I was really tempted to take my phone and take a picture of her but that'll be really creepy so I just stared and indulge the scene.
Although I don't get why she gets flustered by my mama's joke. Am I missing something?
"You knew? " I heard Quisha's faint voice. She asked so softly to my mum that it is barely comprehensible. Mama just smirked making Quisha blushed harder.
" ah and by the way, Qui. Why so you have that lip wound and I noticed your uniform is quite dirty, we're you bullied in school honey? I've been meaning to ask you but I felt that you're too uncomfortable and dejected earlier that's why I stayed quiet " Mama said gently, her voice wrapping around us with that familiar motherly warmth. I looked worriedly at Quisha as well.
Is she bullied? It did not even crossed my mind since Quisha is practically one of the most popular and loved person in school though she doesn't have a group of friends or cliques, she still managed to get people's attention. She's not even friends with the 'popular kids' in school. I never saw her hang out with anyone, the only time I saw her with other people is if it is school related or if someone invited her in the canteen.
She's alone but no one dares ostracized her, it's like she's the doing it with for herself.
She doesn't involve herself with any school drama that the popular seems to love to get attention, she just focus on academics and sports. Most of the popular students tried to befriend her but she never really care. It's like she don't care about attention and like she knew that she has her own standard of fame.
Quisha doesn't even have to go anything but everyone will smile and admire her for her beauty, respect her for her elegance and adore her for her intelligence. Her usual expression is passive, cold or frowning but she's never really rude. She was even the campus' model because she uplift the schools motto and inspire the students, that's why I like her so much. Also the reason why I call her queen.
I giggled unconsciously at my thought.
Queen is so apt for Quisha, right?
"Harmonee dear, are you okay? " My mama's voice pulled me out of my thoughts. Both of them are looking at me with weird expression as if I finally lose my mind.
"ah yeah mama hehe" was my lame reply. My mother looked at me as if she wants to say something but decided to shut up instead.
"Well, we're done eating but you're not..." My mother trailed and that's when i realized that I've been staring at Quisha for too long!
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We were inside my room again both of us are sitting on the carpeted floor while Quisha is teaching me the basic branches of biology.
The first hour we were reading, I mean she's reading while I hopelessly stared at her thinking how gorgeous she is.
Her beauty is such a distraction for my study but I don't care, I don't really don't well in study anyways, I rather stare.
Come to think of it, I always look at her whenever I get a chance but I still can't get enough and I will never get tired of looking at her face.
"Focus on the paragraph, Harmonee. not on my face " I blushed beet red.
And then the half hour she asked me about basic questions and the branches of biology. I barely have any right answer, my brain stopped functioning at cytology and taxonomy.
Apparently, cytology is the study of cells not the study of cycle just like what I answered and taxonomy is not about taking taxes but about naming and classifications of organism.
I was too embarrassed at that time and I just realized why Mhyr and Indigo always looked like their ready to bang their heads to the wall whenever their reviewing with me or explaining something to me.
I guess I am really an idiot.
My lips trembled when I remembered my embarrassing situation earlier in my class which is Mathematics.
The professor called for me and asked me to solve the algebraic equation on the board and I was too nervous that I did not get to answer properly. I managed to write the right formula but I can feel everyone's eyes staring at my back that I lose focused and messed up my solution and answer.
Everyone laugh at me and my teacher scolded me. She said that it was easy and any elementary students can answer it!
I heard one of my classmates snickering, some even pat my back and told me, "It's okay, at least you're beautiful"
Some are not subtle with their insults and just directly told me, "it's a pity, you're just beautiful but a complete idiot" "you should be thankful you're beautiful, because that's just what you have—beauty but no brains! "
I was trying to hold back my tears when it finally escaped my eyes. My lips tremble to hide my sob.
I was just acting completely fine earlier and tried to ignore my classmates insults and my teacher's scolding but now I can't hold it because I realized that they are right.
I can't even remember basic branch of biology! I felt utterly stupid and I'm more angry at the fact that Quisha will realize sooner just how much of an idiot I am.
She might even ask professor Linda to change partners and I'll completely let her because I don't wanna be a burden.
I stopped crying when I felt arms pulling me inside a their warm chest. I completely sobbed when Quisha bury my face to her chest while patting my head gently.
Why is it when you're trying to control your tears and be strong, you're just gonna completely crumble when someone comforted you? I was doing fine hiding my tears but I sobbed harder when I Quisha's warmth surrounded me, as if my mind and body find their safe place and decided to just let it all out.
"shh it's okay, Harmonee. It's okay. "
I stayed inside her comfort. After a while she finally spoke.
"Will you tell me why? " she asked softly after I finally lift my head from her chest.
I blushed when I realized where I have been sobbing. I looked at her chest and it was wet with my tears.
I also realized that I'm practically sitting on her lap now and her skirt has moved upwards, giving me a glimpse of her olive skin. I made a move to stand up but she held my waist then pulls me down with her.
She's now leaning back on the sofa while I'm pressing forward to her. Her left hand is drawing soothing circles on my back while her right hand is holding my waist close to her.
I can feel my heart pounding because of our close proximity and I'm pretty sure that she can here my heartbeat!
"Stop over thinking, little one. Now tell me why are you crying? Have I been hard with tutoring you earlier? If I am then I apologize. I don't mean it okay, I'll try to be more patient and gentle in teaching, okay? Just please don't cry anymore. If I'm tutoring you and I seemed to be too harsh or intimidating, please tell me immediately, I don't mean to be rude okay? I'm just used to teaching other students from my class " I hugged her then bury my face in her neck. Her voice is so soothing that I felt like crying again.
"don't apologize, I'm not mad at you" I said softly next to her ear.
"then why were you crying, did someone say something to say? Tell me the name, Harmonee. I'll teach them a proper lesson" I shivered at the last sentence.
How can get voice change from soft and soothing to cold and dangerous?
" I just.... I'm just embarrassed because I'm so stupid. I'm sorry if I'm being a burden to you, it'll be better if you find another partner, one that is not an idiot like me" I quickly rambled because her cold voice made me panicked.
"and who said you're an idiot? " she asked slowly, her voice is still hard like she's ready to bite anyone. Her hands on my back waist also tightened causing me to press forward to her.
I tried not to think that we're practically chest to chest right now. I tried not to think that I'm sitting on her lap and my nip.ples are getting hard. This is a serious conversation and I'm acting like a complete perv!
"n-no one. "
"Tell me, Harmonee." her voice is demanding and she pressed ME harder to her. Now my nipples that is straining on my thin bra is now more visible. I think she can feel it as well now. I hide my face in her neck again as I tried not will my nips to stop hardening.
"j-just my classmates"
"Which classmates, baby. Come on don't be shy, tell me their names. " she said then I heard her mutter " I'll teach them a fbcking lesson and I'll make sure they know how to fvcking respect you"