"The random vibrational and rotational motions of the molecules that make up an object of substance have energy, and this energy is called thermal energy." I explained further.
Physics isn't an easy subject, may I say. Honestly speaking, I hate it. For me, it's too drudging to learn its lessons. Yes, I love school, I love studying, and I have good grades.
Weird, right? Who would believe that the popular school's playgirl is also a brainy nerd who cares about her education? We all know that famous people don't care about anything, aside from fame. Well, I'm different.
I am having this tutorial session with Nathan in my house. Not to vaunt, I'm a good tutor. But not when the person you are teaching is very unfocused and indolent.
"Nathan," I muttered in a monotone voice, getting annoyed with his unpalatable behavior.
"Oh. I'm sorry, what was that?" He said, leaving his phone behind and giving his attention to me.
"I'm trying to explain every bit of shit in Physics and there you are sitting absent-mindedly. What the hell?" My voice suddenly rose.
He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.
I wonder why boys always do that when they're mortified.
"Sorry," he sounded guilty.
I rolled my eyes, "Can you at least tell me what you are doing? Then I'll think if it's adequate."
"Uh- just checking out my facebook. Hmm, I changed my profile picture." He smiled shyly.
"What the F?" I almost cursed, but I managed to control my words.
"Uh-hmm, hey! I got a lot of likes." He said, trying to cool down the tension in the atmosphere.
I scoffed, "Yeah? How many did you get?"
"253" He said with much delight.
I faked a laugh, "You call that 'a lot'?"
"Uhm- yes. Why? How many do you usually get?"
"Smallest number of likes I usually get goes from 600 to 1,000. Most of them goes 2,000 above." I said, not sounding very interested.
"Whoah. That's a big number." He sounded astonished.
"Nah, it's normal for me." I defended.
"Famous," he stated. It made me confused, if that was a compliment or an insult.
"Whatever," I shrugged.
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"One Java Chip Frappe and one Caramel Frappe, please." Nathan said to the bartender.
"Coming right up, sir." He replied cheerfully.
Nathan demanded to have a break for a while and invited me for a coffee at Starbucks. I tried to repudiate but he never stopped compelling me to go, so I did. Besides, he said that it's going to be his treat. And for goodness sake, I love Starbucks.
I never imagined these things to happen.
First, having Nathan back.
Second, being assigned to tutor him.
And right now, having a coffee with him.
What would be the next? I wish these abrupt happenings would stop as soon as possible.
"Here's your Caramel Frappe," Nathan gave me my order.
"Thanks," I forced a real smile. Because when I'm with him, all my smiles are usually fake.
We took a sit. I remained silent. I don't know how to start a conversation with him, and I never want to.
"Why are you so quiet?" He broke the silence.
"I don't have anything to say."
"Well, I do." He encouraged.
"Well, I'm not interested." I said dismissively.
"Meg, why do you hate me so much? Maybe you don't know that I know, but I can feel it. Ever since I came, you never talked to me in a nice way."
"Why do you think?" I asked oppressively.
"That is why I'm asking, because I don't know." He sighed.
"You can feel that I hate you. I do, I really do, simply because I can feel that you're a jerk."
"You still don't know me, Meg." He defended.
"Oh yeah? I know you Nathan." Words slipped from my mouth.
"What?" He mocked in confusion.
"Uhm, never mind."
He sighed, "Can we at least try to be friends? Please?"
I was shocked with his words. Friends? Is this a good idea? Well, he doesn't remember anything.
Certain possibilities came running through my mind. A lot of questions catechized, somewhat needing some answers. I couldn't allow history to repeat itself.
But there's no harm in trying, right? I mean, there's a big advantage.
If I'll choose to be friends with him, then I can easily take my revenge on him. I can hurt him, like the way he hurt me before. I can make him fall for me, like I usually do with every boy in school. At the end, crush his heart and leave him broken.
Yes, you can say that I'm rude and cruel. My plan is an act of inhumanity. But you can't blame me. This isn't my fault and I never wanted this. The pain made me who I am today,
He started it, and let's just say that I'm only returning the favor.
"Sure, we can be friends." I extended my hand in front for a handshake.
"Really?" He was amused by my sudden change of treatment towards him. He stared at my hand, somehow having second thoughts if he'll take it or not. A few seconds later, he took my hand and shook it with his, showing his agreement.
"Great," I smiled evilly.
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Stacy accepted my invitation for a sleepover at my house, since tomorrow is a Saturday. She loves hanging out in my room, like I also do in hers. Usually, we take turns in hosting a sleepover for the both of us, sometimes in her place, and sometimes in mine.
I told her about the tutorial session and coffee break with Nathan that occurred earlier. I also told her about being friends with him and my plans for him.
"Meg, you can't seriously do that."
"Why not?" I asked.
"It's too risky. You don't know what could possibly happen." She said, sounding so worried.
"I know what will happen. He'll get hurt and be miserable like what happened to me." I said pridefully.
"You can't assure that, Meg. Yes, there is an advantage but there is also a disadvantage. What if you'll be the one that'll get hurt, instead of him? Worst, what if you'll fall for him again like-"
"Oh, no no no. Impossible, that'll never happen." I cut her off before she could finish her sentence.
"Everything is possible, we both know that." She said as a matter of fact.
"Yes, but not with this situation." I argued.
"Fine, it's up to you. If I'm right, you can't stop me from saying 'I told you so.' But don't worry, I'll always be here for you." Her words touched me, but it never ceased the nervousness that suddenly came through me.
What if she's right?
I don't know. I better leave it this way, the way I wanted it to happen. I should take risks to reach my goal, and that goal is to have vengeance.
"Aweee, thank you Stace." I said sweetly.
"No problem. Duh, that's what bestfriends do. They support each other even with the dumbest decisions."
"Is that a good thing?" I raised an eyebrow hopefully.
"Uhmmmmm- yes?" She laughed, trying to divert. The subject was too serious and she knew that she had to do that.
I laughed because I was expecting that answer.
Whatever happens, I just have to deal with it. We are living in a world with different people having different fate. Let's see what it gives me, good or bad.
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