Breaking the Ghoster's Heart

Episode 4

CHAPTER 4

Before the day ended, I ended up banging my forehead on my locker again. I didn’t care about those small voices and laughter as they passed by, mocking at my position, and continued to let out this frustration. "Journalism…" I murmured to myself and bit my lips in dismay. Closing my eyes, I stomped my feet on the floor because of the stupidity inborn to my system. "Journalism club, Heather? Really? Wow! " I know that I look crazy, murmuring to myself. 

"You can’t even move to rank three starting from the bottom of your class. And now, you’re part of the journalism club, huh? " I let out a donkey laugh after that. It echoed in the hallway that made their faces look at me, oddly. Some shook their heads while watching me, and some sighed and continued to walk. Well, the most important thing is, I don’t care! To hell with their freaking judgements about me! People are inherently nosy, so I should have shrugged them off and moved on.

"Look who’s the newest member of the journalism club! Congratulations my bestie! " Nadia appeared beside me and clapped her hands like a proud b***h to her best friends in the universe. "We should grab a drink! Come on! "she said and grabbed my arms but I refused. "Nadia… "I'm not in the moo," I said quietly.

She looked confused and looked back at me. "Why?"

"Just…" I was about to say it to her about what really happened and the things between me and Blake and that essay stuff. However, I stop myself before I even spill it because she will get mad at me for not telling her about Blake. "Just…I feel unwell right now. I’ll go home straight. "

"But wait –"

Before she could protest again, I instantly grabbed my hand bag and walked out. That was half a lie though, because I really felt unwell and just wanted to put a blanket on my body and sleep the remaining day, hoping to wake up the next day and realize it was just a dream.

"Where are you going, Ms. Writer?" A deep voice echoed behind me. I halted and turned around. A grinning badboy appeared in my sight. "What did you call me?" asked me in an annoying voice. 

"Ms. Writer?"

I puffed air and rolled my eyes. Then, I turned back and walked away. I could feel his presence following behind me. "If you’re going to annoy me again or whatever you plan at the back of your petty mind. I command you to stop it because you won’t get any of my replies. And I am not in the mood to talk to humans, especially you, Mr. Pluck. " I said and continued to walk.

He didn’t answer, so I said, "Are you afraid I might say the ‘hmm’ word again? Well, you should be. "

Still, he didn’t answer, so I continued, "You know, you should stay away from me or else the whole school might know your deepest secret. Stop pestering me around. I know you gals love messing around with people. I tell you, I’m not the one whom you should mess up with. "

No response. I look at the students who keep on looking at me and it’s obvious on their faces that they’re wondering what the hell is wrong with me. Or am I being crazy again? Well, the usual answer. I don’t care! So I keep walking and talking and threatening David behind me. Physics. That’s my last class before this day ends. And I can’t wait for it. Ugh! This class is tiring. What’s new? I mean, I think all of my classes were always tiring. Or am I just the lazy one?

Before I could enter the door to my classroom, someone grabbed the hem of my varsity jacket. I sighed. This boy couldn’t understand. I just rejected him! But he keeps on pursuing me! Why would he do it to this extent if not? I mentally prayed to God to send His Holy Spirits to David. 

In a most frustrated voice, I said, "I told you –"

Looking at the hem of my jacket that was stuck on the lock jamb of the door, I closed my eyes and mentally prayed to myself, ‘What the f**k is wrong with me?’ and ‘What the f**k am I thinking?’, and ‘Why the f**k am I born like a dumb potato?’. I came to realize that David wasn’t following me and that we were just in the same way. And I am the dumb one here to think that he’s pissing me off. 

I heaved a deep sigh and put the hem of my jacket on the lock jamb. Embarassed because of that, I went to my seat and jammed my head on the desk. Worst day ever!

***

"Hi," I spoke to Blake when I got home from school. School is exhausting, and he’s the one who makes me calm and peaceful. Cringe, but yeah, that’s how it is. "Yeah? How’s school? "

Oh damn it boy. Wrong move, you shouldn’t have mentioned the word school. But anyway, I can forgive him because he’s my B-L-A-K-E. Blake! "As usual, boring. Tiring. And whatever gerund as it may be called. School makes me sick. I just wanted to lock myself in the house and never go outside and… "And talk to you, of course. I thought, but I shook it off in my head before I blurt it out accidentally. 

"And?" He’s expecting it, Heather. Go! Tell him! But I stopped myself. "And… sleep, of course. You know how much I love to sleep haha, " I let out my awkward donkey laugh. He didn’t laugh, so I stopped because maybe he would brand me off as' What a fool! ’then block me and we would never get back to talking to each other. But of course, he will not do that because he’s my B-L-A-K-E. Blake! 

Nice logic, Heather. 

"Are you okay? I think something’s off. You can tell me about it. " He asked in a curious but at the same time caring voice. Aww! I’m in love again. "Well, you got it. I have a small, I mean, very small problem in school because of you. "

He sounds shocked at the idea and immediately asks. "W-What did I do?"

I laugh because of his cuteness. "No, no, no, it’s not what you think. Remember the essay last night? "

"Yeah, what about that?"

I didn't respond and was debating whether or not to tell him about it.I’m afraid he will blame himself. 

"O-Oh s-sorry. Had you got the lowest remark? My bad. I did my best to do that but I think it wasn’t enough – "

I let out a laugh. "Are you kidding me?"

"Huh?"

"Dude, you just f*****g bomb the whole class! I got the highest mark and it shocked the hell out of my classmates. They’re wondering how I did that. You know I was the rank two staring from the bottom. "

He let out a satisfying chuckle. Oh my Lord! He sounds like an angel! "Really? That’s cool. "

"No, you are cool. It is very cool. I wonder how you do that? " I asked annoyingly. 

"Uhmm, you just write and type on the keyboard?"

That made me burst into another donkey laugh. "Seriously. What are the things you can’t do, huh? You’re almost perfect. "

"I’m not… perfect. This is just how I am, I guess? "

I thought about telling him that he passed the standard of my prince charming, but I didn’t want to embarrass myself again… especially him. I'd had enough of this day's embarrassment.

He asked. "Anyway, what’s the problem though? I presume there’s nothing wrong with getting the highest mark in your Lit Class? "

I sighed before answering him. "I got admitted to a club."

"Huh? Club? I see, so you’re clubbing now? "

"No, it’s not what you think."

"Enlighten me, please."

I bit my lips and focused. "Journalism. My Lit teacher was the coach of the club, so when she read my – no – practically, your essay – she got me admitted. And I couldn’t say no. God, what am I supposed to do? "

He didn’t answer me. Yeah, that’s possible. Maybe he found it too shocking that he couldn’t utter a word.