Traces of Midnight Fallacies

CHAPTER NINETEEN

I smiled a bit when Celeste hugged me. Kevin looked at me worriedly while Macey repeatedly asked for my forgiveness because of what her brother did two hours ago. My classmates looked at me, confused. Some of my classmates seemed to have no idea of what had happened earlier, while some of them smiled weakly at me. They were all just reassured when they saw me smiling at them.

I felt Lawrence's stare at me from his seat, but I didn't let myself turn to him. I'm not used to seeing myself being pushed by others even though they don't like me. In this unusual world, if Charmaine doesn't care about it, then it's a bit different in terms of these.

If the people around me don't like my attitude, then I'm not forcing myself on them. Why would I force myself to see them even though I already know that they will push me away?

That attitude may be the reason why you felt a weakness that you should not have felt. Instead of letting yourself force them, why don't you adjust and start a new life without them? The people who hate us are much worse than the people who know your real identity. They will find a way to make you feel unwanted, so why did you force yourself to see them if they already make you feel this way?

"Where did you go?" Kevin asks me worriedly while facing me. When I felt his thumb tracing my exposed hair on my cheeks, a smile crept across my lips. "We looked for you the whole time. We even escaped our class in Basic Calculus just to look for you."

I smiled at them to somehow calm them down. "You don't need to look for me. I'm just in the cafeteria the whole time."

"What do you think of us? Stupid? " Celeste hissed before she released herself from hugging me. "We searched there, every corner, just to find you, but we didn't find you!"

I chuckled a bit because of what she said before I put my hand across her shoulder. She looked at my eyes like she was curious if my eyes were swollen because of tears over what happened earlier. I'm a bit proud to face them because I didn't cry. I will never cry because of him, and I will never let myself mourn his loss.

I don't care if Charmaine will be mad at me because of what I'm planning to do. I just want to rest a bit, but I will never stop her from chasing him. That's the only favor that I can do to Charmaine now that I'm still here in her body.

"Did you cry?" Celeste asked.

Our class for today has already ended. I will try to plead with my professors that I did not attend class earlier to catch up with the activities that they did. Because of my stupidity, my work increased even more. That's an asshole. Sabrina was a bit weak and an asshole when we talked about sensitivity.

We were currently heading to the locker room to return our textbooks. While walking, Celeste and Kevin kept on asking me about the place where I had hid a while ago. I don't know, but the word "hide" seems like they were teasing me about what I'd done because of my embarrassment in front of them.

What does a person do when they are embarrassed in front of their friends?

Hiding.

But it does not make sense to me! In the way they talked in front of us, it seemed like they were laughing at me secretly because of what I did this morning!

"Let's not talk about that thing anymore," I grunted, which made them chuckle before we entered the locker room. "Can't you please move on from what I did this morning?"

As usual, the locker room seems busy. Many students were busy arranging their things, while others seemed like they were resting instead of going down to the school garden.

"Who would be able to move on from what you did?" Celeste laughed evilly, while Kevin remained silent, but a ghost of a smile crept onto his lips. "It seemed like he pushed you away!"

Celeste kept on blabbering about what happened. I don't know how that news reached her, but since our classroom was a bit close to theirs, then I shouldn't be surprised, right?

My day was a bit exhausting for me, as I remember my embarrassment in front of them. Instead of being proud because of the cupcakes I made for them, it was as if I had been turned upside down. I must have been happy the whole day, but because of what happened, everything went rough, and that is because of him!

When I opened my locker, my eyes darted at the two boxes of cupcakes I hid earlier. I lifted the two boxes with a smile on my lips, and I turned to face the people who had always been by my side whenever I felt alone and humiliated by everyone.

"What's with your smile?" Celeste asked, but instead of answering her, I handed her the first box I was holding. "What is this?"

"Look at it and stop questioning me," I hissed, which made her chuckle before she did what I told her to.

My eyes rolled. "It looks horrible, but I will take it." She nodded, which made me grimace a bit.

Kevin is my next target. He lifted his eyebrows when I handed him the box I was holding. It seems like he didn't know anything about its contents and instead of asking me, he opened it. I saw his eyes widen a bit while looking at the box of cupcakes that I baked for him last night.

Because I couldn't sleep last night, I decided to bake what he requested for his father. I'm not proud of what I bake, but I think it's okay when I taste it. Just like what Celeste said a while ago, it seems horrible on the outside, but I think it's okay on the inside. I'm not sure but then… let's see.

"My dad will be pleased when he tastes it," he chuckled before he lifted his head to stare at me with a smile on his lips. "My dad waited for you the whole time. When he found out we had already broken up, he almost disowned me. "

A fake smile crept on my lips while looking at him smile at me. I saw a weak smile on his lips, but he did everything just to hide it… but it seems like he failed this time because I saw it.

"I promised him that I would get you back, but it seems like I can't do it now," he added.

I felt my smile slowly dissapearing when I heard what he said. He chuckled when he saw my reaction before he put his hands across my shoulder and leaned his head on it that I just let go.

"I hope my father forgave me..." he whispered, which made me sigh heavily. "I already missed him a lot."

"I…" I said, groping for what I would say to him. "I will help you, Kevin. We will both face him when the day comes."