Yia and Elya

Chapter Three

Elya's POV



"Elya, what do you think? Do you like it?" Mom asked. "Yes, I do. It's bigger than my old room, and I especially like the balcony. Though, the view of the room is not as nice as the balcony of the master's bedroom," I replied to Mom. She chuckled and shook her head before leaving my room.

This room truly reflects my personality. I decorated it myself, with grey walls and vintage-style furniture. I prefer a mattress instead of a traditional bed. I even have my own television where I can indulge in watching BL and Korean/Chinese dramas. The only problem now is how I'll adjust to the new school. I've already asked Mom if I could enroll in online learning, as it would be more convenient for me. But she responded, "You need to learn to socialize. Do you want to lock yourself in your room forever? I've already tolerated your obsession with BL, all those dramas, and your countless books. Now, even with your studies, would you prefer to stay locked up?" Ugh, she really knows how to talk a lot...

In my pajamas, I headed to the balcony with my laptop to watch KinnPorsche. However, my attention was caught by a girl. She's wearing an oversized polo, and I can't help but wonder if she's even wearing shorts underneath. She has glasses and her hair is messily tied up. I notice she keeps biting her pen as if it's going to magically help her answer her schoolwork. I try to divert my attention back to KinnPorsche, feeling like someone is watching me. I ignore it, thinking it's just my imagination. Glancing at the girl again, I realize she was staring right at me. Ahh, don't let her think you're looking at her. Look at the bird instead!

Feeling a bit awkward, I retreated back inside and continued watching. After a while, I stepped out onto the balcony again to take another look at the girl. Suddenly, I felt a pang of insecurity. How does she manage to pull off that look? She has such a unique style. It's both annoying and jealousy-inducing at the same time.

As I glanced out the window, I couldn't believe what I was seeing. She was casually undressing herself, not bothering to close the curtains. It caught me off guard, and I couldn't help but notice how effortlessly sexy she looked. The way she unbuttoned her polo and let her hair down was captivating, but it also stirred up feelings of insecurity within me. I despised how effortlessly she exuded sensuality, knowing that I could never match up to that. It was frustrating, and I resented the fact that I couldn't be like her.Shaking off the sight, I focused on getting myself ready. I knew Mom would nag me to come down and face the guests soon.

Just as I was about to finish dressing, my cousin Yanna barged into my room, full of energy."Hey, lazy bones! Are you still not done? Tita Rosa has been waiting for you downstairs. Don't make her come up here and lecture you," Yanna said, a mix of annoyance and concern in her voice. Yanna was the daughter of my youngest uncle, always quick to speak her mind."Can you please help me get dressed? Why do I even need to bother dressing up when we're just at home?" I pleaded with her, feeling a bit overwhelmed."Well, maybe if you didn't spend so much time watching your BL dramas, you would have been dressed ages ago!" Yanna retorted, a hint of exasperation in her voice.

"Never insult my BL hubbies (husbands)," I replied, trying to maintain a serious expression."Hubbies with an 'O' or 'U'?" she asked, making a silly face."With a 'U'," I replied, winking at her. We burst into laughter, and before I knew it, we were tickling each other and rolling around on the floor in fits of giggles."Eliyassa, come downstairs!" Mom's voice boomed, interrupting our laughter.

We exchanged glances and reluctantly stopped our playfulness."I told you," Yanna smirked, her teasing tone evident. Mom had overheard our laughter and knew we were fooling around instead of getting ready."You traitor, Yanna! You left me hanging and didn't even help me dress up," I grumbled, but she just laughed, leaving me to fend for myself. With no time to fix my hair properly, I settled for a quick, messy bun. Whatever, it was just a casual gathering at home anyway. I slipped on my doll shoes and made my way downstairs.

And there she was again-the girl who seemed to push all my buttons. She was wearing an all-black outfit that screamed badassery. I have to admit, she looked good. Her oversized shirt matched the descriptions of those fierce female characters in the novels I devoured. Not to mention, she had a height advantage over me. I estimated she must be around 160 centimeters tall, while I stood at a mere 154 centimeters. Life seemed so unfair at times. My irritation towards her grew, a mix of envy and annoyance. There was something about her that got under my skin, making me feel small and insignificant. But deep down, I couldn't deny the curiosity that sparked within me. I wanted to understand her and unravel the mysteries behind her intriguing demeanor. Little did I know, our paths were about to intertwine in ways I never expected. Her mom introduced her as Yia, short for Alyia. Even her name sounded cooler than mine. Why did I have to be named Eliyassa? It sounded like a man's name, like Elias. And to top it off, she was an ABM student from section A, just like me. I had a feeling she was popular, given the way everyone seemed to know her. Her brother's weird gaze didn't help either.

Thankfully, Yanna, my cousin, was also in the same class as us. It provided some comfort knowing I had a familiar face around.