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Chapter Two

CHAPTER TWO: GHOST

YNNA

"Ynna, I have class until 7pm so I can't cook dinner." Meg said so I nodded while eating a cup of ice cream.

"Ali's not going home later? "I asked, still munching my food.

She smiled before answering, "She told me that her block mates invited her to join their sleepover, she agreed. I'll just wash the utensils you'd use later." She said to lightened up my mood because she knew that I didn't really know how to cook.

We're here resting in the benches near her building, she needs to be in class in less than 30 minutes so I'll be left here alone. I still have a class later and I'm lazy (because if I'm not lazy today, I'm probably inside our dorm). So I decided to kill my vacant time here, it's not that hot because there's a shady Narra tree blocking the sun.

"Ynna, I need to go. Bye, see you later!" She said before running towards her block mates to attend her next class. I smiled at her before taking a book out from my bag to continue reading. The book is entitled, The Future of Us that was written by Jay Asher and Carolyn Mackler.

I got a message from Ali, she's asking where I am so I immediately replied that I'm in the benches near Meg's building, in the College of Engineering. She didn't reply back so I went back to reading.

As I read, I couldn't help but space out occasionally because I'm feeling sleepy. Too bad, I can't miss my next class. Our professor, Ms. Marquez said that we'll be having a quiz today. I stayed up all night to review so I closed my eyes to rest for a bit.

"When you're already sleepy, go to sleep."

I turn to Ali, "Shut up, I still have a quiz later." I answered with a friendly smile. 

She sat next to me so I closed my book, "What happened last night? Did someone take you home? Tell me!" I told her so she hit me lightly.

She didn't go home last night, she told us that she'll just hang out with her block mates until midnight but she ended up going home seven o'clock in the morning. We didn't have time to corner and asked her a while ago because we're all rushing to go in our morning class.

"It's so wild, how I wish that you're also in The Camp with me last night. B─llshit! Make out here, make out there, make out everywhere!" She shouted so I hit her.

(The Camp is just a fictional name of a bar.)

"F─cker, you're too loud. There are too many people passing by, they might hear you and judge you." I whispered to her that made her laugh.

"Make out everywhere? So, you have one too, huh?" 

That made her stop for a bit, "Slight." She seductively answered that's why I pulled her hair.

"I told you before that when you want to get wasted, just drink alcohol! I'll smash you with a spatula once you entered the house telling me that you're already pregnant." I threatened her but she just rolled her eyes. 

"B─llshit, as if. I know my limitations."

"I wish I was there last night but too bad I can't, I have a freaking quiz today." I whined like a kid that made her hit me. 

"You can't go home with a failing grade, m─ron!" She teased so I glared at her before hitting her back with my book.

After we talked to each other, I readied myself to attend my next class. While she said that she's going to our dorm since she doesn't have any class anymore. While I was walking, I bumped into someone which made my books fell onto the ground. Luckily, I was able to pick some as fast as I could.

"Sorry, Miss." He apologized, I just nodded while I'm still busy picking my books up, he also helped me gather them all.

"Psych Student?" He asked with a wide smile plastered on his face so I rolled my eyes.

It's already obvious what's the course I'm taking with my books; he has no common sense. 

"No, engineering." I answered with sarcasm, he chuckled.

"It might be since you're in front of our building." He answered so I just shrugged.

"Casper! The nursing student's looking for you!" A guy shouted at him, I just shook my head.

"Playboy." I mumbled to myself before leaving him.

After our quiz, Ms. Marquez immediately dismissed us. She just lectured us regarding our next report about theories. D─mn, I'll bury myself tonight with endless research again.

"Ynna, do you have the lecture last time?" One of my block mates asked so I nodded.

"I'll just send it to you later." I answered so he thanked me before we parted ways. 

I walked towards the nearest coffee shop to pamper myself with coffee because I really need one. 

"A Medium Macadamia Latte, please." I ordered, the girl on the counter nodded before asking for my name. 

"Ynna." I answered before searching for a place to stay. And luckily, I found one because there are just a few people inside. I sat on a table set beside the glass window. 

I just took out my phone and browse my twitter account and posted a tweet on my second account,

unwrittenpoetry_

She already got what she wanted, 

But in the end, she still feels lonely.

"Ma'am Ynna?"

I turn to the barista when she announced my name, I stood up to get my coffee. They often write something in the post-it note so I checked to see what's written in mine. 

"Sometimes love finds us but most of the time we need to move in order to feel loved." I said as I read it I just shook my head. Love, my ─ss. I didn't let it fill my mind, I just finished my coffee before going out of the shop to go home. 

While waiting for the rice to settle, I also waited for the chicken to be tender for the Adobo that I'm cooking. I did all the procedures and I put all the ingredients. I'm sure of it but the thing is, I'm not sure if it'll taste like Adobo because I'm not a good cook.

(Adobo is a Filipino dish.)

I received a message from Meg that she'll be home around nine o'clock in the evening because she's still in the library solving something that she can't finish. So, I just replied "okay" and when our food's already cooked, I just ate alone. 

(Song Playing: Talking to the Moon by Bruno Mars)

I know you're somewhere out there,

Somewhere faraway, I want you back.

I want you back.

My neighbors think I'm crazy,

But they don't understand, you're all I have.

You're all I have.

I don't understand why whenever I feel alone, I love torturing myself with painful songs even though I'm not heart broken or anything. Whenever I feel pain, I just end up crying silently then I'll be okay. Well, at least I'll be okay that day.

At night when the stars,

Light up my room.

I sit by myself, talking to moon.

Trying to get to you.

After I finished eating, I dried the tears that fell from my eyes before cleaning the used utensils. The glass I'm holding almost fell when the song shifted to a Japanese song. My forehead creased while listening to the song.

(Song Playing: Sparkle by Radwimps)

Mada kono sekai wa boku wo kainarashitetai mitai da

Nozomi doori ii darou utsukushiku mogaku yo

Tagai no sunadokei nagame nagara kisu wo shiyuo yo

"sayonara" kara ichiban tooi basho de machi awaseyou

"B─llshit. I feel like I'm being haunted by a ghost again, the problem is I think it's Japanese." I whispered to myself before shifting the song. I nervously looked around to see if there's someone but there's none.