No longer

Encountering the Unwelcome.

Chapter 2

"May I have permission to enter, sir? Pretty please" (With an innocent pleading gaze). At times, one must strive to satisfy teachers only when you arrive late and the class has already begun.

"Look who's late, ‘Miss Toppers’, who seems to believe she owns the world. I won't be swayed by your pleading eyes. I will distribute the results of the previous test, so you're allowed to sit for few minutes.” And than she delivered a smug smile to me. Although I cannot deny being the top achie.

“Roger , Ma'am.” Another day in the tiresome classroom, a challenge for me to endure. Fortunately and unfortunately, class hasn't started yet. I should have arrived a little later.

"Rekyy, I've been calling your name for a while, but you haven't looked at me." Becca said that to me. She is, in a manner of speaking, my most cherished and sole confidante.

"Oh, Good morrow. Becca, cocao, vocal, cat ,cat, decayed" (chuckling softly) I wish to avoid any further grievances from Ma'am Emm.

“There are too many names, Rek . Last one was horrible!" She inhales deeply.

“Heyyy Girlie, how did your previous test go? Did I already inquire about it?Or...”

“It wasn't great...” She exhales deeply.

“I have a tendency to forget things easily, as you are well aware. ” Time for me to exhale.

"I'm gonna give it my all on the next exam." There is nothing I enjoy more than witnessing my best friend's excitement and radiant smile.

"Wishing you all the best, Cara Mia."

“Yo, when did you start picking up Italian?”

“Ti amo stai zitto, questi sono basic. So, actually there was this Italian dude sliding into my DMs, claiming he's Italian. I asked him how to say 'you smell,' and he hit me with 'Ti amo.' Can you believe that?”

”Please pause to catch your breath." And she started laughing like a witch.

"It is not the conclusion; upon searching online, I received varying responses. Therefore, I hit him with 'figlio di una mucca' , and blocked his entire existence from my account ." She bash the desk and cackle like a crazy lady. And ofcourse, we were met with disapproving glances from both the teachers and our peers.

“Reike..Reika Walters" Is my name truly so difficult to pronounce?

“Yes , My Lady!" I rose from my seat and made my way to her desk.

"You received an A instead of an A+. Strive for improvement in the future, if you want to maintain your reputation as a topper.” She appeared disheartened.

"I will do my best." Oh no, seriously this is bad, what happened? I thought I had written everything, but.... I'll do my best.

“Becca... What did you get?" Her facial expressions are sure to convey a sense of distress.

"F... What about..How about you?“

“My grade dropped.. I got A“

“Reky , let's try our best .. Okay?”

"I will certainly do so, please cooperate with me."

After we finished chatting,

the bell rang and Bacca was like,

“Catch ya at lunch, yeah?”

“Yeah..Sure .. Take care..” I didn't want nobody seeing me lose it, so I bolted to the bathroom, locked myself in, and clamped my hand over my mouth. I couldn't shed tears in a chill spot and so it is inscribed upon my destiny. Because I overheard men jesting outside the door, and to my dismay, upon exiting, I found myself in the men's washroom. What might be considered the most catastrophic event to have ever occurred?

I encountered someone unexpectedly once more.

"Ouchhh, this one really stings!" As I gazed upwards, it was he once more. The dude with a charming laugh but an husky voice, causing me to arrive late to class because of him.

"Greetings, esteemed descendant of William Shakespeare." He uttered those words with a wink and a smirk, gently grasping my shoulder.

"Yo, quit touching me, you weirdo." I find myself rather repulsed, to be honest.

"But you collided with me." He gazed at me with eyes of utmost innocence. I had completely forgotten that detail when I without intentions collided with him due to my own mistakes.

"I beg your forgiveness. Now , cease crossing my path." I fled from that place without looking back, there were people looking at us.

But I heard him say

"I'm a newbie around here, I wanna get to know you better."

People are always trying to understand you better, but their curiosity rarely goes beyond the surface. They only scratch the exterior, overlooking the deep layers within. This realization troubles me daily, urging me to protect myself from their shallow words. I may come across as overly dramatic, but I truly despise those phrases. ‘I want to get to know you better.’