Times Three

Chapter 3

I was welcome by a morning breeze as soon as I open my eyes, it almost blinded me since my bed is near the window. Whenever I am stress about something, I always find a place which is silent and a soft noise coming from nature can only be heard. That happens frequently as my parents plan to expand the company, their arguing every night worsen that one of them decides to sleep at grandma’s house for a night.

Do you think the stress I am feeling is the same as KID? Since he came from a family of business tycoons it is most likely we have the same childhood.

Before laziness take over my body I get up from bed and start doing my morning routines, which is no different from other girls. I also take long showers and almost spends the entire morning with my face. Good thing that Saint Louis Academy has a rule that every Monday is a uniform – free day, that is why a pair of jeans and plain v – neck blue tee shirt is just fine. They are not sensitive in the way we dress since it is an ‘Elite’ school and most of the students are ‘well – off’.

Hopping down the stairs and see Nana, a helper in our house heating a cup of milk in microwave oven. I greet her Good Morning and she responds happily; Nana is already old but she is my mother’s helper since young and I feel comfortable around her. I found a friend and an advisor when both of my parents are still busy with their own commitments.

She places the milk in front of me when I sit down on the dining table, Nana knows that I do not eat heavy for breakfast since mother forbid me saying that I will get fat. I sigh when I drink it because I am craving for pancakes right now but I cannot, mother wanted to be a fashion model since she inherits her family business as its eldest child, she wanted me to pursue her dream. I smile bitterly when I thought of it and finish off the milk to go to school.

I kiss Nana on her forehead as a goodbye since she is eleven inches smaller than me, and went my car that was driven by Mr. Santy. As soon as I sit on the backseat, my phone vibrated indicating a call from my friend Annika. The car starts its ay to school when I answer her call, “I am on my way. You already there?”

           “Waiting for you at the bench.”

           “Give me ten minutes.”

           “Okay.”

As I ended a call, KID started to occupy my thoughts again. Is he already at school or maybe at the library? Do I need to introduce her to Annika, or be his friend first? And a lot questions pilling up in my head.

‘Why do I need to stress myself with these questions?’ I mumble before putting my Airpods and listen to Westlife’s Cry.

Minutes later I arrive in Saint Louis Academy and immediately saw Annika sitting on the benches on the right side of the entrance. I wave at her and she responded with a wave also, then walks to my direction. I told Mr. Santy to pick me up at six in the evening since the organization that I am part of asks for a meeting this coming concert. An event arranges by Supreme Council of Saint Louis Academy, concert or a cause for the victims of flashfloods in some provinces severely affected.

Mr. Santy replied okay and told to me take care; I smile at him and says goodbye. I face Annika who immediately pull me to the Starbucks across our school to buy her favorite Sweet Potato Latte, bunch of sugar early in the morning and only Annika can pull of a petite body no matter what she eats. I shake my head out of disbelief and look at my cellphone to check the time, it is eight fifty-five already and we are bound to be late again for Miss Jessica’s lecture in literature.

I immediately pull Annika out of Starbucks and starts to sprint like an athlete about to win a gold medal, no minding her complains. Actually, from the entrance of Saint Louis Academy entrance up to our classroom is a massive fifteen minutes’ walk. With the five minutes time left in our watch, we can only wish that Miss Jessica is having her own tea party for her birthday weeks ago with other professors. Miraculously, we reach the classroom in span of ten minutes and Miss Jessica is still not around. I inhale and exhale audibly outside the classroom and look at Annika choking from the sprint we had.

I laugh at her since she is not use exercising her body that is why she looks like wasted drunkard. She fixes herself and slap my arms from frustration but I did not make it bigger and enters the room, some of my classmates greeted us Good Morning while we only smile at them and go straight to our sit. Annika pulls out her mirror and apply nude lipstick and brags that it is transfer free, since I do not know anything about make ups. She then asks about what happen yesterday in the reunion but I only roll my eyes and rested my chin on my right arm.

           “There is nothing worth mentioning about the reunion other than parents boasting and boasting again”

Annika laughs at what I said and jokingly asks me if none of our age were present on the party, I only told her the part where I met a strange boy who only looks at piano keys. She laughs louder than before while holding her stomach, ang cries like a madman. I look at her with perplex as to what making her dying of laughing. She said that she only knew one man who is strange since fifth grade. A statement which raises my eyebrows but Miss Jessica already came and Annika starts to regain herself when she starts calling our names for attendance.

           “Kristopher, are you here?”

Kristopher? KID? How can I have forgot that he studies here?

I scan the whole classroom when a man behind me voices that he is present in class. His voice is somewhat familiar, like I heard it once but never again. Curiosity is tickling me again and I slowly look at my back when Miss Jessica announces that the class for this day will be for attendance only since the concert is approaching to its deadline. She gave us papers that contains the details of the event.

           “First Meeting?”

One of my classmates asks and Miss Jessica discuss that every member of the club, I mean all of us are member of clubs to get incentives, needs to come up with idea to presents the feeling of ‘First Meeting’.

First thing that comes to my mind is a piano and a sudden thought of KID makes me smile an i***t and all of the people present in this classroom, why it is Annika that saw that? This girl is crazy and she won’t stop teasing me for it, actually she is teasing me about it right now.

           “Who is this boy that you keep smiling and sighing whenever you were thinking about him?”

           “You are not getting anything from me Annika, so you better suck it off! I am off to my club.”

I tell her while getting my back beside my table when a familiar figure reaches for it first, I slowly raises my head to see who it is but is deliberately shock that I slightly fall backwards to Annika while covering my mouth when I realize it is KID. Annika seems shock also since I could feel that she is frozen of my back. Who would have thought that KID would help me with my bag?

He picks it up and places it to my table, and left the room without saying anything. I know that we are overreacting but KID is somewhat I describe that even though you bump him, he won’t get mad rather he will choose to ignore it. When he is literally out of my sight, I panicky get my bag and told Annika that I will meet her in gymnasium after the meeting. I sprint to catch KID which is almost at the end of the hallway and I do not think I can run from the sprint Annika and I had a while ago. I shouted his name that made him stop and the people around us stop, panting like this is the last day of my life. KID did not look back that is why I throw out my sandals on him, good thing that he dodges it before hitting his back, and finally he looks at me with that dead eye.

I walk towards him not minding my foot and he did not advance anymore because I have another pair with me and my bag.

           “What is your club?”

I ask him while putting my other sandals as we walk together, side by side, to the Admin hall without saying anything. Since when did he responds to any of my questions? Frustration took over and I pull his left arm and pout like a duck.

He sighs before getting my hands off his arm. “You are from Music Club, right”

I nod and look at where we are, and smiles.