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_______________________________ Prologue______________________________________

Living a good life is my agenda and Im glad to say that I have achieved it. People call menerd, geek or just plain boring, but being these things adds to my uniqueness, thereforeI like being called as so. Anyways, Im Matthew Ervin Liwayway, a third year high schooltransferee student and one of the surviving scholars of Greyard Institute of Technology.

My school was sort of prestigious, and people that can afford it have at least two cars or a bighouse. As for me, I tend to be independent and different from others. They try to push medown, kick me out, or stretch my patience. But like an elastic rubber band, I remain stable asalways and this is one of the reasons that I survived. Still, every rubber band has its breaking

point and so do I.

At Greyard Institute, everydays a lap of a fun marathon, or at least, it is like that for me. Theusual day for us is filled with excitement, much like any high school life. Today was the startof the third grading period and I was running a bit late (I forgot to turn on my clocksalarm oh well) as I made my way to the high school building. I then heard a familiar voice shout my name. I turned and I saw a tall boy with brown hair: Charles.

Matthew! MatMatthew! he said.

This is Charles Joseph Torres, the athletic. Hes my fellow classmate in 3-A and also myseatmate. We are beyond classmates, but we arent the best of friends yet. I walked to himand halted.

Hmm? I said to Charles, who was panting.We should get going, before Sir Handela gets to us. he said

It was clearly unnatural for a nerd like me to dislike a teacher, but for Sir Handela, I have tomake an exception. He was just the worst, and being the high school coordinator, he has theability to send anyone to cleaning duty or suspension even if you were just once running latefor class. Plus, you can really melt with his stare (literally, most people faint) especiallywhen reciting in his class which, luckily, I ace most of the time.

Charles and I ran in the corridor of the high school building. 1-A, 1-B, 1-C, 2-A, 2-B I

counted in my head as we passed through the corridors. By the time that we reached theclassroom, we realized that we arent that late after all, were just on time.

3-A is the first section, which includes twenty-five to thirty top students of 90 or less. Beingaccepted in this class is known as, umm A school reality show where only fewsurvive as Charles said when we first met.

Both of us had to sit on the back as always (my friends are at the other side of the classroom), but before I can actually get there I saw a girl was already sitting on my seat: Mary GraceSolis, chatting to a friend. Even if I just transferred to this school, I would have to say that Iknow her well already.

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She and Charles had been close for quite a while. I should know, since he told me. But sincesophomore year, they had a bit of a falling out. I didnt know what happened, but I can tellfrom Charles expression that it was somewhat serious.

Most of my classmates like her because they say that shes talented, but I was the only one

who didnt like her that well, especially because I hate it when she tries to copy myhomework whenever she didnt have one (she does this with everyone else too.). I mean,how will she learn?

Excuse me I said with a smile. She understood, stood up and walked across the room toher own chair.

I sat down then put my bag next to me and pulled out a display book, filled with my bestinterest at heart: Recent news about global warming (being very concerned with theenvironment, I keep this as inspiration.), a research work (its due next month, but I like tokeep up.), a handwritten, unfinished poem (I dont have enough time or effort to finish it.),some old worn out schoolwork (for future reference), and a piano piece I've had since I gothere to this school. I play the piano in the school, though no one knows, except the teachersand my closest friends of course. I guess I know that no one would care.

Hi, Matthew. Heres your book back. Thanks. said the boy who stood next to me: YujiSaito Milauva, one of the top students in my year and one of my friends. Hes partlyJapanese, so I learned a lot about his culture

Oh, welcome. Howd you find the book? I said.

Great! Love it. Maybe I can use it for my story. he replied. Yuji wrote a lot of stories and being one of his avid readers, I could say that he was a good writer. Even if hes only a thirdyear student, he was appointed as the president of the club of Imaginative Council (the clubof story writers and people with active imagination) since the club moderator was impressedwith a story he wrote at the start of the year.

There's always chatter in our classroom early in the morning: about an upcoming schoolevent, last night's happenings on the hit soap opera, a report or project due that day or evencomparison of each others homework. Apparently, all this stops when a teacher enters andstarts the class.

Good morning everyone. said a tall woman in full orange (when I mean full, I meaneverything a person wears is of the same color, from shirt to shoes), as she entered theclassroom.

Good morning Miss Enriquez. replied the students.

Miss Jonah Enriquez is the class adviser, chemistry teacher and level coordinator for the thirdyears. Fair yet firm, I would have to say shes a good teacher. She was the one who pointedme to the right direction when I was lost on the first day of the year.

Other that the fact that I slipped on wet floor twice, the whole day was good. I finished my

duties in the school library, but then dust caused me to sneeze every time I went near theliteratures. I survived the unstable chemical reaction in class, and I managed to ignore

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everyones stare and laughter when I came out of the lab with my face partly smudged onwith a light blue color, glasses askew and my hair in disarray.

Albeit that my school is like this, I love it so much. I may not have a good impression among people, but at least I am myself, without pretending.

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______________________________ Chapter 1______________________________________

October 29 (the morning time) - Matthew

Two weeks have passed and things have turned back to normal since the last quartersexams. The weather is starting to get cold and rain becomes frequent as December approaches us.

Just then, our conversations in the class were halted with a shock from hearing the very, veryloud bang of the door and the appearance of a teacher with his dusty glasses. That is, of course, the legendary Sir Handela. All I see is a strict teacher, but others tell me that they seesome sort of ghost in their imagination, with matching scary music.

Good Morning, Sir Handela. said the class, though we all knew that it was clearlyunnatural for him to reply. All we do is take our seats when he nods or gestures to do so, andtry to keep ourselves quiet (its just not right for 3-A to keep quiet).

Anyways, being in this class is like taking a sleeping pill and forcing yourself to win amarathon at the same time. It is a known fact that we all hate World History, but we had nochoice since we had to pass his subject. In addition to this, he was very strict about hisgrading, so doing ones best is the only option to simply pass his class.

Same as always, the class starts with a boring lecture, but things turned around when I saw asmall ball of paper zoom across the room after a few minutes, and hit Sir Handela at the back of his head. Im sure that he felt it because, as I brace myself, he turned around and picked up

the paper.

WHO THREW THIS?!

Oh, man. Our class is in for a world of pain.

October 29 (time after morning) - Charles

By lunch time Matthew was keeping himself quiet, even I could tell what was in his head.Walking alongside of him on our way to the library, I started the conversation.

Look, I didnt do it. Okay? You know that Mat. I had always called him that since I methim.

Yes, well I know that, even though I wasnt actually looking. Its just that with all this work we can hardly go to the court now.

He was definitely right. I wont have the time to practice, because of a stupid paper ball :

After Mr. Handelas outrage, the class looked nervous. We all were sort of scared, becausehe might blame someone (many times this happened to the third years, the last time made thetallest guy in 3-C cry.), even though he didnt actually see who threw it. But then:

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Okay class, if no one will confess, I might as well give your research project an earlydeadline. It will be passed by the time after semester break. Mr. Handela said with a smug look at his face.

After semester break? some were outraged. (Ahemthat included me.)

Yes, dearly after semester break, to keep you busy within the holidays. Even if the personwho threw this thing at me confessed at this moment, I will not change my mind. Moving right along now

Now, because of the kid that never confessed, Im spending my three-day holiday at homeworking on the research.

Hey, Charleswe need to get going. You havent reviewed for the Chemistry test yet.Matthew said to me when he saw me like I was glued to the floor.

Yeah, sure. Lets go. I said as I followed Matthew.

Were preparing for a Chemistry test that afternoon. We reached the library with ease and Isat on the nearest chairs while Matthew had a conversation with Sir Linha the librarian.Being scholars, Matthew and I had to do some school duties, to keep up and for the school tomake sure that theyre not wasting their scholarships on misbehaved students.

Matthew gave me his notebook and told me to sit already while he was talking to our librarian. I stayed there and I slightly read my chemistry book which I placed on the desk infront of me, but my mind just wandered for a while and it did not land on my chem. book. Istarted writing all these thoughts in the notebook Im holding.

October 29 (sometime before Chemistry) - Matthew

I finished my conversation with Sir Linha (It took a little more time than I expect, Sir Linhareally talks slowly). He asked me to write down a number of books that were lost in thelibrary. Im supposed to find them later that day since Im spending most of my afternooncleaning there.

I took a seat across Charles who kept himself quite busy from the moment we came to thelibrary. I noticed that a lot of students were in the library, including a few of our classmates.

Okay, ummlets get started. Wheres my notebook? I said, and then I notice that Charleswasnt paying much attention. He returned my notebook without even looking up for he waswriting some (actually a lot) at the back of his notebook.

What are you doing? I asked.

Nothingnothing. So, the test starts with Chapter 3, right?

After a long, long half-hour of review, we both decided to go back to our classroom twentyminutes early.

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Could you hold this first? My shoes are untied. Charles said to me and he handed me hisstuff. I walked across the library to sign the logbook, but then I surprisingly found myself falling on the floor. How the heck did that happen? Well, Sir Linha gave the answer.

Careful. Wet floor. Some kid spilled someorange juice and we just had to clean it. he

said.

Charles helped me get up and I pick up everything I dropped. We both walked all the way toour classroom. I opened my notebook to keep on reviewing while we were walking.

Charles, could I borrow your notebook for a second?

I thought you had it.

No I dont have it.

Silence

Well, that was awful. Now I have to run back for what felt like kilometers away

October 29 (minutes before Chemistry) Mary Grace

Miss Solis, well be practicing several times by semester break.

This sentence had been repeated throughout this week by Ms. Ramos, my voice teacher. Myears were already aching from hearing it all over again, but I knew this would be the last

time, since the semester break will be tomorrow. I ran into her on the way to the library (Theauditorium was next to the library, since it was soundproof and quiet.) because I need to borrow a research book for History. It was thanks to that person who threw a paper ball at analready hot-headed teacher.

Hi, Sir Linha. Ill just look for a history book. I said to the librarian.

After picking up a couple of books, I finally chose the one that looked worn out and oftenused: Overview of the Worlds History. I filled out my library card and handed it to Sir Linhaand on my way out, I noticed an orange notebook lying open on the floor. From the momentI saw it, I knew that the notebook belonged to someone in 3-A (Since orange is the color

code for our class). I opened the notebook by the back cover and to my surprise; I found aletter at a removed leaf of the notebook. The weird thing is: The letter was for me .

I was in shock when I read it. I kept myself quiet. Who could have written this? I was aboutto turn the notebook over and read the name when a fellow student appeared, panting. Irecognized that it was Matthew, my classmate. I hid the letter behind my back.

Sorry, he said. He got the notebook from me, explained and smiled. I forgot this

As he walks away, the only thing that I could say since I was inside the library was a silentOMG

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______________________________ Chapter 2______________________________________

- October 31 (5:30 pm) Rosalie

This had to be the best day, EVER

I watched Marco leave as he approached the gates of our house. He looked around andwaved. I didnt know if I blushed or anything, but my face definitely grew hot. Ive had acrush on him like forever, but this was the only time that something actually happened. Henever noticed me in school, mostly he just passes by. Still, I dont care. Hes morefascinating than before.

When he was out of sight, I could tell that I was smiling. Oh yes, I definitely was, becausewhen I opened the door my brother was there with his arms folded. He had a big grin on hisface.

Whos your boyfriend? he asked.

None of your business, Ryan I said. I tried to sound angry, but my insides are stilltingling.

I went to my room and sat on the bed. Across from where I was sitting was the mirror in myroom. I looked like I had the time of my life. The first thing that entered my mind is to tellsomeone now who?

- October 31 (nightfall) YujiThe sun was setting in the horizon, but still nothing comes to my mind about what happensnext. I sit here in front of my desk, facing a blank screen, with no ideas in my head. I openthe transparent door to the terrace. A gentle breeze surrounds the area. I am having anauthors nightmare: a storys dead end.

Hmm theres got to be a way for this thing to move, move on to another scene or situation

I closed the music playing from the IPod across the room and, just in time, my cell phonerang. I reached it with my hand and held it to my ear.

Hello?

Hey, its me. I just had the most wonderful day of my life. I was just with Marco. said thevoice. The voice was so familiar that I didnt have to think about who it was. How can I evenforget that she was out with that guy?

Oh, right. I tried to sound happy, but I really wasnt. I knew the guy was definitely badnews, but she doesnt know that yet. Even if shes smart she tends to be a little clueless.How was it?

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It was awesome! I could tell that he was thinking a lot though, and he seemed to be in ahurry. Maybe he needs to go somewhere or maybe running an errand.

Maybe hes still on his habit I said in a low voice. Theres no way that he can do this to Rosalie, never could he do the same.

Habit? What habit? Rosalie asked on the other end.

Huh? I was in shock that I was still in the call. Nothing. So anyway, what dyou do?

Pretty much talking and stuff. I convinced him to let me teach him how to play guitar. Heinsisted but

I listened over the phone for an hour, with Rosalie reassuring every five minutes if I was stillthere (we do this all the time, so I got used to the long hours).I found out that they went to the

park and stayed there. Rosalies going to teach him some of her skills in music, and theyregoing to work it out to work his schedule his schedule . She stopped only when I heard her

brother scream Dinner time! over the phone.

Thats my cue. Well, see you Monday, okay?

Yeah sure, bye. Rosalie, be

Fast beeping followed.

careful.

I put down the phone and rubbed my ear. It hurts, but it was alright. That time, I stepped tothe desk and opened my computer that was on stand-by. I knew what to write finally.

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______________________________ Chapter 3______________________________________

November 2 (5:00 pm) - Charles

Nate, we should get going! I shouted.

Yeah, sure. Ill be there!

I just spent the last two days away with my family in our province of Ilocos, and I would justlove to have a break. I just walked in the park with my brother Nathaniel. I walked fasttowards to the Carnation Street on the way to our house.

Yuji lives in this street, and I could often hear music from the balcony of his room. Earlier today though, he was acting very strange. I found him at the playground next to our house,watching kids play and run around like lunatics. He was on one of the swings and I sat downnext to him. I cant believe it, its like he didnt even know I was there. I took a few seconds

before he came out of trance and tilted his head to face me.

Hi Charles. he said briefly.

Are you okay? I asked. He looked as though he was worried.

Good. Never been better. he said, but still he didnt change his expression when he focused on the playground once more.

Are you sure everythings okay?Yahnothing to worry about. Anyways, I should go.

Another thing was, after he said goodbye, he headed towards the other direction until I toldhim that his house was behind him. He went to his house then.

I watched my brother walk (hes so slow) up to me. We walked together back to our house. When we arrived, I went straight to my room and changed. I opened my computer

because Im not sure if Ive done the homeworks we had (Geometry, Filipino and History). Iwas slightly disappointed when I found out that only a few of us were online. Matthew was

one of them, and I decided to ask him.

November 2 (6:00 pm) - Matthew

DING! DING!

I opened my eyes, but they closed in an instant.

DING!

I pulled myself up, away from my bed and towards the opened computer. One message wasthere but it was all blurred. I suddenly realized that I wasnt wearing glasses. Idiotic me. Iwore them and the letters came into focus.

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Charles: hi. do u know our homeworks?

Matt: filipino in the book, geometry #s 1 to 10, chemistry (notebook) and historyresearch

Charles: okay. see u tomorrow.

Matt: ok.

I finished the works ages ago, and all I have to do is track them down one by one (theyseemed to have scattered to different parts of my room.) The Filipino book is on the bedsidetable, Geometry paper is under it, the chemistry notebook was on my desk, and the Historyresearch was by the window next to the bookshelves. When I finally put everything in my

bag, thats when I heard another DING! from my computer.

Charles: Hi again. Mat, have u seen a piece of paper in my chemistry notebook?

That was peculiar. I didnt see anything.

Matt: no. nothing.

It took a while for Charles reply, and I could tell that he was looking for it. Whatever iswritten in that paper, it must have been important. Then, he finally replied.

Charles: okay, thnx anyway.

He signed out without further notice. I signed out too (I was frustrated the thing woke me

up in the first place). I prepared everything I needed for school. A few minutes later, I hearda car pull over, and my father knocked and opened the door.

Matthew, help us with dinner. Aunt Beatriz and Arias here now.

Okay dad.

Great. I thought I would have time to be more focused but noooo now we have visitors for the month. It is because of Aunt Beatriz that we are living here in Baguio, she gave my father the job of designing her house. Dads an architect, and his dream is to design a house to be

proud of. Of course he said yes, and I dont want to be the one stopping him from what he

always wanted.

I went down the stairs, and walked across the hallway to the dining room.

Little Matthew! someone said from behind me and I felt a hand ruffle my hair. Ah, nowonder. That, is my cousin Aria. Im already fifteen, but she thinks of me as though I justlearned how to talk yesterday. She looks a lot different from when I last saw her: she had astreak of pink highlight on her hair, and she was much taller.

I tried to fix my hair when I sat down. We all started to converse and eat. I went unnoticed,nearly invisible until I bit my tongue and swore out loud.

Number? said Aria. When you accidentally bite your tongue, recite the alphabet

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I know, you told me about that before. I replied.

Oh, right. How about thirteen? Try it. she said.

I counted the numbers in my head: a, b, c, d, e, f, g, h, i, j, k, l, m. M I stared blankly for one second, then convinced myself not to believe in everything that my cousin tells me. Thething is not possible.

November 2 (7:30 pm) Mary

Okay, stop it. Maybe it was some sort of mistakemaybe it wasnt him who wrote the letter.Who the heck am I kidding?

I have never been close to him. Ive known Matthew as a classmate, but never a close friend.We barely even talk to each other, let alone be together in school. But still, he is smartenough to choose someone like me.

It has been days, since I last read this letter, and it caused my mind to whirr faster than before. I felt it through the words, that whoever wrote this understands me well and knowswhat kind of person I am. One thing is that Matthew has only known me for about fivemonths and it seems impossible to believe hed known me in an instant.

If it is not Matthew who wrote this, it was somebody else in 3-A. The question is: Who? Istarted to skim through every boy in class according alphabetical order, and I realized thatalmost all of them had issues:

...Calvin, too self-centered to even care, Marco, nah hes already got someone. Jetthro, heseems too depressed from breaking up with Abigail. Charles

My voice broke off. Charles

No. Definitely not. He already showed that he didnt like me that way, and there was no waythat he would feel like it now. I know Ive said to myself that I didnt feel him anymore, butdeep inside, I know I still liked him. Although we dont talk to each other much often than

before, I knew.

I watched the stars as I continued thinking. They all seemed to smile back at me. Then, I sawa streak of light. A wish I thought. A wish

I wish I could tell someone about all this someone who wont judge mesomeone who will care and be there for me.

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- November 3 (6 am at school) Yuji

It had been exactly sixty hours since I talked to Rosalie about Marco. I had been countingever since, and I know I freaked Charles out when he saw me at the playground yesterday.

Now, my current agenda is to act as though I havent been obsessing about it for the last sixtyhours.

At six in the morning, only a few people are in Greyard: just some members of the staff and acouple of sleepy students. Im actually the first one to arrive in class, and its my boring dutyto open all windows and curtains. Then, few of my classmates start to arrive half an hour later and the school starts to awaken.

As for now, I am alone. I usually scribble on a pad of paper until someone comes, but myhead was preoccupied that only small dots appear on the paper because I kept tapping my

pen. I got a little bored.. No one was there except Rosalie, who just arrived and looked insidemy classroom, searching for me.

Yuji, I need some help in Math. she said. I followed her out to her classroom (which is nextto mine). When she put down most of her stuff, she faced me again. I know you dont likeMath much, but I really need your help.

I helped her out with the small problems she needed to understand. Only a few minutes have passed, so no one was still there. A small gap of silence filled us.

Ive been trying to contact him lately. Rosalie said quietly.

Who?

Marco.

GreatA topic I dont want to talk about. I tried to keep my voice calm and indifferent.Really?

Yeah. But he says hes still busy lately. We might start during the week though.

Oh. I cannot even reply. I dont want to talk anymore, but the words just spilled out of mymouth before I could stop myself. I think its a bad idea.

What is?

Hanging out withthat guy. Hes bad influence you know. Its not just because Imnever mind.

I explained myself and my opinion. Still, I am not satisfied with what I said and Im sure thatit wasnt the reason why I dont want this to happen. Its not because Im ahhh.whats theword: jealous. Its not because Im jealous, because Im definitely not (I think.)

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No, hes not. Im pretty darn sure.

Rosalie was extremely clueless, and I was ready to tell her what this guy was up to. Theresno harm in doing so. Im just doing her a favor after all.

Rose, havent you heard yet? Hes- I started but then somebody came in the room thatthrew me off-course.

Good Morning! the girl said. She glanced at me. Hi? she said, in a way as if shes pointing out that Im not supposed to be there. Understanding this, I walked across the roomand exited. Sheeshonly a few more minutes, and I could have told her.

- November 3 (3:20 pm) Rosalie

The cold season of the year had started and yet, the afternoons are still warm in the region. Iwalked all the way to the auditorium. Every last Monday period is the club period. I myself am in the Teen Maestros club. We spend most of the time basically in practice. Todaysdifferent though because well be joined with the Terpsichores Choir (another club) in

preparation for the Christmas presentation.

When I enter the auditorium, I noticed two of my classmates and one from 3-A who Irecognized. Shes Marysomething. ShootI cant remember her last name. Anyway, Iheard she was a good singer (We have never been classmates, so were not close.). Ms.Ramos stood in front of everyone.

Okay, members, Mrs. Narete is absent for today so Maestros, I will be coaching you and the

choir for your presentation. she said. How about we start with a simple practice of the 2nd

song?

We havent practiced the 2 nd song yet, Miss Ramos. said my co-member.

And thats why

Everyone kept playing their instruments (me as the temporary pianist, though technically Imnot playing the whole thing, I cant do most chords on the piano, so the 4 th year girl washelping me.), and the choir was singing, but Ms. Ramos voice overcame all that and forcedus to stop what we were doing.

Is there a problem Miss Solis? You are not singing.

Sorry Miss Ramos, I just

Mary stopped her sentence without ending it properly. Ms. Ramos noticed this too and, all of a sudden:

Maybe you need a little help with your tone. Ill have Rosalie, she glanced at me. To helpyou with it while the rest of us will practice.

Okay, that was quite weird. I watched her walk up to me. At least I know her full name now.

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Okay, lets start, shall we? she said with a smile.

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______________________________ Chapter 5______________________________________

November 3 (3:35 pm) Mary

Good, thats good. said the girl named Rosalie after I sang the first piece for the presentation. Ive seen her around, but I never really talked to her. Lets try to adjust it alittle to your key

We practiced for the whole club session and when the bell rang, I watched Rosalie talk to myformer annoying classmate, Marco. In the control room, I got my bag and headed downstairs.I was a little scared of the fact that Miss Ramos questioned my singing. I guess theres a lot inmy mind.

I walk out of the school campus and I see my mom in the car waiting for me. I walked acrossthe street without knowing, without seeing anything, without thinking that a car was near me.When the car stopped quickly and emitted a loud horn, I was alerted.

Sorry, I said apologetically.

I approached the car and put my bag on the backseat when I realized I left some books in theauditorium.

Mom, Ill just run back to get something. I said.

Okay, just hurry, we need to get going! bellowed my mom.

I gasped for breath when I reached the third floor of the high school building, but I was alittle surprised when I got to the main door of the control room, I heard someone playing the

piano.

I was dumbfounded. Whoever it was a great pianist, and it wasnt a very familiar song. I wasdetermined to know who it was. I picked up my books but thenI accidentally bumped intothe swivel chair and pushed it against the door.

BANG!

The piano stopped playing. I hurried out to the auditorium and I saw the one side of theswinging doors moving back and forth. The person left and I didnt see him or her. I gotdown to the car again, exhausted.

How was school? my mother asked.

Fine, like always. I replied.

Hows your presentation coming? You should sing well by that time, Ms. Ramos told meyou were having troubles.

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I didnt reply. Mom was very uptight when it came to my singing. I think she wants me tohave a certain career in it. Ah, well its not what I want.

November 3 (5 minutes to 4:00) - Matthew

I was late. Fifteen minutes late. I walked down the hallway and quickly ran to the library. Outof the blue, I saw Charles there inside, fixing and returning some books. I approached him

but he talked first before I do.

Your late. he said.

I know, I was justwait. I stopped abruptly. I thought you were appointed in thechemistry lab?

I was. Then I got transferred here for the next two weeks. Where the heck have you been?

Justaround the campus. I said quietly.

Fine. I tried to spill it out of you for months now, but whatever Charles said, as if waiting for me to end his sentence by saying where I actually was.

I was in deep thought. I didnt tell anyone and I wont be telling.

Its just for me to know and for you not, I repeat, NOT to find out. I said as I faced theother way around and turned to one of the shelves. I placed a ragged book on the top shelf and then returned the other books, and faced Charles once more to find him staring in empty

space.Whats wrong?

November 3 (three: forty pm) Charles

I came back to right thinking when Matthew noticed me. Whats wrong? he asked.

Well remember last Sunday, I asked you if you saw-

A piece of paper in your Chem notebook. Matthew finished. He freaks me out when he

does that. He remembers things carefully, in full detail.

Yeah. Are you sure that you didnt see anything? I asked.

No, I didnt see anything. For real.

Oh, okay. I stood there, with disappointment that I still dont have that letter, that I stilldont know where it was, that Matthew didnt make a mistake of overlooking. And worstof all

That someone accidentally found it and, much worse, read it all.

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- November 10 (11:10) Rosalie

For how many years that Ive known Yuji, Im surprised that I didnt know everything abouthim yet. I went to his house last Friday (Its sort of a tradition that I go to their house everymonth. Yuji helps me in cooking, since I have no talent in doing so.) and I found out that

The ingredients are on the top shelf, Saito. said his mom.

Yuji fidgeted a little and gave his mother a meaningful look. His mom smiled as though sheunderstood whatever it meant and calmly apologized. Then she was my curious expression.She chuckled.

You dont know do you Rosalie? she asked.

Dont know what, Mrs. Milauva? I cluelessly replied.

That Yuji doesnt like it when people call him Saito.

After that, Yuji told me, to quote, that he never did hate the name. He just wanted to becalled as Yuji from now on because only few of his family ever calls him that and he feelslike a kid. His annoyance gave me a particular idea which was executed this morning when Iwent to their classroom: I greeted him Good morning Saito! in a loud voice.

Now, the war resumes haha (okay Im part human, part evil-genius!)

Today was the start of the high school Knowledge Fair, and each public places in the highschool building (grade school exhibits are long over last week) has some sort of exhibit,flyers are given out to students so that they can explore the place after lunch break:

Knowledge Fair

1. General Science Room held by the Future Minds Club- Interactive projects of school alumni and science club members

about basic science topics2. Classroom 4A held by the Peaceful Defenders

- debate match to anyone who is willing to defend ones opinions3. AV Room educational film viewing4. Basketball court Book sale of fiction and general information books

The rest was written below the paper too, but I didnt have a chance to read everything whenYuji caught up from behind me.

Hey, where do you plan on going first?

I was thinking the court first. There might be song books there.

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haha you and your music like always. He said with a grin.

Oh, shut up. I said as I hit him on the head. And you? I doubt that youll want to miss the books too

I saw them this morning. They were already there and they allowed me to look throughthem. Most were interesting, but I still have that story to work on.

Riiiight I said in realization. Yuji writes loads, and Im sure this ones special, since hekeeps telling me the plot is still secret.

Ill just head down by the eating area for lunch, then work-

On your story, yeah I finished his sentence. I guess I expected much.

Hey, look. Ill walk you home if you want. Then we can go to that new ice cream shop byyour place, kay?

He sure knows how to cheer me up after letting me down, and I easily fall for his alibis.

Okay, promise? I said in confirmation.

Promise.

- November 10 (5:30) Yuji

Wow, I guess I do owe her for going alone to the court.

I just ate lunch and I sit under a large tree at the side of the cafeteria. I wrote slowly butsurely, and my story had so much progress, but I still cant stop thinking of Rosalie. Maybe I

should have gone with her.

After a while, stood up and decided to look for her. But before I can go, I heard Marco withsomeone. A girl someone. My over conclusive mind forced me to hide from their sight. I hid

behind a tall pillar and I listened to what they have to say.

Look, dont make this harder than it already is.

Well then, end it!

But, I need to-

That badly? That youre willing to hurt me for that worthless girl?

This will only be a while. This is the only way that Ill-

Yeah, right! Thats what you said before too, you know.

I know. I owe you so much as my girlfriend.

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You do owe me so much.

Silence . Everything I heard was so clear that I knew exactly what to do after: Tell Rosalieabout this. Even if she thinks Im an eavesdropper, I dont care. No one can stop me, or atleast thats what I thought.

Marco put his hand over my mouth and grabbed me from behind. I felt like I cant breathe.

I know you youre Rosalies buddy right? he asked as he removed his hands off me.

Thats right. And I heard everything

Oh, oh did you!? he said as he pretended to be shocked. So youre gonna tell her now, areyou?

Good guess, because I am telling her that youre just using her! I said as I briskly walk away. But before he was out of my earshot, I caught his last words:

Do you really want to do that? he said daringly. I turned around to face him.

Yes, I do. I want to tell my best friend to be careful about almost making the biggest mistakeof her life: falling for an idiot like you.

An idiot like me, you say? he laughed like an evil villain. Ive noticed Rosalie before youknow, she used to be so excited when I wanted to borrow her pencil when we were young. Iknow that shes been crushing on me all those years, and Im sure you know that too.

I let him talk. His words maybe hurtful, but I kept myself patient. My fist was clenchinghorribly, but I listened intently. Even if he was already walking around me, observing me,taunting me and Rosalie.

I think I know very well what happens when you tell her. Ill give you a little summary of what will happen. After a long, long while, something happened between us. Rosalie will behappy of course, giddy if you might say so. Youve seen her happy right? So happy that itmakes you feel extremely happy as well. Now, do you want to take all that away from youre

precious Rosalie?

Yuji, I know very well that you like her. Love her, if Im right. Dont tell me thats not true, because I know it is. Is it?

He gave me a chance to speak on the time and situation that I most definitely didnt want todo so.

Whats the matter? Cat got your tongue? he said. Now just imagine what would happen if you told her. Shell be all crying, depressed, lonely. Shell be so lonely that she doesnt wantto see anyone. In short, you cant see her anymore. Equals = END OF YOUR FRIENDSHIP.Do you really want that to happen?

I gave it thought. My conscience was whirring uncontrollably.

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Dont let that guy fool you! Tell her!

Come on, Its Rosalie were talking about here. Obviously I dont want to see her get hurt?

What? Do you just want her to be happy on some false truth?

Its better than being depressed forever!

Yeah, right

Now, my head was in total pain. After a while, Marco is still waiting for my response.

Do you really want to happen? he repeated.

no.

I thought so. See yah, Yuji.

I ran around campus to look for her, but I cant find her anywhere. When lunch was almostover, I walked up to my classroom, only to find that she was back in her classroom. I met her

by the door and she looked worried.

I was looking all over for you.

You were?

Yes! I realized that you were gonna tell me something a few days ago.

Oh, right.

Great. Now is the time that she asks me to talk about that. What should I do?

Well?

Its about Marco. He. told me thathe was really looking forward toyour lessons.

Really? she said with a smile.

Really.

Im gonna miss that smile of hers when its gone.

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______________________________ Chapter 7______________________________________

November 18 (Morning) Mary

Weeks had passed since I heard someone from the auditorium and since then, I kept coming back every Monday to hear her (or him) play. Everytime, I hear the pianist at its work, and Ifight the urge to enter and find out who he or she is.

Yesterday, everything was different when I entered the auditorium when the pianist left(when I hear doors, I assumed the person made its way out) and I saw that the grand pianositting in the middle was still open, its keys still seen. I closed it slowly and on the cover wasa white Post-It note:

I know youre there. Please dont come here anymore. Please.Just how the person used Please twice makes me feel pity. By handwriting (I dont know aguy who had such legible handwriting so), I assumed that I was listening to a girl thiswhole time. With the girls plea, I decided to quit coming there, even if it does disappoint mefor that person not to show her talent to everyone.

November 18 (After School) Charles

Of all people, I never thought that I would see Matthew so tensed up and worried. He wasacting weird for the past few weeks, when hes usually the one who calms me down. Today

though, he was back to normal. I approached him after the bell rang while he was reachingunderneath his chair and I heard him mutter, I hope, who ever that was, gets the point.

What is your point? I asked him from behind.

He was surprised and bumped his head on the armchair with a loud aray! to match.

Sorry.

Thats okay Matt said, still rubbing his head.

Ill repeat. What is your point?

Nothing.

Ugh come on! I wont tell anyone anyways, why wont you tell me? I exclaimed. This is beyond its limit. Usually he tells me loads (for a quiet person, he is pretty talkative) butthis was totally different.

Even if you badger me for the next few minutes, I still wont tell you.

Aww come on

I said no, okay? He finally said to me then he sighed. Court?

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You bet. Why dont you go there first, then Ill follow later. I still have to get my books.

Sure.

I walked to my chair and started to put books to my backpack when I noticed that a classmatewas looking at me.

Hey, JR I started. W-whats up?

..nothing.

Arent you going home?

Cleaner. He said as he held up a crumpled piece of paper. Hey that looks familiar

Ah! Can I have that? I asked. I know it sounded weird for me to ask for a piece of trash.Even JR might have thought so, because he looked at me with surprise, then looked at the

paper, then looked at me again. Then he handed over the crumpled paper slowly to me.

Thanks.

S-sure N-no problem.

So I immediately exited the classroom and pried the paper open. I am sure, very much surethat this was the same paper that hit Mr. Handelas head weeks ago.

I read it slowly (It was written in blotty ink, so its pretty hard to read.) but surely, only tofind out a horrible truth.

Hey, basketball finals gonna be soon! Charles isgoing to be there. You know well what I thinkabout him. Hes cute!

Come on, dont tell me youre freaking out. said Matthew when I handed him the letter. Iwas already practicing, practicing to get my head off the letter.

I am not freaking out! Its just, I sighed as I shot the ball halfway across the court. Iwalked up to Matthew, who was sitting on the spectators chairs. I dont like it when peopleadmire me.

What!? Matthew said in shock. Youre one of the most known athletes of this school!How do you expect them not to admire you?

No. not like that. I meant, I trailed off trying to say the word I cant say. c

What?

cr

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What!? Matthew said more loudly. He has the right to do so, cause Im not saying it outloud.

crushes. I meant crushes. I dont like the fact that people, especially girls, like me because I

am a good basketball player.

Oh I get it. Matthew said in his usual empathic analysis. You want people to like youmore than that.

Exactly! I replied. He sure gets me easily. Exactly like that.

Did anything like that happen already? I mean, did someone already tell you they like you because of that?

Yeah, but I hesitated to say it. Ive also got secrets of my own. You know what? Forgetit.

We were silent for a while. I continued practicing and after some time, we decided to gohome.

November 18 (Late afternoon) - Matthew

Dad, Im home!

Matty!

Matty? Dad never called me that before Oh no that means-

Youre home! Thats great! said Aria. Sheesh shes still as annoying as ever. Youredads gonna be late. Hes out with Mama. Theyre buying groceries for dinner.

That explains it. Aunt Beatriz is Arias mother, in short Aunt Beatriz is my fathers sister.Considering that theyre out, only Aria is home.

Right. Im gonna go upstairs. I said trying to rid myself of her.

Wait. Can you come back down here after? she asked. Almost pleadingly.

Sure. Why?

Justfor company.

Okay. Fine. Whatever. I said as I turned to the stairs and rolled my eyes. Company? Well, Ithink shes been alone for some time now since Dad went out. After changing my clothes Iheaded back downstairs only to find Aria staring at a framed picture on top of the grand pianoin the living room. She held the picture and turned around.

School program? she asked as she sat to the nearby couch, still holding the picture frame.

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Sort of. Foundation Day. Thats my friend Charles, on the right. I pointed out as I sat nextto her. And his brother on the corner.

Brother?

Yeah, hes in college now as far as I heard. 1 st year just like you.

Just like me, huh... Aria said in all seriousness. She seemed so stern.

Is something wrong? I asked in curiosity.

No, no. Nothings wrong. She finally said. She returned the picture and rested her head onthe piano.

She was acting very weird. Shes usually all jolly and ecstatic at times, always joking around.I cant even believe she can be this quiet. But more so, I cant believe that she would actuallyask me something that would make me feel morose.

Matthew, do youmiss your mom at times? she asked. The question itself made my bodyfeel heavy, as if I cant move.

W-why do you ask?

You rarely talk about her. And its almost her death anniversary. she said.

Right. I could never forget that day. That day, ten years ago. Kilometers from here. Bloodeverywhere. I tried to rid myself of the horror, but only Arias voice led me out of darkness.

Im sorry. I didnt mean to. Especially because Im the one that told you why thathappened. She said with concern.

Were home! shouted Dad. With dinner!

Alright.! Aria said, bobbing along with my dad as if nothing happened. Even if she waslike that, I admire her ability to swallow her feelings. I cant do the same. I simply walked

over next to my dad. He leaned over to me and said: Were going to visit you mom nextSunday. Is that okay?

I nodded.

Very much okay.

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- November 24 (Morning) Yuji

You dont look so good. Are you alright? asked Matthew when I didnt participate in mostof the Phys. Ed. Activities today.

Im okay. My heads just a little fuzzy. I said truthfully. Ever since I was a child, my headhurts whenever I overthink sometimes, usually when I overthink some problems. I think thats maybe because of-

You look pale too. said Charles when he happened to pass by next to us. I think youshould go to the clinic. You might have a fever.

But-

Hes right.

What if-

Ill come with you.

I have to-

Im sure your health is more important than anything else. Matthew said with his finger inthe air, as if an as-a-matter-of-fact manner. Well, they did outnumber me, so we went to theclinic.

Do you want me to call your parents for this? The nurse said. She was waving thethermometer in front of me, and when I looked at it, it read 39C. I agreed to her offer andrested on the bed in the clinic. Matthew and Charles were still there, and after a moment,Matthew went out to tell our adviser Ill go home. This always happens, because I usually getsick (I already had three cases of fever for the year. Four, counting this time.)

I checked the clock. Its nearly recess, and all I can think about is how Rosalie will react if I

dont approach her for recess. And, as if someone heard me, a student went inside. At first Ithought it was Rosalie. It turned out to be Mary, who was apparently looking for me. Shesaid a small hi.. I swear I just saw her blush on the spot when Charles came to her view,while he was avoiding eye contact.

Up to now, this still happens between them? Who am I to talk anyways, my lifes a total wreck!

aaaiiieeee I said teasingly. Charles looked at me, as if saying stop it or die. in a calmway. ahaha sorry I said simply with a smile. Charles exited the clinic and (probably)returned to the classroom. ahh Mary, what brings you here?

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Oh, right. she said, obviously forgetting why she was there in the first place. Rosalieasked me to look for you. I told her I heard that you were in the clinic. So she told me, umm,to tell you to get well soon.

I smiled. At least I heard her concern , but something still bothered me.

Wait. Why didnt she tell me this herself?

Well, she said shes really late on tutoring someone or something like that.

Of course. What else I just sighed out of disbelief. Later, my mom came to pick me up and bring me home. I didnt remember anything else, because my head was in too much pain.Well, maybe not only my head is in pain.

- November 24 (After School) Rosalie

Ma, Im not gonna run off! Im just going to visit Yuji at home. Hes sick. Again. Iexplained to my mother and my younger brother Ryan. We were driving to his place at thetime, and my mom doesnt believe me, even if I had proven to her that hes sick about amillion times (Yuji is prone to illness.). When we got there though, Mrs. Milauva satisfiedmy mothers curiosity and left me there for the time being. The worst part is I was forced to

bring Ryan along (He promised to behave though, hes very fond of Yuji.).

Sorry about that Mrs. Milauva. Moms just really protective of me. I said.

Oh, thats okay. Its been a long time since Ive seen Ryan. Youve grown! she said to my

brother, who was smiling innocently. But Im sure you still like those chocolate muffins Iused to make. Come, Ill give you some that you can bring at home, okay?

I ushered Ryan to the kitchen, and thats when Mrs. Milauva told me that Yuji was upstairsresting. I know almost everything about their house, since I always go there from time totime. But I have never been to Yujis room before. We all went upstairs to his room, wherehe was sleeping quietly. I took this time to look around his room.

Considering that hes a guy, the room was clean. Cluttered, but definitely clean. His desk atthe corner or the room was full of scratch papers, most of them balled up (story writing ishard work.) at the side, some lay flat under his books. On the shelf hanging in front of the

desk was a small stack of mangas (I only knew some of them, plus five that I gave to him as present) and a set of speakers, connected to an IPod I always see Yuji carrying. On another taller shelf next to his desk was a collection of albums. I may have noticed this earlier, but hisroom was definitely a shade of green (green wall, green curtains, green shelves etc.). Evena small old sofa (enough for one person to sit) was dark green.

Hes been asleep for some time now, so its best not to wake him up. Well have dinner first before him then? said Mrs. Milauva. We went down, ate dinner, helped her clean up andreturned to Yujis room. Ryan was staring at Yuji.

What? I asked.

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I like kuya. Hes really friendly. My brother said. That maybe the sweetest thing I heardfrom my bro. He sure looks sleepy though as he yawned and his eyes began to droop (okay,its only like, 6:00 but after Ryan eats, he sleeps immediately.). I made him sit on the couchin the room, where he slept soundly.

I put my hand over Yujis forehead, and Im sure that this fever isnt gonna be over soon. Atthat moment, I sat down on the floor and held his hand.

I feel so stupid I should have visited him at school. Im his best friend and I should have.

His room began to fade, and so did my consciousness.

- November 24 (Evening) Yuji

Am I dreaming? Or is it really that dark already?

I looked through the window and could see the stars. I closed my eyes for one moment, andnoticed that my hand felt warmer than usual. I looked at it and my heart jumped when I sawRosalie asleep, her head leaning on my hand and sitting on the floor. I pried my hand off (shedidnt wake, thank goodness) and sat up on my bed. It really was dark outside.

Across the room was Ryan, Rosalies brother, curled up and asleep on a small sofa in myroom. He shivered to the cold weather, so I stood up and covered him with a blanket next tome. I lost my balance for a while, and I felt a little woozy and I sat on the bed to regain

balance.

I turned my attention to Rosalie again, who didnt move. I bent over and looked at her moreclosely, more realizing how she looked so simple yet beautiful. I fought the urge to laugh,cause I could hear her snoring (I noticed it first on the fieldtrip long ago, and since then, Ithought it was adorable and funny.). Her hair was all over her face, and I moved them, butthis was a wrong decision because she slowly opened her eyes.

Aw, shoot.

Hey youre up Rosalie said slowly. She sat back on the chair next to my desk.Howre you feeling?

A little better. And if you were thinking about this morning, I said immediately, cutting her unspoken apology. its fine. I dont mind, okay?

Okay. In any case you should lie down though. She commanded promptly. I obeyed andlied down once again. Im going to call your mom, Ill tell her youre up because shes beenworried like me.

I smiled and nodded. I knew she was very much concerned, but before she left the room:

And Yuji, even if you dont tell me, I know something is definitely wrong, youve beenacting weird these days, and you find it hard to say things to me lately. I dont like seeing youlike this, and please, if you want to, please tell me whats bothering you. She went out of theroom and left me and her brother.

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Rosalie, I just dont want you to feel the sadness that I feel right now, but if you did, I will always be there for you.

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November 28 (Morning) Mary

No one really cares in school if its your birthday. I mean seriously, one should have a littlecredit for that

Solis, if you want to pass, you need to practice. said Ms. Medina, our Phys. Ed. Teacher.Shes pretty hotheaded, especially because during our last meeting, (which was on Monday)Yuji became sick and went to the clinic even before the class started. Now, shes very mad(especially with me) because almost half of the girls werent able to even shoot the ball for our basketball activity.

It was normal for me to have a near failing score in P.E., but Im determined not to show mytrue colors, because in reality I can pass the stupid subject ( I guess I can). Only, like theteacher said, I needed to practice. The bell rang 5 minutes later and my classmates started toleave.

I picked up the ball from the sidelines and walked in front of the ring. I breathed. I was goingto shoot it, really, but to my surprise

Relax your wrist. That will make things easier. said a voice behind me. Who else? Of course Charles

I tried to clear my head. But all I was thinking was Why is he, of all people, here? Nobody should see me doing this, now I feel a little ashamed of myself . I chose not to show that I feela little weird since Im practicing on an aspect that he is best at.

He approached me, took the ball from me and showed me how to do things right. For thenext few minutes, I asked him an awful lot of questions, but I only meant to ask half of them.Half was just out of pure curiosity if hes gonna break or something, after all that happenedlast yearbut nothing. Zilch. Zero. Nada.

He handed it back to me, and told me to try. I did so, but still failed. I picked up the ball andresumed my position. Charles was behind me as I raised my hand to shoot once again. But

my hands were shaking. Im sure he saw it too (duh, it was sooo obvious) but I wassurprised when he held the ball himself and supported my hand to stop them from shaking.

On three he said. One, two, three.

He released his hand, and I did what I had to do. The ball flew straight in the air and throughthe hoop. I cant believe I did it

Thank you, thank you so much I said as I faced him. It was the first time in a long timefor me to talk to him like this. Without nervousness, tension or awkwardness. I looked at mywatch and saw that its already 4:10. Moms probably wondering where I am. My head wasstill thinking about what just happened but when I replayed what happened in my head, Irealized something.

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I think I saw him blush.

November 28 (After School) Charles

I am here in the basketball court, thinking about what I did and why I did it. It was the firsttime I talked to Mary so normally since grade school, and just that thought is enough for meto smile, even if that wasnt the only reason. I never thought that this could happen again,after everything

I think I want to know what caused that smile of yours. A voice said out of nowhere.Matthew walked over to me, carrying half-a dozen books and his brown shoulder bag. (okay,he seriously looks like a lawyer.)

Dont even think about saying I told you so.I said, reading his expression. I know verywell that hes right, I just cant say it with a straight face. It wasnt all that fun.

Well, dusting the library also isnt that much fun. Sir Linha had me organizing the historysection. he said. Tell me: Was I right or was I right?

Matthew, regardless of his clueless look, probably knows everything. Hes one of the topstudents in class, but whenever he has free time, he doesnt always study. He maybe thereason for the unstable chemical reactions in Chemistry class, but hes the only one whounderstands the lesson completely. His personality hides behind his clumsy attitude too. Butof all things I have observed, I never thought that I could meet the person who canunderstand my every move, let alone know my secrets.

Ermso what did happen? According to what I had researched, Im the only one whoknows, even if you tell me or not. I just want to make sure I heard things right, cause I wont

believe anything they say unless its from you.

Trust. He caught my weakness in trust. So, I ended up telling him everything, about whathappened a year ago

We were first years, and I was admitted to the schools basketball team even if I was afreshmen. People liked me, or rather, people liked my popularity. After a while, I lost trust toan awful lot of people when I found out that most of them were just hanging with me because

I was famous. A small group of friends, then my classmates, then almost every person Iknow. Nothing could change the past, but if I could, I would love to undo what happened onthe last day of classes back then.

What happened?

I accidentally told her to go away.

Like how?

I believe my exact words were Get away from me and I will never like you.

Ouch.

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I know its harsh and everything, but I was really in a bad mood. I was planning toapologize, but well, the next day when I tried to talk to her:

Charles, you dont have to say anything. You said what you said, and I know you mean it. I

hope youll find someone who you like, and not just someone like me.

And everything started from there. Fine. You were right. I like her, maybe a lot. But I wontever do anything about it. I said.

I cant believe it took you so long before you actually said that to me. Matthew said withastonishment.

How long have you known?

I had my suspicions when I found out the other day that you stormed out of the clinic whenMary went in. Yuji told me, and plus, I was the reason why Mary went to the clinic in thefirst place. He finished off with a laugh.

What?

I was the one who Rosalie talked to, not Mary. I just passed it on to Mary who justhappened to be passing by. Isnt it ironic that she used to like you and now you like her?

Yah really ironic.

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