XIII. Sorry
What's that all about, huh Jas? James asked furiously, walking towards our direction with the ball in his hand.
I don't know what you're talking about honey. I told him sweetly as I reached for the ball, but he didn't give it to me.
You know what I'm talking about. You HIT Yza with this ball. He said through gritted teeth.
Geez, James. Calm down. T`was an ACCIDENT for crying out loud! Besides, it's not my fault if the ball just wanted to land on her face. Crossing my arms in front of me, I eyed Yza.
Whether it's accidental or intentional, she got hurt. And she atleast, deserves an apology from you. He grabbed me by the arm and almost dragged me to where that stupid biatch is. Good thing my friends and I were strong enough to restrain him.
You know what James, you could hold me by the hand and drag me anywhere you like. But please, don't do it on my arm. I said, releasing my arm from his grip. And btw, why are you acting like that? Are you two some sort of a couple here? He was taken aback with what I said so I continued my monologue. Why do you always have to overreact about things concerning her? Look, she's not even hurt! I did not hear her say `Aww. Poor me. Jasmine hit me with the ball. Help me please. I'm in pain. Oh please.` I imitated her timid voice, making the two chuckle and his face disgruntled.
My eyes drifted to Yza and I was surprised to see who her companion now is. Really James, it was an accident. I didn't mean it okay? Besides, I think Yza is actually enjoying what happened to her. I smiled at him evilly then looked at those two again, making sure that James got my message. He turned to look at Yza who's being taken care of by someone else. He glanced at me for a second then rushed towards Yza and... Ryan, the nerd.
Oh, wth is that nerd doing in there? Love triangle?
The typical third party in every story. We giggled at her term.
Yeah right. The third story.
**
It's been weeks after that volleyball incident and since then, James hasn't talked to me yet. Nor even did he glance at my direction. But I didn't care. My life doesn't revolve around him alone. Besides, I have Kevin to keep me entertained and exams to make me wicked.
Kevin Lockhart, my half-British-half-Pinoy sort-of boyfriend for this week (or two) is a freshman from Northville University. I met him in a party last week, and I could say that at first sight, you'd mistaken him for a hot model from the Land down Under. So from there, we started hanging out and everything else. He always see to it that he picks and drops me off to school, sparing my driver from his duty that he's obliged to.
Kevin's a perfect gentleman, to the point that I'm getting bored sometime.
**
Today's our first quarter exams and for days like this, we all get mixed up to students from different sections but of the same year ofcourse. Our student numbers will be posted in front of the room where we are supposed to take our exams with the designated seat number, and that's on a two-day span. More often, Lia, Kat and I do not share the same room every examination day so it's a total boredom for us when break time comes.
201011***** I asked a random student to look for my student number cuz I'm just too lazy to look for it. She WILLINGLY agreed then went on searching for my SN, lucky for her that she didn't take that long. My assigned room is in the middle part of the hallway. I walked my way towards that room and looked for my seat number. Students greeted me and stuffs like that, so I just nodded, faked a smile and glared at the window.
Hi J! Gah! For goodness sake! WTH is this wannabe doing here?! Can I sit beside you?
Are you an idiot? Don't you know that there's an assigned seat for everyone?
Yeah I know. Dito kasi yung assigned seat ko. You know?
If that's your assigned seat then go! Idc. You don't even have to ask for my permission you low-life. Can you spell annoying? Yeah right. M-A-R-J.
Hi Yza! You're here din pala! Say what?! Marj on my left and Yza on my right. Can you spell irritating to the nth level?! Gah!
Sir Larry came in minutes after our most dramatic get together, then the real torture began. It was only during the Pre-Calculus exam when it felt like I couldn't drain anything more from my brain.
I really hate math, to think that I even have two math subjects this year and two other math-related subjects. How lucky can I get right?
Right. I looked at my right and saw Yza answering her papers with complete ease. Forever nerd. It took me a few more seconds than necessary looking at her paper.
If I'm that bad, I would have copied her answers right away. But since I'm not that type, I can be a little considerate...to myself.
Yza.. I called her in a low voice. She looked at me, then at my paper which I pointed, making her eyes widen in disbelief with what I wrote there.
About the volleyball thing, I'm sorry. I didn't MEAN it.
Still looking at my paper, her eyes started to lit up when. . .
Sir Larry, Yza's cheating! She's looking at my paper!
