Complicated Love

Complicated Love

DeviousGracee

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Mia Joy, a working student who stuck in her past. Her father and her ex-boyfriend hurt her. She was suffering from pain because of two men in her life. She's the type of woman who won't give up as much as she can and as long as she lives, just for her dreams. What if her ex-boyfriend will go back to her and courted her again? Will she continue pursuing her dreams, or she will accept the man again? Will she allow herself to enter into a complicated love?

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Disclaimer: This story is only fictional. The names, personnel, businesses, places, events and incidents are either products of the author's imagination or used in a fictional manner. Any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, or real events is purely coincidental.

CHAPTER 1

I'm in a hurry to get dressed because I'm going to miss class. If I'm not lucky, it's late on the first day of school. The superstitions of the elders also say, when you are late on the first day of school. Eh, you've been late all year. The school I go to is still far away. From the dormitory where I live, I still have to ride a tricycle out of the alley. And it will take another five minutes to walk before reaching the jeep parking lot to the school. Certainly, before I get to school it is too early for the next in the subject.

I only go to a public school, because I'm just a working student. In short, I'm just living on my own. If only he hadn't kicked me out, I hope I'm not suffering right now.

"My god, MJ. Your early, huh?" Sarcastic introduction to me by one of my friends.

I don't consider anyone a best friend. I hated best friends relationship. Furthermore, I don't want to be attached to people.

"I woke up last night, didn't you come first?" I asked her as I wiped the sweat dripping from my forehead.

"I miss you a lot!" She hugged me tightly.

She's Grace. One of my friend since junior high. We're both senior high now, and we choose the STEM strand. We plan to do engineering when college comes. "I miss you too!" I'll give her a tight hug too. We don't care if other students look at us here because of our corniness. That I guess they are also late. She let go of the hug first, but she went straight to my side then clasped her hand on my arm.

"We're late for the first subject, daii. Can we just date at the canteen?" She said while doing puppy eyes. She always does this especially when she has a favor.

"Sure!" I answered quickly.

When we arrived at the canteen we expected not too many people. She lined up to buy food. Grace is rich, so there is no case for her to waste money. And, she only spends on food. They were rich, but she preferred to go public so that she could be with me. I just laughed at her at that point.

"Here, our favourite silog!" Excited by this promise as she landed her orders. After it laid down the dishes she was also excited to sit in front of me.

As usual, she's using alcohol before she eats. And she is always expected to be artistic even if she is just pretending to be hygienic. We started eating, as usual, we didn't talk when eating. Food manners as she seems to say. The amount she felt eh. To all of us, she is just like that. So when she's not around, we chat with her while eating.

"Do you have any news about Jaycee, Abby and Maika?" I have a curious question here. I made sure I finished eating before starting to speak. It will be a sermon again if you happen to.

"They're still on vacation," about the three Marias. Maika's cousin. Shrugged his answer and still frowned. "Why does it have to be grimacing?"

"Nah. They're taking too long on their vacation, as far as I know, there's a lot of handsome men there." This promise is inclined. I was dizzy at the inconsistent expression on her face.

"By the way, what is our schedule?" I asked. When I was so awake last night I forgot to check our schedule.

"You do not know?" She answered and raised her eyebrows at me.

"Would I ask if I knew?" I retaliated against this. She just stared at me again before opening her Hershel backpack. "Oh!" She exclaimed. I am thankful because my schedule is loose. My part-time job is not an obstacle. Because just in case I will be forced to resign from my job. And I don't know where I'm going to get my food daily. I tied up my blond hair because it obstructed the wind blowing from the canteen's electric fan. We are still here because there is no bell for the next class yet. "It's suited to you," Grace complimented about my ponytail hair. Every time I hurry, she always compliments me for wearing a ponytail. "Your hair is enviable, my dream hair is a bit wavy at the end. It's beautiful because it's inborn. Unlike the one who works in the salon, it also comes back. Well, it's also up to you to have loose hair. Even if you don't comb it eh. " It's a long line that I just laughed at. "Because the feature of your face is beautiful, the thickness of your eyebrows, the tip of your nose, the kissable lips and also clear skin. You look like an angel coming down to earth, are you sure you don't have a boyfriend?"

I was just shaken by what she noticed in me.

"Your height too, you can be a model, and you can do sports. Why don't you just be a model? You don't work hard at the fast-food chain, do you?" She said it again.

But, I change the topic.

"Your chatter, you're beautiful too ah?"

"But, not as beautiful as you." She replied.

"SUS, humble!" I'm pissed at her for making her look bad again. The inclination struggled.

"So, you don't have a boyfriend?" She said in a teasing voice.

"Nothing,"

"Since birth?" I was just silenced by this next question.

"AHM,"

"What? No answer?" She's smiling promises it.

"Your chatter, let's go to class." I got up first. I don't want to remember that past. Furthermore, I don't want to remember him anymore. Furthermore, I do not want to! No matter how hard you try to forget a painful thing that happened in life. There are still events that will make you remember that past.

"Ayieeee, she's got a boyfriend." she was still chasing before she followed me. The next subject is on the third floor. And I'm thankful because she never carved me carved about the boyfriend thingy. I also don't like her topic.

We reached the room together. I rolled my eyes at it. It's nice, maybe it's comfy to study. They were all staring at the two of us. Maybe because we both don't know each other. And Grace and I were the only ones who went in together.

We headed to the second seat at the end, I immediately picked up the spot next to the window that was immediately snatched by one. "By the way, I'll introduce you to someone." She whispered while smiling.

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