Love is complicated

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.