“Yes, because I don’t know why you’re acting like that, you suddenly pulled away.” I said calmly.
“Look at your appearance, do you think it’s nice to see a manang in a bar? Maybe you went to the wrong place. It’s not Sunday today there’s no mass here.” He said sarcastically, causing me to bow down.
He is right.
What am I doing to myself?
I’m really stupid, why am I trying to be like these people?
With my appearance and form, I’m sure no one wants to be my friend. If there is then it is for beneficial purposes.
“Do you think your pretty with those clothes? No matter how hard you work to make your self presentable and pretty then you should check yourself again. If you think that I eye you for once just because I’m nice to you, then you should think about it, wake up Fertine your still the shy nerd that never gets a hold of happiness that’s why you’re trying to fit into our worlds but that’s not gonna happen.”
Every time he let go, I couldn’t process everything. That word penetrates the heart. I understood what he wanted to tell me.
I tried to stop the tears from falling in my eyes.
“Thank you.” The only words that came out of my mouth, I turned the car door lock even though my hand was shaking.
He didn’t move, I got out of his car and I couldn’t stop crying.
When I walked in the halls of the school everyone was looking at me. Glaring, staring and some of us laughing and whispering something.
I don’t know why they are treating me like that now. Maybe it’s because of what happened yesterday. But that is impossible because as far as I know there is no one in the place where we talked. Is there really no one listening?
Then what happened was embarrassing. I tried to put it out of my mind last night, I didn’t think until I entered I would be able to bear thinking about it.
I was crying the whole time walking home. I turned my gaze to the floor and adjusted my glasses, my room wasn’t that far away so it was only for a moment.
Each of my classes went by quickly. I leave my room and walk again in the halls like what I did earlier this morning.
No one is looking at me now. It’s good. Maybe you’re tired of gossiping.
I thought about turning down the hall towards the basketball court to hopefully see one of my co-workers. I don’t know why there is something strange in my turn. Suddenly my heart beat faster. It also got a little hot, why is that?
What’s happening to me? Whatever.
Where is that?
As far as I remember, it always hung here. He told me once during our break time at work, that he also likes to play basketball.
Unexpectedly, what I had been avoiding seeing appeared before me.
Wilder.
Our eyes met, he was wearing a school varsity shirt and shorts. He is also wearing rubber shoes that look like beggars, from the looks of it, it looks like thousands of thousands have been spent. The ends of his hair are wet, slightly down, maybe because of sweat. It’s a different kind of miss. It doesn’t look like a bug.
It seemed that he was stunned when he saw me just holding the ball, while his teammates were waiting to see if he would pass it or something. They are her friends, I often see them together so maybe that’s why.
I was the first to look away. Since it was the first time, why should I look at him. He’s not what I’m looking for.
I looked around the whole court and Kirk wasn’t there. I managed to leave without looking at him again.
Here’s Kirk, when he’s needed he can’t be found. I will always ask if the shift has been changed. Now I have to go to the bar instead of teaching.
My eyes blurred as my glasses suddenly fell. I was shocked or I was shocked.
“Oops.. sorry.” Shrill and modest promise of the woman. If you think about it, it seems kind, even though I don’t see who it is, I know what he said is sarcastic.
I was focused too much on the road, in fact on the road, so I didn’t notice it, I wish I could have avoided it.
I bent down to look at the mirror. Why is it that my eyes are blurry, I don’t read in the dark.
It’s good that I was able to do it.
The girls were giggling behind me, I quickly put on my glasses to see who they were. It is tall and thin, with long hair and a face full of lipstick. Because she is thin, she is wearing a plain white short skirt and a fitted pink croptop. While his two henchmen are also wearing the same clothes, will they dance if they are wearing the same clothes?
I’m not sure who this girl is, but I know she’s popular at school.
“Oh sorry does it hurt?” He promised. “N-not at all.” My answer.
He looked at me laughing.
“It doesn’t hurt by the way. Oh I know what hurts more, the fact that Wilder doesn’t like you.” He boldly promised, he and his companions were really tired.
“W-what are you saying?” I asked curiously.
“Playing like a fool huh.” It promised.
“Do you think the whole school doesn’t know that Wilder doesn’t like you? That’s why you cried, right? Can’t blame you, it really hurts when the person you like doesn’t like you. But I can’t blame Wilder too. I mean just look at you.” He stared at me from head to toe, that made me so conscious. I put my right foot at the back of my left, where my old, broken shoes are.
Both are old but one is damaged.
“You seem to have lost track of time, 21st century grandmother.” He laughed at this promise.
That’s it, insult. Most of my life I have been with insults. That’s the air that I breathe every time I walk into a fancy place, even in this school.