C3 Anger

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 3

“Hello?” I just got out of work when my cellphone rang.

“What? Are you okay?” Grace said this was referring to my walk-out yesterday.

“I'm okay, I need to get ready to go to sleep, have a good night Grace,” I said yawning.

“Okay, as long as it's MJ, I'm only here if you have a problem, right? I'm willing to listen,” she said concerned.

“Yes, Grace, thank you. See you tomorrow,” Fortunately, I don't have a problem at school because the tuition fee for senior high school is free and the uniform is also free. It's just the provincial rate in Antipolo, so my salary may be low even though it's just a part-time job.

It's quarter to midnight, so I'm sure I'll be back at school tomorrow. I'm also ashamed of Grace because I often fall asleep in class and to her that I copy notes. When I finished taking a half bath, I went straight to bed. My body was so tired that I soon fell asleep.

~ Even though I was awake, I still got ready early to go to school. My first class is at 7 am today, so I woke up at 4:30 am, so I wouldn't be late for class. I'll return Grace's notes, maybe later there's a surprise quiz, and she didn't read our lessons. I went straight to C.r on our floor as soon as I arrived at school. Likewise, I was so sweaty and I had to retouch. Otherwise, there is no tricycle in the parking lot. After the jeep got off, I had to ride the tricycle again. The flight will take only twenty minutes. So on the fare, I’m spending. Although the student has a 20% discount, it is still expensive because many boats are happening. I just powdered my face after I wiped my sweat. I don't wear make-up when I'm at school. At work just because it's necessary, I'm not a make-up woman, because I'm feeling itchy on my face when I applied make-ups.

I came out immediately after I retouched. I only stopped going to our classroom when I hit the bulk of a man. He was leaning against the wall near the door while his hands were in the pockets of his pants. He seemed to think deeply, he was just staring into space. Even though most women were looking at him, he didn’t care. He was busy with his meditation. I didn't realize that I was right in front of the door of our classroom. I turned my gaze to him, I was just so shocked because he was also looking at me. There was no emotion in his eyes. How does he do that? He sighed, “You're still looking like trash,” he said in a cold voice. I clenched my fist into tight balls. I'm stopping myself not to cry in front of him. Furthermore, I don't want him to see me, affected.

“Why aren't you?” I replied. His jaw clenched, but I didn't let him say anything more. I immediately entered the classroom to leave him outside. I don't want to argue with him. But, he still seems to be making way for us to fight.

I didn't realize that everyone was looking at me when I entered the classroom. They're looked like ostriches turned to me from behind. So was Grace with her lips still half-open. I just sat down as if nothing had happened. If others go back to him — his business. Grace does not.

“What's that drama, daii?” She asked. I shrugged, “nothing,” I answered bored. “Infernes, you guys are gay, huh? , but dad Dylan seems to have a problem,” she giggled.

“I. Don't. Care!” I have somewhere to answer her. “What's wrong with you now? Do you have menstruation?” She joked but I didn't laugh. “Hey, are you still yesterday? Do you know him?” She added but I didn't respond. I'm thankful because our teacher also came in for the first subject. I don’t want Grace to know that I have a miserable past. Furthermore, I don't want to remember that. But as long as that flickering man is here, I will never be able to keep quiet. Is he still cursing me again? Lintik just has no reward! I hate him! “What happened?” Grace asked insistently.

She tries to chase me. The class is over today, so I need to travel to my work. But Grace is trying to chase me just so I can talk to her. When I felt no one following me, I then turned my back as I walked slowly. And with my over-focus, if Grace was still following me, I collided with a tough handout. The force of my bump on it caused me to close my eyes. But when I opened my eyes, I was not struck by something but a demon! Of all the things I can bump into is why is he still there! Why still a slave of Satan? Why Mark Dylan? Why? Why him?

“You're still stupid,” This condensed milk! The stench of his breath! It still fits in my face! But, it's just a joke, because his breath smells so good.

If only I could hug him now and smell him because of his fragrance. But I have not forgotten his insult. I looked at him from head to toe. As usual, he put his two hands in the pocket of his pants again, and he buried his face without emotion. He has changed. He used to be thin, but now he's a macho dad.

“Don't make me still, If you changed, I need to change too. If I'm stupid you're even more stupid! I don't care what you say, and I also don't care how you feel! You're stupid! You shouldn't be here anymore! Showed up! “ I shouted at him. I saw, there was emotion on his face. Guilt? Loneliness? Huh! He won't fool me anymore!