The Last Thoughts (Chapter II)

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CHAPTER II

As I lay here on the Bermuda grass in the ground of the university, there’s definite thing I can tell. My world has really changed. Everything that surrounds me is evidence of a new life. Though I have to feel uprooted in a way, there’s something deep inside me that made me feel at east in this alien place. A connection I couldn’t tell.

"Are you alright?" He asked.
It’s Francis, sitting next to me on the grass with eyes to the rest of the students in the field. His skin glowers as the sun rays flashed to him. He’s like a statue of magnificence. I am sure of that. And not only had I recognized that fact. Eyes of the many flicked to him as we passed and stirred through the crowd of students. He is attractive, and the sunlight made him more.

"Yes."
"You’re silent."
"I am trying to absorb all of this." I said.

He was right. He told me earlier that it’s all in the mind. A matter of fact. Stirring in this new environment with boys and boys in every corner isn’t really that hard as I have imagined. It’s more like walking in a street and meeting the all types of passer by. Greet those you know, and ignore those you don’t. The people here are quite easy, that’s to include the male students.

And Francis was patient too. He’s been touring me around. And now, he even skipped one of his classes just to company me during break time. With the marvelous scenery, I can tell that the university itself is a tourist attraction. The vast buildings, the wide ground, and the trees, and trees surround are well coordinated with each other.

I’ve caught him sighed so deeply. I can tell by that, that there’s something going on in his mind. Francis, he is a junior student taking Architecture. He’s quite a fan of Sam. That’s what he told me earlier. He was warm somehow, and he even tried reassuring me with things, mostly with my professors. With the few time we’ve been spending together from this morning; there’s one certain thing I observed about him. He is so guarded. He is very careful with his words and thoughts, more with that, he’s a deep person with a lot to ponder with, but he smiles the way to calm a person in a rocking boat...

"Time for your next class." He said at once seconds before the bell rang. And it’s his break time.

I inhaled a deep breathe. With that he chuckled. He might understand what I've trying to deliver with that sigh. My fear for Math.

"I hate Mathematics, and the rest about it." I’m a sophomore Commerce student, with very low emphasis to Math.
"Sure you can handle Math D."
"Hopefully. But you’re there to tutor me, right?"
"Hourly basis." He joked.

But we’ve talked about it earlier. And I was shy with myself about that fact. Nonetheless, I was disclosing it to Francis that I’ve learned from a classmate in Management class, that aside from his great looks, he’s famous also because of his wits.

I was surprised and stoned when he’d held my arm, and supported me to stand from the ground. That, all was I concern were his like jelly skin as it touched to mine, and the fragrance of his breathe that is naturally mesmerizing.
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The days passed swiftly, and surprisingly easy. I’ve never imagined.

"Great, Carmer. You do have now the initiative." said Sam as he reached me sweeping the living room floor.

With the luxuries that this house is showcasing, I can’t believe that they don’t have a vacuum cleaner in exchange of manually sweeping.

"Keep it up." He continued as he headed outside to the tennis courtyard.

Sam’s been displaying a good mood since Francis arrived in the house. That’s I’ve observed. Few things had changed on him. Especially on his treatment to me that seems to be enigmatic. He no longer assigned me to house hold chores. However, I’m not leaving things to him alone. I’m doing my fair share of the tasks ‘not’ laid to me. That is to win Sam’s favor; to impress him, of course. It’s already harder to be in an alien place, with unfamiliar people, and to be away with mom, and that I couldn’t add Sam to the load having his ‘uncomprehended’ grudge for me.

The door bell rang just as exactly I’d started to arrange the sofas back to their places. When I opened it, I felt a little of distraction and astonishment. She’s the girl I saw with Francis last Wednesday in the school canteen. And she smiled.

"Hi! I’m Melissa. I wonder if Francis is around." She is soft-spoken, and graceful.

Melissa. A name fits to her classy beauty.
My shortness is deliberated as I stood up in front of her seeing the difference of our height.

After responding her, with a triumphant forced smile, I ushered her inside, and requested her to wait few moments as I call Francis, that she simpered in response.

There’s definite thing going on inside me as I’m heading to the courtyard as the girl’s angelic face lingered in my mind. Anger. I don’t know. I am not sure. But there’s something within me that is suppressing my breath.

Once I’ve reached the courtyard, and informed them about Melissa's presence, Sam was excited… than Francis, and summoned me to take her to the yard. And I did as told.

They know each other. Sam hugged her, and really welcoming to the guest…or more of a family… Francis asked me to come with him to the kitchen to prepare something for the guest that I was awkward with.

"Are you alright?" He asked when we’re in the kitchen, that, I realized that I was being silent myself quite a while.

I’m silent. Yes. A lot of things creeping in my mind, and I’m very confuse of what is happening within me. It’s like a feeling that I only experienced when I’m mad or disappointed or jealous. But why do I feel such thing. And I’m sure it worsens the moment I noticed their seemingly close tight relationship. Sam, Melissa, and Francis… like I am the outsider… Gosh. I shouldn’t suppose to act and to feel this way. I’m in no position.

"Melissa’s family is an old friend in Manila." Francis started when he heard nothing from me. I don’t know if he’d read my mind. But I remain silent. "It’s been years when we last saw her. We’re kind of excited to know that their family moved here." He continued. And that like ‘jealous’ thing I felt in me surged as I’m looking at that grateful face of Francis. I faltered when his eyes flicked to mine.

"Tell me. What are you thinking?" He said, curious.
"Nothing…" It’s childish thing to tell him what’s going on inside my head.
"Nothing? The last time we’re each other, you were so loquacious."

The last time… that was the first day in school. I’ve spent the rest of the week without him. He’s been busy, and he’s been gone for two days, that I learned from Uncle Sam, that he’s attending an urgent thing. So, being with him like this still trembles me. He’s still the godlike Francis, that for me still mystery.

"Really…" And, inhaled to believe that it can lessen my tension. "But I’m quite curious."
"Curious?" He said it while he spread marmalade on the bread.
"Is she your girlfriend?" I blushed after raising it, that I regretted. The moments after was awkward. But I don’t see any surprise or any reaction on his face, instead he grinned with a shrug.

"People always see us that way." And he again looked at me..."It’s not the first time someone asked me about that… so no need to blush…" And he beamed, now leaving me frozen. I wished he didn’t say that… that I’m blushing. I wished that he just kept it inside him… His observations… Coz he’s kind of embarrassing me.

Now I know that my actions were so transparent. Or was it, he’s just watching me… so much…
That idea gushed in my veins, like I was floating, gradually. Tickling my systems… That I hastily snapped with shame. "Why would he look at me? That much?" Crazy, hopeless, stupid girl!

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