Chapter 1 Meeting Her
- David’s P.O.V.
- Finally, it’s the
- last school year!
- We just had to spend
- one more year here at St. Augustine’s Academy and we would step into college.
- But before college could happen, I had to get the highest title first—I had to
- be the class valedictorian.
- My class adviser said
- that it would never be hard for me to get the top rank since based on my grades
- from the first year to the third year, I was still the number one candidate for
- the valedictorian award.
- It was just so
- fulfilling because if that happened, I would have a full-scholarship grant in
- college and my elder sister, Diane, would no longer dance in the club just to pay
- for my tuition fees. Our father passed away when I was only seven and our
- mother became sick since then, resulting in my sister to become the breadwinner
- of the family.
- I dismissed my
- thoughts when I got to the classroom. I immediately sat right beside my
- girlfriend, Vanessa, and playfully tickled her waist. She was beautiful and
- sexy, and she was one of my inspirations aside from my family. I always went to
- school early because of her.
- Who would have
- ever thought that the famous cheerleader of St. Augustine’s Academy will become
- my girlfriend? Of course, I’m handsome! We are indeed a perfect match!
- I wondered why she
- didn’t mind me in the first place and just continued reading her book. When I
- looked at the cover, my eyebrows immediately creased into a furrow.
- What the heck?
- Sixty Shades of Grey!
- “Hey, Dave! What are
- you doing? Can’t you see that I’m busy reading it? Mind your own business,
- please!” She seemed to be surprised when I suddenly confiscated her book.
- “Seriously, Vanessa?
- Why do you have to read this kind of stuff? You know that this is forbidden
- here so you are clearly violating our school rules. How about your assignments?
- Are you already done with them?” I threw her a series of questions.
- “Give it back to me!”
- she yelled at me. Instead of responding to my questions, she only forced
- herself to reach the book which I kept on raising using my right hand. “Geez,
- it’s so hard to have such a smart-ass boyfriend.” I even heard her murmurs, still
- not surrendering.
- I then towered over
- her. She was taller compared to other sixteen-year-old teenagers at five feet
- and five inches, but she couldn’t get the book from me because I was still
- taller than her. At sixteen, I already stood tall at five feet and eight inches.
- We were soon interrupted
- when Mrs. Cheng went inside the classroom. I immediately placed the book inside
- my backpack while Vanessa was still freaking mad at me. If stares could kill, I
- would have died already.
- “Okay, class. Good morning!”
- Our class adviser greeted us.
- We humbly replied, “Good
- morning, ma’am!”
- “So this is the
- second day of your class and of course, your final year in high school. At this
- stage, I would like to congratulate all of you for making this far, most especially,
- those who are running for honors.” She was all-out smiling.
- I proudly smiled. We
- were forty students in section one. Almost half of the class was currently
- running for honors, but of course, I was the only one who ran for the
- valedictorian title.
- Well, who else?
- “Can you please stop
- yourself from grinning? I find it annoying, duh!” Vanessa rolled her eyes while
- looking at me.
- I only gave her a
- teasing smile with a matching wink. She was indeed pretty, and I loved teasing
- her that way. We had been together for one year.
- “But in the meantime,
- I would like to introduce to you your new classmate…” Mrs. Cheng glanced at the
- open door and motioned someone out there to enter the room. I didn’t know why
- but I suddenly became nervous.
- Wearing her red
- knapsack on both shoulders, a newcomer slowly stepped inside our classroom… but
- she seemed hesitant if she was really going to move forward.
- “She is Miss Helena Delgado, from
- St. James Catholic School. It’s obvious that she was a transferee here so be
- kind to her, okay? Hija, would you like to say something about yourself? Maybe
- a little introduction would help your classmates get to know you.”
- I narrowed my eyes. I
- must admit that the transferee was quite beautiful, but my girlfriend was still
- a lot better! Vanessa was even sexier than her. With Helena’s eyeglasses, she
- looked like a smart teenager. But I knew for sure that she couldn’t beat me. I
- would never let her beat me!
- That was when my lips curved into a proud
- smirk.
- Focus, Dave! When did it happen
- that a transferee became the class valedictorian? my subconscious asked.
- Yeah, I haven’t
- heard of such a thing. It’s quite impossible to happen!
- She cleared her
- throat. “H-Hi, everyone. I’m H-Helena Mari Delgado, fifteen years old, and I
- came from St. James Catholic School. I’m a *bookworm and I love to spend time
- with my family.” The transferee gave a little introduction about herself.
- “Okay! Thanks, Miss
- Delgado. You can sit at the back of Mr. Rivera.” Our adviser pointed the empty
- chair at my back and Helena quietly took her seat there.
- In fairness to her,
- she doesn’t look like a bookworm at all. If her eyeglasses would be removed,
- she would look more of a **couch potato. I smiled at my thoughts but little did
- I know that my smile wouldn’t last long after hearing Mrs. Cheng’s next words.
- “And by the way,
- class… Miss Delgado was a consistent top one student from the first year to the
- third year. So I think, you have already found your competitor in getting the
- valedictorian title, David.”
- Mrs. Cheng was
- sincerely smiling at me but I found it a little bit awkward. Her smile was
- saying that I should study harder than usual.
- I didn’t know why,
- but I suddenly became timid and bowed my head. I felt being upset. I was not
- like this every time Mrs. Cheng would talk to me.
- Am I intimidated
- to find out that my one hundred percent probability of being the class
- valedictorian will become fifty percent now? I don’t usually get annoyed with
- women, but why does she have to transfer here?
- “Enjoy this moment,
- boyfie. I guess, someone will beat you now!” I heard Vanessa said. Out of the
- corner of my eyes, I could see her tongue wobbled on her cheeks. She was clearly
- mocking me.
- I just ignored her
- and out of nowhere, I found myself glancing at Helena who was sitting at my
- back. To my surprise, our eyes met. It was not that long since I immediately
- looked away.
- But from the moment
- we stared at each other, I didn’t know why my heart leaped for a second. I got abruptly
- confused. There was something in her that I could not explain. Maybe, I just
- found her green eyes… beautiful.
- Wait, beautiful?
- Hell, no way! I was supposed to say—I think her eyes were fake. Maybe, she was
- only using green contact lenses. But what is the use of her eyeglasses, then?
- Props only? Tsk, why am I even thinking about it? I
- shook my head.
- Our class started but
- hours went too fast until we heard the school bell rang. That signifies break
- time—the favorite subject of most students. But not for me, it was my least
- favorite. Not born with a silver spoon in my mouth, I just wanted to study in
- order to be successful someday.
- I was going to invite
- Vanessa for us to have some lunch together. However, I had not yet opened my
- mouth to do that when she immediately rushed through the door, since they would
- still be having a cheer dance practice. Like the old times, I had no other
- choice but to eat alone.
- But before I was left
- alone, I saw Helena just exiting out of the room. I immediately fixed my belongings,
- grabbed the knapsack on my right shoulder, and hurried out of the room to chase
- her. I did not expect her to walk so fast that I also increased my steps to be
- in line with her pace.
- Wait! Why would
- you even follow her, Dave? Isn’t that you’re mad at her? my subconscious asked me.
- But I didn’t listen
- to it.
- “H-Helena, w-wait!” I
- called her.
- _________________________
- Bookworm* is a person who likes to read books
- and who spends a lot of time reading and studying.
- Couch Potato** is someone who spends a lot of
- time sitting and watching television.