Tessa's POV
"Will you go out with me?!"
That was what I said, back when I thought I had fallen in love, or whatever they call it these days. I stood there eyes flickering with tears, jaw dropped, heart shattered
and he also stood—in front of me, eyes rolling like I was a pile of garbage standing before him.
Henry, the boy I liked, the one I had a crush on, but nah, he had just crushed my heart instead, like it was a nut. No apology, no remorse, just a straight-dead face.
It hurts.
"I'm sorry but you're not just my type!"
That was what he said to me after I cooked up the courage to confess my feelings. Doesn't he know how girls heart works? Doesn't he know that such words could literally make a girl miserable for the rest of her life? Doesn't he know…?
Urgh, I'm tired of this, I don't like them-boys I mean, they are the worst, and worst of all. They can act all cute and lovely like they care, but it's just an act, a lie, a disguise to hide their true feelings. But fuck that, I'm not just any girl, I wouldn't kill myself over a boy—yes a boy. I wouldn't cry my eyes out until my head hurts just because of love. I wouldn't fall or crush on anyone anymore.
One thing I have learnt in this life is that no one cares about you, not even your parents or those that claim to love you. You are just a stranger to them, and so the same to you. I've learnt that it is you against the world, nothing else. And I'd never fawn over a guy anymore after all I am…
"Tess?"
I am…
"Tess?!"
I am T…
"Tessa!!!"
"What?!"
"Are you talking to yourself again? I told you to stop narrating about the world you live in, no one is interested in your crazy life story, you should stop for a moment relax and take a break."
"Is that why you shouted my name like that?"
"Well… the assembly is about to start."
"Tch."
This is Emma, she's the only person I converse with—not my friend though, but she considers us as one. We met during our first year of high school and have been together ever since. And take note: she's not my friend, I only consider her as a fellow classmate.
I don't trust anyone.
"Why are you giving me that strange face!" she uttered, and I turned to her. There she stood with her slender body in that uniform, she had curly black hair, brown eyes, and curves that any man could kill for.
And she's well popular for that, she's like a model, a star, an Idol… name it. But compared to that I'm just an average looking girl, not much curves to notice. It's not like I don't have—I do. But compared to Emma, I don't stand a chance. But that's enough for me, it makes me less noticeable which is a kill.
I don't want anyone to come fawning over me. Well if they do come, I'll crush them.
"Where should we sit?" I asked, while we entered the assembly hall.
It's a vast hall with intricate walls and windows, that could contain over two thousand people. Do I believe it? Yes I do. It was said that this school had been around for decades, about 70 decades? However the hall had been around for way longer, I think they said it was a presidential hall or something relating to the political world back in the days, and now had been added as part of this school.
"I think we should sit in the middle." Emma responded. "Of course if it was left to me I'd sit in the front but I know you don't like such." she turned and stared at me with a worried expression.
Well she wasn't wrong, I'm that kind of person… I don't like things that would make me at the center of attention, and making sure I don't sit at the front is one of those things. I don't want whosoever is taking the speech to be staring at me like I owe them a confession.
I turned to Emma and gave her a slight smell, telling her that she indeed have learnt one thing from me, and as she was about moving to one of the sits in the middle, I'll turn left and went to the last sit at the last row in the back, then sat.
As I sat, I stared at Emma who was trying to enter one of the seats in the front, as she turned and noticed I wasn't right behind her, her eyes scanned the entire hall and immediately found me.
She frowned, her eyes displaying that worried look again she had earlier. For some reason she's always worried about me, I don't know why but I keep telling her I can take care of myself but she wouldn't listen.
All she would say is 'it is not always about my own point of view, I should also think about other people's point of view.'
My eyes followed her, as she immediately made her wat out of the row and came to sit next to me. As she sat, she turned to me and gave me a smile.
"What?" I asked.
"Hm… nothing. I was just wondering how you always keep a straight face like that. It's intimidating do you know that?"
I didn't respond, but a slight smile played on my face. She's not wrong, but I have my reasons. I can't remember the last time I actually smiled, but Emma is probably the only person that I have smiled at—though a slight one.
We sat together while we waited for the hall to get filled, students busted in, some running like they were late for a business meeting, others cat-walked like they owned the entire school. Well there are some that were in that category, but that's a story for another day.
I took my eyes away as it landed on a young lady with red hair, who made her way to the stage of the hall. I know her, The student council president, I don't know her name though. She wore the navy-blue school sweater rather than the blazer, her slender legs glowing from the grey mini skirt she wore, it was short but decent. She carried herself well, an elegant and brilliant lady who knew the standards of what's rough and what's smooth. I admire her in some ways, but I can never be like her, because she's no different from the rest of them.
"We would now begin the school Anthem!" she proclaimed.
Finally they started, I almost ran out of patience. I have already made my plans for the day. After the assembly, first lecture and the rest before break. The break, is when I can actually find my inner peace, straight to the library where no one ever goes.
As we all stood to our feet about to take the school anthem, the main door of the hall burst open and instantly every heads turned to see what was going on… of course I didn't, because I really care what it is.
"Wow… it's him!"
"He actually came?"
"OMG!… he's so hot!".
"Take a look… Tess!" Emma called, while she shook my shoulder. But what did I expect, she's just like that rest of them. But I'll will look, unless she wouldn't let me rest.
"Ugh!"
I turned and stared at Emma, then the rest of the students. Look at them, simple minded imbeciles, they don't know anything except to fawn over someone else's looks and status, they don't even gain anything from it except giving such a person unnecessary glory.
Oh well I guess I'll take a look at what they are fawning over.
As my eyes moved, I saw him, the one they're all murmuring about. Jet-black hair well conditioned, bright green eyes, jawline well carved, uniform well ironed, long kegs moving gracefully, hands tucked into his pocket as walked into the hall,
"Isn't he handsome!" Emma whispered to my ears.
"Hmph, as if. Who is he?"
"Wait, you don't know who that is?"
To be honest, he does look like a person who just stepped out of a masterful painting, but personally I don't see anything that makes people fawn over him.
However… why does he look familiar? Have I seen him before?