WRONG. Because I didn’t do it only for a day. Ever since that moment, Tyler often asked for my help, to the point that he even took me to his home to have our tutoring sessions together. I didn’t tell Nathan about it, since I knew that he wouldn’t allow me to go. And also, I trust Tyler enough that he wouldn’t do anything bad towards me.“Here... Maybe we can do it here. Forgive me for my rubbish home,” he stayed, before clearing the table from the bottles of bear spread across of it.“It’s alright... Can I suggest something? Maybe you could use a little bit lights to make your home brighter. I mean, this apartment is not that bad.”“No. If I were you, I wouldn’t touch anything. My father would be mad as fuck. Sorry for the word.”“Oh... But why? I mean... Is there something wrong with him?”“Do you remember the time that you called me out

      TOMORROW night will be our prom, yet nobody asked me to be their date yet. Tyler is not telling me anything about it, and I also don’t what to initiate something because that would make me look like I was too desperate to have a date for that night. I sighed, before I decided to go to the comfort room, hoping that I can release the nervousness that I have in there.         Aside from the prom, I’m also thinking about Nathan and his mom. It was confirmed, they left the country to go somewhere else... Without even bidding a single good bye to any of us, even Scott, his next closest friend. I took a deep breath, before I decided to go out of the cubicle. But as I was about to, I heard a familiar voices laughing outside, making me stop for a moment. It was Freeda and her squad.“Yes, queen. I’m sure that your plan will be successful. All we need is a little bit of within for us, alright?” it was L

        SENIORS. Our last year in high school. Everything definitely went into a flash. I never thought that I will nearly survive the most difficult, yet most memorable part of my life. It’s just Scott and me now, though I could still never forget the way how Nathan treated me as his bestfriend before.         It’s been a year since he left, yet here I am, still hoping that he will come back for me to be able to apologize for everything... Including when I chose not to listen to him before. I continued sending him mails, and that makes rule number twenty-eight of my manual, which is, “Never give up.”       Since it was already our last year in high school, Scott and I decided not to run for the school council officials anymore. We just wanted to enjoy life, the way it is and our last year being in Jackson High. Just like last year, I decided to meet up with Scott first before lo

     NATHAN came over my direction, glaring at me as if I was the one who did something wrong. I bit my lower lip, before wiping away my tears, not wanting him to see me being weak and vulnerable. After all, he is not my best friend anymore.“What’s your problem?!” he asked, as if questioning me.“Did you really come here just to ask me that?” I asked him back, my voice slightly breaking out.“Yes. You’re making a big deal out of picking colors for our booth. You are making me look like a bad person.”“Because you’re being one, Nathan! Why are you acting like a jerk all of the sudden? Is this because–”“This conversation is over.”       He was about to walk away when I pulled his arm, not wanting him to go without finishing our conversation. He pulled his arms away from me, retrieving it while glaring upon my direction.

      AFTER we went home, Nathan left me in the doorstep without saying another word. I stood there, feeling sorry for myself because I didn’t even ask Nathan if he already forgive me or even thank him for taking me home. I sighed, before turning around to get inside. But just as I was about to, the door opened up.on it’s own, revealing my mother behind it who looked so surprised to see me.“Natalia... Dear, why are you home so late? It’s nearly six in the evening... We still have a dinner in your Aunt Jessica’s place.”“What?! In Nathan’s house?”“Yes. I forget to tell you about it yesterday. You two should spend some time together. So Jessica and I decided to have a sleepover there.”“But Mom...” I trailed off, thinking that she wouldn’t understand our complicated situation even if I try to explain it.“Come on. Just change your clothes and pa