TWO days passed by. We ran out of activities to do during our retreat, so the organizers decided to have a campfire night later on, during our last night in the retreat. Everything went fine, or so I thought. Because it seems like Freeda and her squad was unable to bully me became Nathan is always around, as well as Scott to Becca. I guess they will have to find a proper time to do something towards us.“Ready for the campfire later tonight? I heard that there will be dance and reflection in front of the bonfire later on,” Scott explained, sounding very excited.“Really? That would be great. Let us enjoy our last night together, alright?” Becca added, before taking a fries from my plate.“Well, seems like the two of you will be enjoying that bonfire activity later on,” Nathan mischievously answered, teasing them.“Let’s see. Maybe you will too, with Natalia.”“You&rsqu

     FEW days passed by. Today will be out final exam, yet I haven’t got the chance to talk to Nathan... Nor he ever did something to show signs that he wanted to spend some time with me as well... Alone. During our review sessions, I tried to act fine, knowing that the squad will keep on nagging us about our situation. But then, as time passes by, Nathan already realized that something is wrong, making him chase after me every single time that he will see me walking on the hallways of Jackson High. I tried my best to avoid him, but to no avail. He just keeps on following me, and I have no other choice but to talk to him just like what happened this morning.“Nat... Do you want us to have a great lunch together after the exams?” he asked me.“Uhm... Maybe. It depends how hard the exam is, Nathan.”“No endearment this time?” he asked me, and I shook my head in disapproval.“Nat is not an endear

        GRADUATION day. Today is the day that we all been waiting for, when we can finally be a college student... More like having another responsibilities but still, another journey where in we can proudly say that we survived high school, the most scary and unexpected part of our lives.“Ready? Come, I can’t wait to march and get my diploma on stage,” Nathan stated, before attempting to touch my hair.“Don’t! Do you know how many hours my Mom spent on my hair?” I asked him, and he chuckled.“You really wanted to look pretty, huh?”“Of course. This is the last time that we are going to see some of our classmates. Might as well leave a good impression on them.”“Whatever. You know that no matter what happens, you will always look beautiful for me,” he answered, before pinching my cheeks as he noticed that I am blushing.       I p