“Uh… Gene?” I pale a bit as soon as I hear the phone warning tone informing me that my battery juice is soon going to run out in a few seconds. “I’m not at Luca’s place so we can continue after I charge my phone, okay?”“...sure.” Apparently, our conversation made it worse for his voice.Right after we ended the call, the phone battery died. Perfect timing, I must say.I sigh and I look at the pink shirt that is placed next to me. O-oh, right. I forgot about that. I take off my blazer in a swift moment before putting on the pink shirt. Just as I suspected, it is just like one of my oversized hoodies.Then I put on my blazer back.As I stand up, I give a sideways glance to see the restaurant owner who is wiping the counter with a rag.“I’m sorry you have to witness that.”“It’s okay. I’m just glad that you cried with your heart’s content because you were seriously lost earlier,” the restaurant owner chuckles as he pats on my head. “Glad you’re feeling better now.”“T-Thank yo

Last night’s talk made me so motivated that I barely even slept a wink till morning. I couldn’t even call Gene when I finally charged my phone. A text message was sent to me hours ago stating that he was feeling sleepy after we had that “call”.I feel really sleep-deprived, the red lines on both eyes clearly provide its proof. And well, luckily with my eye pad, it can hide the other one. Well, unfortunately after the excessive rubbing back at the Japanese restaurant, the bruised eye seems to get worse thanks to that.I have another uniform ready for today’s class, after all, Rodrigo had a set of six uniforms when I arrived. I guess he really has a habit of having things ready. Even before proposing to my mom, even with the school enrollment.Speaking of which, I haven’t talked about Sebastian Jacques to Yu last night. Yesterday’s incident overwhelmed me and I keep forgetting things. I’ll make a mental note to ask him this in person.And when I open the door from the bedroom,

Well, three weeks have passed and I have been successful with this little game that I’ve accidentally created. Since the academy is bigger than the whole area of Freedomville High and not to mention there are fewer students in here, it will be easier to stay in my favorite hiding spots. Yeap, apparently Clarence wasn’t lying when he said that students would do anything for him, they also tried to inform him about my whereabouts. Yet, not once have I been caught. I rarely give chase and the only time I have to run is when the bell rings or during PE class. After a week, my classmates finally gave up, thinking it’s a waste of time and energy. Somewhere along the way, they started ignoring me, sometimes girls intentionally gossip loud enough for me to hear and sometimes they make me trip. This really reminded me of the humble beginnings of my bullying phase. How nostalgic, I muse myself pitifully. And later on, when Clarence had the gall to install CCTVs in the hallways,

You could say, I am not a morning person. When I used to live in the de Milano Estate, maids tried to find ways to get me off my bed but failed, much to my parents’ frustration. After a lot of unsuccessful attempts, they had finally lost hope and requested me to be homeschooled instead.All of my childhood, minus the time before reaching university, I enjoyed my morning slumbers. And if anyone dared to wake me up, it would only have awakened my wrath. Yu had his first-hand experience and not once did he attempt to give it another try.I tried to change it, really. The secret to success has always been to start off a new day in the morning. But I could only wake up at 8 AM.But that changed in the arrival of my little nuisance.Today is no different. Three weeks have passed and I am now getting used to waking up at 6AM or sometimes before that.As I wake up, the first thing I see is an unfamiliar room. It registers to me that I decided to stay in Yu’s apartment, since Heather

If my morning wasn’t enough, it gets worse at school.No, it has nothing to do with Clarence, despite being project partners, we still resume our game. And no, the isolation and the snickering voices are nothing new to me, really.Despite my bad mood, I am still attentive to him, potentially striking me when I’m down. I won’t allow myself to consume this queasy feeling, akin to both anger and sadness.But what really puts me in a sour mood is the result of my Math pop quiz.My eyes widen, as my hands tremble while holding tightly on the piece of paper that was given to my Math teacher.How did I get a 0 out of 100?! Well, back in my previous school, I did get at least one correct answer but seriously?!I whimper as my face presses on my desk. I studied really hard. I tried but I just couldn’t understand a single word at all.Their Math is way too advanced for me!Yes, I am not really fitted to study in the number one most prestigious school in the United freaking States.“Mis