Well, I guess this just ain't right. Have you ever felt like you really wanna have someone in your possession? Have you ever felt like jealousy is taking control of you, and you can't take control of your anger and hatred toward someone who's actually as innocent as the rose? Have you ever hated someone for being nice to the person you.. well. You like?
Ir's funny how could I become the person I hate in just a month's time, never ever liked a hunk this much. But well, what could I say? He's charming and all that, who wouldn't want him, anyway? Oh guess, this is where the story started..
It was a bloody Thursday, I didn't feel like doin anything right that day. That was my second week in 70, and all things don't seem delightful to me.. Until I signed up for extracurricular activity that afternoon, I was told that there'll be an introducing gathering at what they call 'Markas', so the time the bell rang, I raced up there. I really am liking that club so much, I used to talk about joining the club all day, even before I got accepted at 70. So well yeah.. I was full with joys the time I got there. Meeting those unfamiliar faces for the first time, and those introducing sessions. We were going to have our first rappeling experience for the first time. And yeah.. those kind of stuffs. I got a little accident, my arms were a bit injured, but everything went well. I almost jumped from the second floor, when the rope wasn't well-tied, yeah it cause the injury.
So yeah, skip that part.
I made a perfect landing, and that was my first time rappeling, but something caught my eyes, even more eye-catching than seeing frogs mating each other (I dunno why I compare it with this), he was all warped up in a fine blue-jacket, marching to markas, and passed me by. I could tell from the look in his eyes how he's not really excited in meeting these new kiddos, by any means, us. He sat there, with other seniors giving him fives. And I was like, all tied with rope all over my waist, stealing some glances to him. "He's fine. But kinda cocky." that was my first thought about him, and well that was all my first impression about him. I went home and didn't get any thought about him again.
But everything changed, that was my second week in that club, I admit it how he stole our attention, but never thought that I'd have such a serious feeling to him like this. We were going to do what's called Jumaring for the first time. That was like.. Climbing up on a tree with stuff named Jumar, that is where it got its name, Jumaring. That day was Davin's birthday, so like, my Momma keep hurrying me up, keep sending texts to me, telling me to go home early. But I just can't refuse to stop stealing a glimpse of him. He smiled a lot that day, laughing along with every jokes we made, way different from that cocky charming guy I met. And THAT was, where I realised how I'm wanting him so bad.. Imagine having him in my arms, with those jealous eyes staring at me. Wouldn't it be great? I just can't stop staring at him, and he stared at me back like saying "Yeah? Wanna say something?" so I tried to keep my eyes away from him, but I just can't.
Til my Momma called me, raised her voice, telling me to go home, like, right now. And I haven't even done my jumaring! So, like, I told my aud that I gotta go home. I've already got my webbing well-tied on my waist. My aud was like "Oh, oke deh." and I thought she was the one who's gonna tied me up to the tree, until an armed arms pulled my webbing (note: webbing is tied to waist), pulled me closer to that person.. Til I fucking realized that it was him, tying up my webbing to ropes. We were so.. close, I could hardly breath. And all I did was staring at his fingers, dancing on my waist without any particular permission. If only that wasn't him, I would dare say it was inappropriately rude.
So that was it, I started to pull myself up, with him giving me commandoes on what I have to do. I was such a hypocrite, I tried so hard not to smile or showing my lunatic grin, and pretend like I was focused to the jumar. That was kinda delightful how he touch my ankle, telling me to gain power from my left ankle, and so on. And bet his favorite word is "Nice." cos he kept saying it each time I pulled myself up. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA I DUNNO WHY THIS SEEMS FUNNY FOR ME.
Well, that's all. His real name is started with the letter B, but he got this stupid nickname (N--something), and too bad we call him with that name. Hehe.