Complicated Love

Disclaimer: This story is only fictional. The names, personnel, businesses, places, events and incidents are either products of the author's imagination or used in a fictional manner. Any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, or real events is purely coincidental.

CHAPTER 1

I'm in a hurry to get dressed because I'm going to miss class. If I'm not lucky, it's late on the first day of school. The superstitions of the elders also say, when you are late on the first day of school. Eh, you've been late all year. The school I go to is still far away. From the dormitory where I live, I still have to ride a tricycle out of the alley. And it will take another five minutes to walk before reaching the jeep parking lot to the school. Certainly, before I get to school it is too early for the next in the subject.

I only go to a public school, because I'm just a working student. In short, I'm just living on my own. If only he hadn't kicked me out, I hope I'm not suffering right now.

"My god, MJ. Your early, huh?" Sarcastic introduction to me by one of my friends.

I don't consider anyone a best friend. I hated best friends relationship. Furthermore, I don't want to be attached to people.

"I woke up last night, didn't you come first?" I asked her as I wiped the sweat dripping from my forehead.

"I miss you a lot!" She hugged me tightly.

She's Grace. One of my friend since junior high. We're both senior high now, and we choose the STEM strand. We plan to do engineering when college comes. "I miss you too!" I'll give her a tight hug too. We don't care if other students look at us here because of our corniness. That I guess they are also late. She let go of the hug first, but she went straight to my side then clasped her hand on my arm.

"We're late for the first subject, daii. Can we just date at the canteen?" She said while doing puppy eyes. She always does this especially when she has a favor.

"Sure!" I answered quickly.

When we arrived at the canteen we expected not too many people. She lined up to buy food. Grace is rich, so there is no case for her to waste money. And, she only spends on food. They were rich, but she preferred to go public so that she could be with me. I just laughed at her at that point.

"Here, our favourite silog!" Excited by this promise as she landed her orders. After it laid down the dishes she was also excited to sit in front of me.

As usual, she's using alcohol before she eats. And she is always expected to be artistic even if she is just pretending to be hygienic. We started eating, as usual, we didn't talk when eating. Food manners as she seems to say. The amount she felt eh. To all of us, she is just like that. So when she's not around, we chat with her while eating.

"Do you have any news about Jaycee, Abby and Maika?" I have a curious question here. I made sure I finished eating before starting to speak. It will be a sermon again if you happen to.

"They're still on vacation," about the three Marias. Maika's cousin. Shrugged his answer and still frowned. "Why does it have to be grimacing?"

"Nah. They're taking too long on their vacation, as far as I know, there's a lot of handsome men there." This promise is inclined. I was dizzy at the inconsistent expression on her face.

"By the way, what is our schedule?" I asked. When I was so awake last night I forgot to check our schedule.

"You do not know?" She answered and raised her eyebrows at me.

"Would I ask if I knew?" I retaliated against this. She just stared at me again before opening her Hershel backpack. "Oh!" She exclaimed. I am thankful because my schedule is loose. My part-time job is not an obstacle. Because just in case I will be forced to resign from my job. And I don't know where I'm going to get my food daily. I tied up my blond hair because it obstructed the wind blowing from the canteen's electric fan. We are still here because there is no bell for the next class yet. "It's suited to you," Grace complimented about my ponytail hair. Every time I hurry, she always compliments me for wearing a ponytail. "Your hair is enviable, my dream hair is a bit wavy at the end. It's beautiful because it's inborn. Unlike the one who works in the salon, it also comes back. Well, it's also up to you to have loose hair. Even if you don't comb it eh. " It's a long line that I just laughed at. "Because the feature of your face is beautiful, the thickness of your eyebrows, the tip of your nose, the kissable lips and also clear skin. You look like an angel coming down to earth, are you sure you don't have a boyfriend?"

I was just shaken by what she noticed in me.

"Your height too, you can be a model, and you can do sports. Why don't you just be a model? You don't work hard at the fast-food chain, do you?" She said it again.

But, I change the topic.

"Your chatter, you're beautiful too ah?"

"But, not as beautiful as you." She replied.

"SUS, humble!" I'm pissed at her for making her look bad again. The inclination struggled.

"So, you don't have a boyfriend?" She said in a teasing voice.

"Nothing,"

"Since birth?" I was just silenced by this next question.

"AHM,"

"What? No answer?" She's smiling promises it.

"Your chatter, let's go to class." I got up first. I don't want to remember that past. Furthermore, I don't want to remember him anymore. Furthermore, I do not want to! No matter how hard you try to forget a painful thing that happened in life. There are still events that will make you remember that past.

"Ayieeee, she's got a boyfriend." she was still chasing before she followed me. The next subject is on the third floor. And I'm thankful because she never carved me carved about the boyfriend thingy. I also don't like her topic.

We reached the room together. I rolled my eyes at it. It's nice, maybe it's comfy to study. They were all staring at the two of us. Maybe because we both don't know each other. And Grace and I were the only ones who went in together.

We headed to the second seat at the end, I immediately picked up the spot next to the window that was immediately snatched by one. "By the way, I'll introduce you to someone." She whispered while smiling.

Disclaimer: This story is only fictional. The names, personnel, businesses, places, events and incidents are either products of the author's imagination or used in a fictional manner. Any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, or real events is purely coincidental.

CHAPTER 2

One week from the start of the class. And in that one week. Not a day goes by that Grace doesn't carve me about the guy she's supposed to introduce to me.

And I look stupid because I always have overtime at work, plus a pile of assignments. It is very difficult to be a working student.

It's just time management. You also need to think that it is also for yourself. That you have a goal in life. And now, school days again. Sometimes, it seems like I don't want to go in because of Grace. She reminds me of someone I know in the past.

"Good morning daii!" She said happily. I was just about to enter the gate, and she was already there in front of me with open arms. As usual, she hugged me again before we headed to the classroom. I just greeted her with good morning even though there was nothing good because her face immediately appeared. We are no longer moving around the floor. We stick to a classroom. Case, on the 4th floor, is STEM. But, it's okay at least not too much hassle. Because last time we moved the room per subject. My foot hurts at work, it hurts at school too.

"By the way, now I'm going to introduce you to what I'm saying. Don't worry, daii. He's so handsome," she smiled like a dog, at this promise as we sat in our chair.

"Oh Grace, I don't care about boys. I'm already stressed at work and school. Will I still have a love life? Maybe I'll die sooner than that." I replied. I thought she was going to stop, but she hasn't.

"SUS, when in love they say, it seems fun?"

"At first it's fun, but eventually it's painful."

"Are you being bullied?" Its annoying answer accompanied by raising an eyebrow. I would have answered, but I could not continue because our adviser had already entered. She's smiling like a dog and I don't know for what reason. We first met her as a terror teacher but here she is now smiling. She doesn't ruin it.

"So, good morning students. We have a transferee and he's so handsome. First time in history that there will be a handsome in this section." We all oww because of what it said. Ma'am's harsh. No one is ugly. Everyone is handsome, in different ways. BTW, she was just joking. But not sales.

"Come inside, Mr Fajardo."

The whole system seemed to cool down from what I heard.

Can not.

Maybe it's just a last name.

He won't transfer here.

He's not a public student.

He would not leave their mansion just to mingle with someone who was not his equal. I cringed at the thought that went through my mind. I didn't realize that tears were slowly forming in my eyes. Fortunately, someone touched me, causing my tears to flow.

"Are you okay? What happened to you? Why are your eyes red?" Grace asked, that she just touched me. I just shook my head and looked up. That I shouldn't have done. Our eyes met. He changed. His former macho laugh is even more flex now. His dark skin then has now become mixed. The formerly satisfied eyes have now become cold. He had no reaction when he saw me. Why is that? It still hurts even a few years ago. "Are you okay? Mia?" Worried Grace promised again. I smiled at her, not knowing if she saw that my smile was fake. I just hope she doesn't notice. Knowing Grace, she won't stop until you tell her what she wants to know. "Why do you look so pale?" This is an additional question. "I'm just going to the restroom," I told her then stood up and said goodbye to the teacher. I went straight to the sink of the restroom. I washed my face and then looked in the mirror.

I stared at my reflection in the mirror. "You're strong, Mia, Inhale, exhale," I convinced myself. At this time I should not be affected. That was a long time ago, and he must have been the one affected and not me! I washed my face again then took a tissue and that's what I wiped on my wet face. I'll just powder when I get back to the classroom.

~ I leaned back in the chair. I simply took the powder from the pocket of my bag and also simply put it on my face. I almost jumped in my seat when someone touched me again.

"Are you okay?" Engraving this promise. I just nodded to her and then turned my attention back to our teacher who is still teaching.

"By the way, he's the one I'll introduce to you later." She pointed to the back. Where the man is sitting I don't want to see. It looks serious upfront. I just ignored Grace's smiling like a dog. I don't know how I can prevent her from introducing me to what she is saying. Furthermore, I don't want to know him. Furthermore, I don't want to be sure that he is.

"Let's go!" She shouted. She pulled me upright when she saw me not moving in my chair. Likewise, she was in a hurry because of Mr Fajardo. Not only that, but she dragged me down the stairs, while I reluctantly dragged her.

I didn't know where we were going, yet I didn't know where that Fajardo was going. It is not important to know.

"There he is!" He pointed it out again and then pulled me towards Fajardo again with no expression on his face.

"Hi, Dylan!" She greeted happily. One just looked at him then turned his gaze to me,

"By the way, this is Mia Joy, MJ for short," she said again while greeted her teeth.

"And MJ, this is Mark Dylan Fajardo, we're best friends," this introduction seemed thrilling. I no longer know what expression he sees from me. I don't know how to hide emotion, while him, you can't see any emotion on his face. That's him. Confirm. I tried to smile, even though I looked plastic in his eyes. I held out my hand to shake hands, and also as a courtesy because he was my friend's best friend. But, he did not accept my outstretched hand. He got up from his seat and passed us. He doesn't have manners. I hate it. And I hate it more because he doesn't know me!

Disclaimer: This story is only fictional. The names, personnel, businesses, places, events and incidents are either products of the author's imagination or used in a fictional manner. Any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, or real events is purely coincidental.

CHAPTER 3

"Hello?" I just got out of work when my cellphone rang.

"What? Are you okay?" Grace said this was referring to my walk-out yesterday.

"I'm okay, I need to get ready to go to sleep, have a good night Grace," I said yawning.

"Okay, as long as it's MJ, I'm only here if you have a problem, right? I'm willing to listen," she said concerned.

"Yes, Grace, thank you. See you tomorrow," Fortunately, I don't have a problem at school because the tuition fee for senior high school is free and the uniform is also free. It's just the provincial rate in Antipolo, so my salary may be low even though it's just a part-time job.

It's quarter to midnight, so I'm sure I'll be back at school tomorrow. I'm also ashamed of Grace because I often fall asleep in class and to her that I copy notes. When I finished taking a half bath, I went straight to bed. My body was so tired that I soon fell asleep.

~ Even though I was awake, I still got ready early to go to school. My first class is at 7 am today, so I woke up at 4:30 am, so I wouldn't be late for class. I'll return Grace's notes, maybe later there's a surprise quiz, and she didn't read our lessons. I went straight to C.r on our floor as soon as I arrived at school. Likewise, I was so sweaty and I had to retouch. Otherwise, there is no tricycle in the parking lot. After the jeep got off, I had to ride the tricycle again. The flight will take only twenty minutes. So on the fare, I'm spending. Although the student has a 20% discount, it is still expensive because many boats are happening. I just powdered my face after I wiped my sweat. I don't wear make-up when I'm at school. At work just because it's necessary, I'm not a make-up woman, because I'm feeling itchy on my face when I applied make-ups.

I came out immediately after I retouched. I only stopped going to our classroom when I hit the bulk of a man. He was leaning against the wall near the door while his hands were in the pockets of his pants. He seemed to think deeply, he was just staring into space. Even though most women were looking at him, he didn't care. He was busy with his meditation. I didn't realize that I was right in front of the door of our classroom. I turned my gaze to him, I was just so shocked because he was also looking at me. There was no emotion in his eyes. How does he do that? He sighed, "You're still looking like trash," he said in a cold voice. I clenched my fist into tight balls. I'm stopping myself not to cry in front of him. Furthermore, I don't want him to see me, affected.

"Why aren't you?" I replied. His jaw clenched, but I didn't let him say anything more. I immediately entered the classroom to leave him outside. I don't want to argue with him. But, he still seems to be making way for us to fight.

I didn't realize that everyone was looking at me when I entered the classroom. They're looked like ostriches turned to me from behind. So was Grace with her lips still half-open. I just sat down as if nothing had happened. If others go back to him - his business. Grace does not.

"What's that drama, daii?" She asked. I shrugged, "nothing," I answered bored. "Infernes, you guys are gay, huh? , but dad Dylan seems to have a problem," she giggled.

"I. Don't. Care!" I have somewhere to answer her. "What's wrong with you now? Do you have menstruation?" She joked but I didn't laugh. "Hey, are you still yesterday? Do you know him?" She added but I didn't respond. I'm thankful because our teacher also came in for the first subject. I don't want Grace to know that I have a miserable past. Furthermore, I don't want to remember that. But as long as that flickering man is here, I will never be able to keep quiet. Is he still cursing me again? Lintik just has no reward! I hate him! "What happened?" Grace asked insistently.

She tries to chase me. The class is over today, so I need to travel to my work. But Grace is trying to chase me just so I can talk to her. When I felt no one following me, I then turned my back as I walked slowly. And with my over-focus, if Grace was still following me, I collided with a tough handout. The force of my bump on it caused me to close my eyes. But when I opened my eyes, I was not struck by something but a demon! Of all the things I can bump into is why is he still there! Why still a slave of Satan? Why Mark Dylan? Why? Why him?

"You're still stupid," This condensed milk! The stench of his breath! It still fits in my face! But, it's just a joke, because his breath smells so good.

If only I could hug him now and smell him because of his fragrance. But I have not forgotten his insult. I looked at him from head to toe. As usual, he put his two hands in the pocket of his pants again, and he buried his face without emotion. He has changed. He used to be thin, but now he's a macho dad.

"Don't make me still, If you changed, I need to change too. If I'm stupid you're even more stupid! I don't care what you say, and I also don't care how you feel! You're stupid! You shouldn't be here anymore! Showed up! " I shouted at him. I saw, there was emotion on his face. Guilt? Loneliness? Huh! He won't fool me anymore!