Chapter 2: Reblog 1: Untamed
It is my first day as a college freshman.
I’m not excited because I am really nervous. It’s always been like this for me. I'm always expecting the worst. Just imagine bumping into some mean seniors and they bully you for that? Or you trip on your clumsy feet and everyone sees you? Or someone might spill their food on you? Or you might be isolated because you are weird?
Yeah. I am overreacting. It only happens in the movies, right?
I am still expecting something nice to happen, of course. Walking in a hallway then you spot someone you know? Or meeting someone nice and both of you instantly get along? Seeing someone gorgeous must be nice, too, right?
Yep. I am really overreacting. I need to stop.
I fixed my I.D. I just love wearing it. I can’t understand people who are hiding their I.D.’s. I mean, you should be proud of your school.
Well, except to my ID picture. Why do I.D. pictures look so… different and weirder from its owner?
I finished fixing myself in front of the mirror. I'm now good to go.
I left my room and head to our dining area where my parents are currently having their breakfast. I cleared my throat to get their attention.
“Can I have my allowance?” I said as I lend my hand. Mom, then, gave me money. And an umbrella. I sighed. Mom always wants me to bring this just to be sure. She doesn’t want me to get sick. It just makes my bag heavy.
"Can I have my debit card, too?" I asked. I can't live without it.
"No," she refused. I groaned in frustration.
“Why? What if I fall short of money? You know I don’t like it.”
“Isn’t that enough?” She pointed out the money she gave me. Two thousand pesos.
“I… I don’t know. I am not used on budgeting my money, that’s why I need my card. I need extra!”
She just smiled. “It’s enough for you. You do not have to commute because we have our driver and your big brother. The meals on your campus are not even expensive. I already checked on it.
This is torture. That is not the real reason. They’re doing this because I did something that made them mad.
"But--"
"No. More. But's and ifs. This conversation is over, young lady."
I scowled at her. I looked at Dad, asking for redemption. But he just shrugged me off.
Okay! Fine. I just kissed my mom and dad good bye before I cry of frustration. They don’t understand! I feel paranoid when it comes to money. I feel safe whenever I have my extra cash on my wallet, more importantly if I have my own card with me.
I went to our car and I instantly get pissed the moment I saw my brother’s smug face.
I gave him a deadly glare.
"You stop or I'll break your face," I said as I leveled my fist to his irritating face. His laugh roared inside the car. I punched his arm.
What an elder brother!
We’re already used to treat each other this way, though. We’re too close like that. And he doesn’t care if I do this to him, as long as I still call him Kuya.
He started driving. "Learn from your mistakes. That New York thing you did? They will never forget that. And if you didn’t withdraw ten thousand pesos from your account last week, they won’t confiscate your card. Jesus! You spent a huge amount of money for a freaking, what, C.D. album?” he stated, shaking his head in disbelief.
“It’s not a simple album! It has their autographs with pictures in it! The vocalist’s personal shirt was also included! She wore it one time during their concert so it’s memorable,” I explained. As a fangirl, I want to buy all the stuff related to them. They are my life! They are my inspiration!
Heck, it’s not like I’m wasting my money on illegal stuff. It’s for my happiness!
“You’ll wear that shirt?! That’s unhygienic! What if she has a skin disease? Fucking gross.” His face contorted out of disgust.
I felt my face turned red. "Excuse me?! She’s not ill! Plus, why are you so nosy?”
“What you’re buying will lose its value. What are you going to do with those? You can’t eat it. It will be forgotten few years from now and be ruined by time. Useless. If you just spend your money to something valuable, maybe you’ll find your real happiness.”
I scoffed at him. “You’re the one to talk. Didn’t you buy an expensive necklace for your girlfriend?”
"Ha! Excuse me? My girlfriend knows that I exist. What about you? Do they know your existence? That you’re spending a huge amount of money for them? That you love them?”
I stopped what I was about to say. I looked at his irritating face. "O-Of course they know! We are their fans!"
“Oh really, huh?” he said while smirking, eyes still on the road. “Look, we are not hindering you to spend your money. It’s just that, you should know how to set priorities. Real priorities. There’s still life outside your fangirling shits.” He just laughed when I punched his arm again.
“You can’t understand. They make me happy. So, could you please shut up? Mind your own business: you with your girlfriend and me with my fangirling. Whatever crap you say, it will never stop me from idolizing them.
It’s damn annoying. All of them doesn’t like my “fangirling stuff”. They said it’s not healthy because I always lock myself inside my room listening to their music and watching all their TV guesting. They’re also not in favor of me spending all my allowance on buying their merchandise.
And about that “New York incident”. I booked a flight going to New York without asking permission to my parents. Mom said that my obsession makes me impulsive and it’s not healthy.
I don't see any wrong with that. I’m just doing what makes me happy.
They should be proud that I am addicted to fangirling, not with illegal drugs, right?
It’s a good thing that my brother stopped with his teasing. If not, I would definitely punch him in the face once we arrive at school. I grabbed my phone and listened to the song of my favorite band. I closed my eyes and got easily mesmerized by it.
It’s such a good feeling to find happiness in music. It’s like the only one that can understand what you’re feeling.
I got out of the car once we arrived at school. My brother removed my earphones before talking to me.
"You sure you want to be alone?" he asked. Although he likes to tease me, I know deep inside that he still cares for me. He’s worried because I am not doing well in the crowd.
"Yep. I’ll fight those who are mean to me,” I joked. He smiled genuinely.
We went to our respective buildings. My brother is at his third year while I am still a freshman. He’s taking up Civil Engineering while I’m taking Business Administration.
I looked for my first class. When I found the right room, I hurriedly sat down at the back of the class. Sitting in front makes me so damn nervous it makes me puke.
The class is quiet. There is a group of friends, though, fully engaged with their chit-chats.
There are still ten minutes left before the class starts. My first ever class as a college student.
I think I’m gonna puke.
All the attentions, including mine, were snatched by a guy who entered the room. A type of guy who will surely stand out of the crowd. And just like that, all the girls in our room gasped when they saw him smile.
He’s looking around the room, maybe looking for an available seat. He smiled to the girls who greet him. He fist-bumps the guys who know him. My eyes still linger on him until I realized that he’s approaching the seat next to me.
What? There are still seats available elsewhere, right?
I retreated my gaze. It’s bad news if he thinks I’m attracted to him. Maybe he’s also the type of guy who shows off his looks and boasts to others the number of girls he attracts. A type of guy who assumes that you like him when he caught you looking at him.
He sat down beside me. I could see from my peripherals that he stared at me but I didn’t mind him.
The school bell rang. Moments later, our first professor entered. I expected the professor to be absent today because, hello? First day of class? Damn, what a lucky day indeed.
He instructed us to write our names, contact number, subject code, and block section on a quarter sheet of paper. While preparing, I noticed that the guy beside me was not doing anything.
Is he deaf?
But my thoughts were interrupted when he talked.
“Done already?”
My brows furrowed. What is he talking about?
He smiled and pointed at my paper. “Can I have some?”
A student who don't have a piece of paper. Wow.
I didn’t voice it out though. I don’t want to get bullied by his fangirls. With those looks? For sure he has bunch of them. Head-turner at panty-dropper.
I gave him a piece of paper.
"Thank you, Miss," and he smiled at me. I just nodded.
“You sure do not like talking, huh?” he said as he filled up the paper with his own details. I shrugged his comment.
“Not in a mood, I see.”
I glared at him. Who is he to say things like that to a person he barely knows? What does he even want? I already gave him a paper, right? If he wants someone to talk to then he should approach our professor. He’s really ruining my mood!
We passed the papers as instructed by our prof. Since the guy is sitting at the center aisle, I passed our papers to him. He winked at me when our eyes met.
What the hell was that supposed to mean?
Since it’s the first day of school, our professor didn’t do his lecture but he left some tasks for us to do in our home. While giving his final instruction, the guy beside me keeps on snickering. Is he getting crazy?
I looked around. There’s nothing funny!
I tried to ignore him but his snickering was so distracting. Ugh!
When our professor left, my classmates were also ready to leave. So was I. Since I have an ample before my second class starts, I decided to go to the cafeteria.
Shit. Where the hell is the cafeteria?
"Going somewhere?" I looked back and saw the guy following me. I continued walking. What is he doing? I am not used to this kind of situation! I don’t know how to interact with other people, especially with the people I just met. I’d rather rot in the depths of hell than to talk to someone.
“You still don’t want to talk?”
I ignored his comment. Should I call my brother?
“Are you mute?”
That’s it.
I faced him and it pissed me off when I saw him smiling widely. What the hell is wrong with him?
He nodded his head continuously. “So, it’s true.” My brows furrowed.
I got more confused with what he said next.
“It’s true that Sabinna Rodrigo is untamed.”
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