His Last Goodbye

Chapter 3: Talking To My Brother

Today is Monday, the day for the report. As usual, I am normally nervous when it comes to presentations.

"I'm nervous" I whispered with doubt

Nich replied, "You should not be." And he grabbed my right hand. Well for me it was nothing! Nothing! but I can't deny he's cuter today but he's wearing the same uniform, same glasses, same looks. But he's really cute.

"So we'll be having Mr. Richards and Ms. Peters, your presentation please..." and we quickly went to the front of our class. It was normal but I was way more nervous than before.

I started talking, "The title of our presentation is the anti-pollution project. So when you hear the word pollution what comes into your mind firstly? That's right! Something like ashes, chemicals, etc. There are different kinds of pollution, for example, we have air pollution.." and blah blah blah blah.......

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I am glad it finally ended it was really hard to talk to a lot of people but it is a good thing, Nich is here.

"Results will be announced tomorrow class dismissed"

I saw my brother waiting for me in his car I was shocked this is the first time he'll be picking me up. I think he saw me walking with Nich and I saw his curious face but I just let him be. Cause I know he can't do anything about it. I went inside the car and asked my brother. "What a pleasant surprise you're here."

He made a curious face with one eyebrow-raising. "A pleasant surprise huh? Well, why don't you check your phone stupid little girl!!!!" He's yelling.

And I said, "Don't call me that" but I quickly grabbed my phone from my pocket and I was so shocked about this.

It was surprising I have 36 missed calls from my stupid brother "I never heard you called!!" I yelled and he yelled back at me as I expected

"Maybe you need a hearing aid!!" He yelled at me 10x louder than before.

Damn my phone is on silent mode again. We arrived at our house I went to my room and lay on my bed thinking of Nich. I know it's only 3 weeks since we met but he's really cute and nice and funny and caring...no! I don't like him but I think I have a crush on him now.

I was thinking of Nich until I felt that my brother was looking at me I was so startled that I accidentally threw my teddy bear away and I said with doubt, "H-hi! How long have you been in there?"

He's looking at me and replied, "Like 5 minutes?" I gulped. He went inside my room and sat on my bed I sat properly and he started talking to me.

"So, there's a cute new guy in your school" I became more nervous I know he's just caring about me but I hate talking bout boys with him. He's a guy he knows everything about being one but I said, "Look, Nich and I are just friends ok?"

And he answered with an insulting voice tone. "I didn't say a name but when I asked you about a guy Nich was the first thing that came into your mind I knew you were thinking of him."

I gulped and became more nervous damn! He's really smart and I was so dumb I should have just said that I don't know what he was talking about.

"Whatever," I said and went to my study table and pretended that I was studying so he will leave I opened my science book in nowhere.

And he said "I just want you to be careful. Mom and dad are not here anymore to guide you before they died I made a promise to them that I will take care of you and your sister. And I just don't want you to be hurt again. I know that you also don't want to happen what happened with you and Chris" And again, he reminded me of me, my tears fell and I asked my brother to leave me alone and he did.

Why did he remind Chris of me again?

Chris was my first love. The first guy I loved. We met at a school camp. He was cute, nice, and he's smart. We talk to each other online almost every day. But there was one day when he called me and asked me to be in the Starbucks cafe. I thought it was a date but it was more than what I was expected. He broke up with me and left me crying at a table looking like a fool. That was so embarrassing! A lot of people looked at me and they talked about me. But since then, I never heard from him. And then, I promised myself that I would never love again. I still don't. I don't love Nich yet I just like him. Love is so different from like. It is so different. Before is different from after so, like is different from love. Or maybe not. But of course, it is. Like duh.