if they only knew. [ON HOLD]

if they only knew. Chapter 2

Chris:

Okay, Thursday. I haven’t had a chance to apologize to Arvee for what happened yesterday. Today, I’m not going home without telling her my sincere apologies.

Well, to start things off:  I decided to keep Arvee’s tumbler. I’m not obsessed or anything, I just want to keep it. Like her pen that she lent to me, our A+ report on Biology, her aglet that was accidentally removed from her shoelaces during PE Class, her broken yellow wristwatch, her and Jill’s project on History which was graded C-, her 254 MB USB she threw last Tuesday because of a trojan virus, and her handkerchief which I never washed, EVER. Okay, so I may have a slight obsession on her, but it’s normal when you like somebody, right?

Now, as I was saying, I haven’t had a chance to apologize to her for what happened yesterday. Hope she’s not mad at me. If I could, I’d certainly turn back the time to protect her from that awfully-blended cappuccino.

I rushed to the mall after taking a shower. I went and bought an orange tumbler. It’s her favourite colour. As I was leaving, I received a chain message from Ronnie. It was awful, and a lie. It was about Arvee. After I give her the tumbler, I will hunt this wretched person who started this chain message.

At school, I saw Arvee at her locker. She was quickly putting her books there. I went to her, and asked for forgiveness. Then, she said to me: “It’s nothing, Chris. Thanks.” That’s not the best part yet. SHE SMILED AT ME! She really did. Oh how I crave for those smiles. :)

She ran after the bell rang.  I haven’t given her the tumbler. She was quick. It’s like she’s avoiding something, or someone. Could it be me? *sigh* I must’ve made her mad. I’M THE WORST GUY EVER! How could I make Arvee, the smartest, kindest, funniest, sweetest, most beautiful girl in the world, cry? It’s proof that I’m nothing. NOTHING, I TELL YOU! NOTHING!

At Algebra class, Mr. Jimms picked us partners for a really difficult problem. I got partnered with John and Arvee got partnered with King. Pfff, lucky. Anyway, John also didn’t know how to solve the problem, so we decided to trade partners. It got a little messy when everybody went and traded partners. In the end, I was partnered with Arvee. She asked me to help her, but honestly, I didn’t know what to do. I told her that I don’t know how to do it. Then, she explained everything to me: what to do and how to solve it. She’s so smart. *smiles* We got an A- on the problem.

After Algebra, I thanked her. And she smiled at me again. I gave her the tumbler I bought this morning. She just thanked me, and walked away. Does she hate it? Did I give her something her ex would’ve bought for her? Did the tumbler remind her of some tragic events? Or it just wasn’t her favourite colour? I’m dying. Tomorrow, I’ll make up for that.  I swear by the person who combined yellow and red, that I will give her something more special.

Arvee:

I was Facebooking on Thursday morning, and I read the worst post ever. It was Taylor’s. It said: “I’d like to have some coffee. Could you squeeze me some from your hair Reneé Victoria Collins?” It was tagged to me. It has 73 Likes. *tears* What if Chris read it first? He’s gonna’ laugh at me.

I immediately called Jill to tell her about Taylor’s post. She asked me if I received any chain messages today. I said no. Then she forwarded an even worse message. It read: “Reneé Victoria Collins, born on September 10, 1991, died this morning because of yesterday’s incident. She probably died out of embarrassment. Please pass this everyone you know. If you don’t, she will haunt you today and she will throw coffee on your face.”

OF COURSE I’M DEAD, but only on the inside! It’s getting worse. People are talking negatively about me more. And soon, Chris will just look at me, and then laugh, and laugh, and laugh, and laugh some more, and laugh much more.

 I can’t look at anybody. When I got to school, I went straight to my locker. I put my books there so I could run faster. Then, Chris approached me. He said he was sorry for yesterday, and that he didn’t mean to bump into me. Why would he do that? I APOLOGIZED TO HIM YESTERDAY. He was probably planning to laugh at my face. So, I told him that it’s nothing. And then ran for my life before I could hear one “HA” from Chris. Good thing the bell rang as I about to run. That’s a situation where you can totally say “Saved by the bell.” *phew*

We were at Mr. Jimms’ class. It became quiet when he wrote a problem on the board. He asked us to sit next to the partners he gave us. I was partnered with King, Chris’ bestfriend. He completely sat there, staring at what I’m doing like a statue. I didn’t ask him to help me. Besides, the problem was easy anyway.

When I got to the middle of the solution, everybody became noisy. It’s like there’s a riot in class. Everybody’s trading partners with another. I was left alone.

 As I was about to finish three more equations, Chris came to me. He asked me to be his partner. CHRIS ASKED ME TO BE HIS PARTNER. Pinch me, I must be dreaming! And the best part is: he looks at me everytime I explain a solution. Well, of course I’m not looking straight to his eyes, but I can sense that he’s really looking at me. I don’t care if that “looking” is for laughing matter purposes. He’s looking at me, and it feels like I’m somewhere in heaven. After that, we passed our papers. We were graded A-.

After class, Chris approached me again. He thanked me for the A- we got. He then gave me an orange tumbler. It looks like it’s new. He must’ve bought this recently. I didn’t know what to say. He gave me an ORANGE tumbler. He knows my favourite colour. That’s so sweet of him. I thanked him, and went straight home. I put it in my secret compartment. It’s on the last drawer, with all my sneakers. It has a lot of Chris’s pictures. :)