HER

Part 6

On the way home

The last subject was mathematics in the modern world. Mary and I, thankfully, had been classmates and did some activity as partners.

We were the last ones that got out of the room. Mary marvelously asked, "Didn't you know that scholarship examination results have been handling out by the Dean's office?"

I remembered the SFS test we took after taking the examination at Dannic University. I'd rather take Differential Calculus than knowing if I got in or not. The test looks like I've been in a bar examination at Harvard.

I wish I could have made an excuse that my head ached or my stomach felt weird but knowing Mary, she is sure that I am the worst liar in terms of excuses. And with that said, Mary's eyes sparkled with determination, then she tightly held my hand and said, "We need to look at the results."

There was a right time for me to turn her down. I didn't really care whether I got in or not. I don't even want to know at all. I just don't want another round of deliberation. Pete knows I am too tired to tell her no.

Mary is beautiful with her crimson plain tube, clad in a red jacket paired with red denim jeans. Walking in heels, her perfect body as good as a model's, as she swayed when we went to the dean's office. She was 5 feet tall and a follower of fashions. Her parents own a popular clothing store for wedding gowns. Her mom is a sought-after designer of wedding gowns and her dad is an engineer. Her body is a disastrous eye candy and most guys behind her turn for a second look. She always had an exclusive dress-code for the whole year. Every day is her dress-code day.

That's why it makes Dannic University so different. It doesn't mind about what people are wearing, what beliefs you have, what makes you different. Heck, if you come late with pajamas, they still let you in. As long as you are interested in learning, that's no problem with the council.

I only wore a huge dark jacket with jet black shorts. Since, I want things comfortable and big (usually from the men's section in favorite line of clothing), I wear things despite it being out of style. At least I have something to wear anyway.

"Oh look, Mark Moose is second!" Mary said with a hint of a sneer.

I believe she was impressed, but hiding it behind her leer. I don't see why she has to hide it. Although, this impacts Mark's reputation as a learner. Tomorrow, I guess everyone would see him differently.

Did I mention Mark is an actively clever and studious person when it comes to class discussions? He was once called a math genius and English quiz-beater in regionals when we were in middle school. That made him an all-star champion among the 3 of us. He got looks, brain, and skills. "Let's see who comes first!"

My eyes followed Mary's as we looked up to the first names and ranks of the students from different levels and grades. There are even a few of the highschoolers listed on the bond paper next to it.

Xavier Dawn

Odd. Even reading his name alone sent shivers down my spine. My breath hitched. I can't breathe properly.

Mary smirked at me. "Didn't know Mr. Hottie is a brainiac."

"I didn't know either." I spun on my heels, away from Mary, quickened my pace for some reason as she called out my name to lessen my walk. Her voice lowered in the halls.

Tria and I would tell each other everything. Like I said, people think we are most likely twins. We traded secrets from time to time and we had each other's back in the tough times.

Right now, I would like to tell her about Xavier Dawn. She would have loved listening to me, for once, talking about boys. I have never spoken to 'that' kind of topic. She wouldn't even miss a beat, and wouldn't mind even if I liked him. I would deny it every time but whenever I think of her, I feel guilty for having a good time with my other friends.