One Last Raindrop

CHAPTER 1

"Scholar lang ako," he said while my classmates were so curious at him. I crossed my arms as I watched how my classmates interviewed him. Is he really that smart? Hindi niya na kinailangang mag-high school at ngayon, deretso agad siya sa section one? Is he a fucking Einstein or what?

"Don't you think they're overreacting?" I whispered while watching.

"I don't think so. Halos lahat naman ng tao ngayon sa school ay curious kay Migo," Stacey said.

"Count me in," Mina said and with her eyes still staring at Migo. Migo has this tan skin tone that makes him more manly, dark eye color, well-defined jaws, and every inch of him makes him look like he is God's favorite. He looks like a fucking model but in reality, gardener or helper siya sa bahay. Maids are literally drooling every time he's doing things in the garden with no top and it seems like he doesn't care naman or hindi lang siya aware.

"Lahat nga eh, 'di ba?"

I was watching the group of my classmates talking to him when he gave me a glance and it made me look away while my arms were still crossed.

"Little marquees, he's looking at you," Mina teased me and I just rolled my eyes. They always call me little marquees because they always say that I am like Carla from I don't know which series from Netflix. I actually don't know her; I just always hear her from Stacey and Mina.

I am hoping right now for our professor to come already dahil nakaiirita ang kaingayan ng mga tao rito na parang ngayon lang nakakita ng gwapo rito.

One word to describe my first day is 'Fuck'. My classmates were exaggerating, and I thought that Stacey and Mina won't be a part of them but here I am right now, browsing at my phone alone because the two sluts are talking to Migo already. Well, actually si Mina lang naman dahil may boyfriend na si Stacey.

"Tulungan na kita." My brows furrowed at Migo and nilibot ko ang paningin ko sa buong room at wala naman na palang tao. "Ang dami mong dalang libro, eh."

"Thanks, but I need no man to help me with my books," I said and I carried seven books for my subjects. Mabigat siya at plano ko siyang ilagay sa locker ko na napakalayo pa.

"Mahihirapan ka."

"I can handle myself," I said and I was about to walk the hell away when I remembered something, so I stopped in front of him with him facing my back and without even looking at him. "Can we treat each other here as strangers?"

"Why?" I looked at him and he is only using one strap of his backpack while he's also holding it. It made him more attractive like some high school heartbreaker. He's already eighteen years old and I think he's the oldest here in our room but even though he's only just a teen, he already looks so matured.

Letting people know that we know each other will just cause issues and stuff. Imagine people will know that we live in the same house—well actually, not the same house. Our main house has a place sa back na puro rooms for the helpers. Our house is big already and ang daming guest rooms na hindi naman ginagamit. Confusing.

"Just treat me like a stranger, it will do good for the both of us." I can see that he is confused right now. Wala pa siya masyadong kaibigan dito.

"Hmm." He nodded and I just shrugged and walked away. I just cannot find a reason why I do not like him. I guess it really happens.