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Now that Faith and Steve are always together, someone's jealous...

Chapter 4 (v.1) - Chapter 3: The Ex

Submitted: October 28, 2011

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Submitted: October 28, 2011




Faith’s POV:

“I’m glad you made a new friend,” my mom talked to me as she interrupted my train of thoughts.

“Yeah. I also am,” I replied.

After dinner, I went upstairs and decided to read a book since I don’t have anything to do anymore. And after a few chapters, I felt my eyelids starting to close. And as I drifted to sleep, the last face I saw was Steve’s. I unconsciously smiled.

Chapter 3

Faith’s POV

I’d be lying if I’d say that I wasn’t excited about going to school today. I woke up at 5 in the morning instead of the usual 6:30. That shows it. I’ve been thinking of a reason of why the enthusiasm. I kind of made a lot of theories, but in the end, I settled with it-was-so-long-since-I-had-a-new-friend theory. I discarded the thoughts like I just wanted to see him again and I want something more from this friendship. I consider them evil thoughts. Yeah. That’s why I have no reason to think about these things. If only there’s a Recycle Bin in my brain so that I can dump all of my evil thoughts there. Anyway, enough of that.

I decided to exercise since it was still too early to prepare for school and I can’t seem to go back to sleep. At around 6:15, I took a bath and wore my school uniform. In my school, the girls have a choice of wearing either a pair of slacks or a skirt. In my closet, I have 5 pairs of slacks and 2 skirts. However, I’ve never worn the skirts. Why? Because I find them too short! It’s a rule in our school that skirts must be up to 2 inches above the knees! Who wants that? Apparently, everyone else. Other girls from my class even find these skirts too long. Now I don’t even know why I have these skirts.

At 6:30, I was already prepared. I went downstairs to find my mom cooking breakfast for us.

“Good morning, mom. What’s for breakfast?” I asked her and kissed her cheek.

“I’ve prepared bacon and ham. I’ll just toast some bread for you. Will you wait for it? It’s still too early, right?” she asked.

“Sure. It’s just 6:30. I still have an hour before classes start,” I replied.

“Oh. I thought there was a school event since you were so early. What’s up? What changed?” she was wearing an amused look.

“Well, I woke up really early and I can’t seem to go back to sleep,” I answered while taking out the juice from the refrigerator. When I looked at her, she was wearing a knowing smile.

“What?” I asked.

“Nothing,” she said, still wearing that same smile. I decided to just drop it.

After I was done eating at about 7:00, I started walking towards school. When I arrived at my room, it was only 7:15. So it was perfectly understandable that there were only a few people. As I sat on my chair which is in the middle, 2nd row, I caught a glimpse of Steve entering the room. I wasn’t sure how to act after yesterday’s incident so I pretended I didn’t see him and opened my bag to look for a book to read.

I couldn’t understand anything that I was reading since I was too self-conscious. I was tempted to look behind me since I know that he also sits in the middle but in the last row. As I was about to turn my head to the right, I saw him sat down on the seat to my right. My eyes widened in surprise. I never expected that.

“Good morning, Faith,” he greeted me, grinning.

“Good morning, Steve,” I smiled since his smile was really infectious. I heard him sigh in relief. My face must have shown confusion since he offered an explanation.

“It’s just that I thought you’d really change your mind after a night of thinking,” he bit his lip, and I concluded that he must be embarrassed. But what registered on my mind were the words ‘night of thinking.’

“I wasn’t thinking of you all night!” I exclaimed. And when I realized that it came out wrong, I blushed real hard. Steve barked a laughter and all I really wanted to do at that time was hide my face. I was really, really embarrassed. This could be a candidate for my most embarrassing moment.

“You’re really cute Faith. I can’t believe that I’ve only seen this side of you today,” he told me after he recovered from laughing out loud.

“Oh, shut up,” I tried to hide the blush that was showing up again. This made him laugh again making some of my classmates look at us and giving us weird looks, as if this situation was really weird – Mr. Popular guy laughing with the Geeky Miss President. Now that I’ve said it, yeah, totally weird.

I looked at him to see what he thinks of the crazy weird looks that we’ve received from my classmates, but he just shrugged and smiled telling me ‘don’t mind them.’ Wow, we’ve only been friends for less than 24 hours, but I can somewhat read him already. Amazing.

The whispers died down and silently thanked the angel who must have caused this silence. We both looked at the door where a hot blonde girl entered our room. She’s definitely not from our class.

Steve’s POV

“Hey baby,” said Vanessa Miller, school’s head cheerleader, and my ex. She sexily walked towards me, strutting her behind from side to side to get the attention of the other guys in my class. And as she was about to kiss me on the mouth while hugging me, I evaded her lips, and as a result the kiss landed on my cheek. I felt her eyes threw daggers at me.

“Vanessa, we already broke up,” I said as I tried to push her away.

“We didn’t!” she glared her eyes at me.

“Just move on, okay?” I tried to walk away but she tightened her grip on my arm.

“I know you want me, Steve. You won’t find anyone better than me,” her voice was cold and dead serious.

“Any girl would be better than you, Vanessa,” I told her with a sigh.

“You’ll regret this Grant,” she hissed. And as she was about to move away from me, something caught her eye which made her scoff at me.

“Is she the one who is supposed to be better than me?” her tone was mocking. I didn’t have to follow her gaze to know who she was talking about, but I still chose to look at Faith. Her face spelled uncertainty. I can tell that she is unsure if it would be better if she would correct Vanessa’s misinterpretation but in the end settled with not saying anything. She must have realized that it would be better if she won’t involve herself. I gave her a reassuring and caring smile.

“She’s my friend, Vanessa. Don’t bring her into this,” I glared at her expecting her to get the message ‘don’t even dare touch Faith.’

“C’mon Steve. We all know you can’t be friends with a girl,” she smiled as if she had won the argument – proving that I chose Faith to replace her.

“I don’t care what you think. But just remember that once I hear anything about you touching her, then I’d definitely make you regret that you challenged me,” I moved away from Vanessa. And as I walked across Faith, I mumbled “Sorry ‘bout that.”

I saw Vanessa walk out of the room, and I don’t know if it was just my imagination but I saw steam coming out from her ears. I smiled at myself. Weird.

Faith’s POV

What was that? I haven’t recovered yet when Princess arrived and sat by my side. Luckily, our teacher hasn’t arrived yet so she wasn’t marked late.

“Did I hear right?” her voice was panicking.

Well, what did you hear?” I said while looking at her.

“Vanessa slapped you,” she exclaimed while checking my cheeks for signs of, well, being slapped.

“What? Where did you hear that?” I asked her while laughing.

“Tell me the truth! What did she do to you?” she glared at me.

“Nothing! She just thought that I am Steve’s new girlfriend,” I told her. When I said the words Steve’s new girlfriend, I couldn’t hide the smile so I just let it show.

“What are you smiling at? Well, anyway, she didn’t hurt you? What did Steve do?” she talked rapidly, refusing to breath in between questions.

“Relax. She didn’t. Steve told her to back off and to not touch me since I’m his friend,” I assured her.

“He did that? Are we talking about the same Steve here?” she asked me, raising one eyebrow.

“Yeah, we are,” I grinned at her.

She leaned on her chair and mumbled, “Wow, maybe he really did change.”

I smiled.

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