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"Who's that girl? The one walking fast with her head down, " Yhuan asked his friend.

"She is a transfer student bro, She really is pretty, but she seems quite rude" 

Resting bitch face... That's how people usually describe faces like mine, the type of face which gives people an impression like you've done something bad or is thinking of something offensive when you're not... unless you smile.

My name is Aila Rodriguez; high school transfer student, hmm... This is the 5th school I've transferred to since I was in 3rd grade. I had to move around because of my parents' secret; for the security of my family.

I'm so used to moving around that now I gave up on making friends. What is it for, when we will be parting ways sooner or later.

I hate relationships... But how do I survive without it?

People say that in your lifetime you will be able to categorize the relationships that you will experience;

 Puppy love
 First love
 Flings
 The one that got away
True love
Great love

Many men consider Aila as the "ideal type" while most women acknowledge her as an "it girl", but what does it take to capture her heart?

Her fragile heart, that is tightly guarded by her strong personality...

Who will succeed in melting her ice-cold heart?

Living a double life, she's doing her best to live normally, but how will she able to hide this to the one she loves?

How long will she be able to conceal her real identity from the people who took the courage to get close to her?

Aila's True Love

Aila said it in a low voice; she wanted him to leave the room because she might pull him back to her kiss. Marcus stood up, approached her from behind, he whispered to her.

"I'm not sorry for kissing you and holding you Aila, but I'm sorry if you feel like I was too fast."

Aila felt embarrassed recalling the scene that had just happened, she still did not look in his direction.

"I like you Aila, I've told you that over and over, I know that you feel the same, but I don't want to lose you because of what happened today."

"We were just carried away, it's not all your fault, but please leave."

Marcus accepted her request; he kissed her shoulder before he left. Aila is already lying on her bed, she touched her lips as she recalls the exchange she shared with Marcus.

I Don't Like You